From: silversean <kalakseur@phreaker.net> Subject: [PW!] § ilversean is born. Date: Friday, October 22, 1999 3:40 PM ~!~Previously...~!~ Sean got into Silph Co....without raising a little havoc, and discovered from a wildy scientist that his own great power could destroy him! ~!~Back to the present....~!~ "Uh....." Sean said. "Um, yeah." "Yes." The scientist nodded. "Anyway, I had a Mewtwo doll before. But it disappeared in a poof of green energy." "G-g-g-g-g-g-g-greeeen? DAHHHHH!" The scientist cried. "THIS IS TERRIBLE DAHHHH! YOU MUST FOLLOW ME NOW DAHHHH!" "Yep, okay," Sean shrugged. "Green energy is a sign of iminent self-destruction. You were lucky that the author wrote you to say that, or you would be doomed." The scientist smiled. "Really?" Sean glared. "No." "I am smarter than you." The scientist retailated. "No." "Nevermind," the scientist sighed, and pulled a curtain back in his cubicle to reveil...Freeza Battle Armor!?!? "Put it on." "No." Sean laughed. "Ain't no way, that thing'll kill me!" "On the contrary," the scientist started, "If you don't wear it, you will be killed." Sean stayed silent and quickly followed the scientist's command. "Ouch..." Sean grunted as he pulled on the bottom half of the armor. "Too...tight..." "Who cares, dahhhh? What that suit is, is a containment unit which will shield yourself from your own power. It'll save your life." "Oh. Hey then, this stuff is armor, right?" Sean began. "Yessir. And it has special swords, too! Steel and Diamond ones on the back...and your suit has a retractable faceguard--" "Yeah, whatever. Anyways, maybe I can be a superhero or something! Cuz I have superpowers, weapons, and a suit, too...." "NO! NONONO DAHHHH!" The scientist screamed. "I already made up my mind! Too late!" Sean lauged. "Now I'm dun dun dun dunn....SILVERSEAN!" <TBC> -- § i l ver§ e án (silversean) AIM: si1versean eMail me @ Kalakseur at Phreaker dot Net I am Batman. Really. HONEST! "All right, um, I've got something to say and it's very important, so listen up. No, it's not important, but if you want, you can listen. Imagine, right, you're like laying in the sand, just laying there, just gettin' sandy, and you develop this really bad, like, fungusy rash. And you started scratching it and it went like yellow, green and whatever other colours fungusy rashes get. And you went to the doctor and they said there was nothing wrong. But it got worse and started coming off on the itchy carpet, and you realized you were allergic to sand and you got it all in your hair and you started going bald and um, developed funny penis-shaped objects on your chest. I just thought that'd be funny." -Daniel Johns, silverchair