i suppose letting him know he's tagged is a good start.




<i>*phred realizes the gravity of the situation he's been placed under, 9.8 meters per second per second, to be exact. phred uses this new understanding of the world and its limitations to construct a device that, when used, transfers phred's "it" status to someone else via a large and rather forceful means of conveyance. phred points his "it cannon" somewhere in the direction of las vegas and pulls the cord, sending shockwaves across the land as phred's "it" reaches and breaks the sound barrier, screaming and wreaking havok as it arcs. at the apogee, it catches the sun just right to cause such a temporal disturbance that the residents of las vegas, jaded as they are to such things, can't help but look at the impending doom which is to befall one of their own. news stations pick up the story, soothsayers assure eachother of a catastrophe, and scientists predict its point of impact, a small and unassuming apartment somewhere in the city.

*ganguro, having just woken from a fitful sleep, gets up from his luxurious four-poster bed and makes some tofu coffee, still smirking at what he had just dreamed of... realizing it's already well into the afternoon, he wraps a bathrobe around his frame and steps out the door to go check his mail. his fanboy anime of the month shipment is overdue. he strolls over to the mailbox, stopping for a moment, thinking he's hearing sirens, but dismisses it and checks his mail, finding a large, unmarked package. he opens it right there on the spot, his excitement growing as he triumphantly pulls a number of blank pirated videotapes from the air-mail box, his bounty after days of haggling with many merchants and various low-level triad video piraters. walking back toward his apartment with a spring in his step and a pile of videotapes in his arms, he realizes the sirens he heard weren't figments of his imagination. he glances around to see firetrucks, police vehicles, newsvans, large black unmarked yet obvious government vehicles, and a hazardous disposal unit vehicle, all rushing into his complex. dismissing it as another weird las vegas thing, he strolls back to his apartment, turning around again when he sees no less than five acton-hero types all running at him in slow-motion, their voices a chorus of very low-pitched, slow motion nooooooooooos. he catches a glint in what he assumes to be the sun and looks up, not realizing what he's just done. the "it", having flown in a perfect arch, has been speeding back down to earth at a staggering rate and well past the limits of modern man's tracking abilities. the action heroes all realize it's too late as they start their triumphant swan-dive toward ganguro, all determined to be the one who saves them, yet all of their efforts are for not. the "it" strikes ganguro with such a force that his head is whipped back, his feet have left the earth for a mere moment, only to be swept foward as his body rotates in mid-air, spurned on by the force of impact on this poor, unsassuming fellow. unmarked videotapes fly through the air as his arms lose function, scattering in all directions, one even hitting one of the action heroes in the eye, requiring him to later go through five surgeries in a swiss hospital to regain his "rugged good looks." before he hits the ground, the status of "it" has spread through ganguro's body like a virus rampaging through the bloodstream. the scientists, firemen, police, reporters, secret government agents, and action heroes all realize this in a matter of seconds and all back off, leaving in as much haste as their chaotic arrival. in the matter of a minute, ganguro's world has been an ironic tragedy of joy and pain, elation and suffering, and most of all, confusion. when he sits up, he looks around for signs of the crowds that had gathered but realizes there are none, the feeling of "it" now coursing through his veins reassures him of why. he slowly gathers up his videos, re-ties his bathrobe, and walks into the apartment, his otherwise perfect day now marred by these events.</i>

that'll teach you to mess with my girl. :lol:

Yeow, now that's a TAG. Good one, phred.

But after reading all of that, I need another beer and back to the pool. :D

And the award for most creative tag goes to: phredgreen

:lol:
Holy crap! That was good. *thunderous applause for phredgreen*

hahaha I love that line! Man Phred where do you get this stuff, that was good! You should right a whole book! I'm serious. Write the whole book about a worldwide game of tag, or something! Wow again! Thanks for entertaining my day Phred!

Hehehe! Ganguro's IT.. :) nyeah!

*snickers and runs over to the slip n' slide*

Phred gave me herpies

*tags Peutetre*
Go.. make them all feel my wrath my sweet machine of distruction..
:) Now you have to mess with MY girl

*looks around for plummies bikini top*

i'm sure that thing will be like gold on eBaY :)

mmm... i'm being forced to post...

not sure who to tag... how about... *lurkette* you are it!

BRAVO! What a great tag, phredgreen!

NiceGuy makes a mental note to himself to stay away from lurkette for the duration of lurkette's "it" status.

Hey, NiceGuy, I'm sorry I slept thru your birthday. Hope it was great. Have two cold ones on me!

(You ARE legal now, aintcha?)

/me plays "Booty Drop!"
Ladies... you know! :D

I'm way too sleepy to run.

*yawns, stretches, leans over and...

TAGS Ratbastid.

No tagbacks!!!

<i>As his <b>itness</b> dawns on him, ratbastid slowly looks around in horror.....

Nudity in the pool. Lobster and bbq cooking. A good time being had by all. None of them realize the horror, the lurking ;) dread of <b>IT</b> dwelling among them.

Slowly, ratbastid creeps across the patio. Who is his intended victim? Upon whose tagged carcas shall he be feasting? Where stalketh he?

Ah.. His prey is in sight. There he stands, casually relaxing in the sunlight, a drink in his hand. The fool! He knows not what dread tagging approacheth!

Like a ghost in the night, ratbastid sidles up behind.. and... in the blink of an eye... too fast for the mind to comprehend:</i>

<font size=+1>SPECTRE!!! You're IT!!!!</font>

Damn! And I thought my hiding place was perfect. ;)

*Scanning the surrounding area, spec notices the perfect victim. Spec creeps along, not making a sound. Before she even realizes that he's there, spec taps her on the shoulder and says, "tag cheers, you're it!' :)

*Startling awake from her nice, serene, nap (hey look, Jadz, I was sleeping!), cheers reaches out and grabs DoubleD's ankle, before rolling over and going back to sleep in the sun*

...tag(mumble,mumble>...you're It...

Holy cow people...mods and everything getting involved!!
*wipes a tear from her eye* I'm so proud of my little baby thread! :lol:
Now...if we can just duck, dodge and weave the nubile and stealthy DoubleD we may be okay for a bit! :)

DD when you're finished tagging duties perhaps you'll join us for a swim, some sun and a little BBQ action.

Wow, it's been busy while I've been in the pool. I need to keep an eye out for Double D. She can be tricky.

Now then, I think it's time for a good ol' cheeseburger and some 'tatoe salad.

Holy cow! Page 15 now!
My, Minxy's baby has grown.

Since I'm it, I may just keep that status awhile and accept Minx's gracious offer of a dip in the pool, some (did you say nude) sunbathing?, and lobster--yummy my all-time favorite meal!
Love how that melted butter has so many uses ;)!!!

On the topic of dripping substances, I'm reminded of Lestat, with the little trickles of blood at the corners of his mouth.
So...Lestat--tag! You are it!

The game is afoot! I must hide...but where?

NiceGuy looks around and sees the perfect hiding spot...in the pool surounded by all the topless hotties! With a few beers in his pockets and one in each hand, Niceguy does a shallow dive into the pool. He swims to the middle of the group before resurfacing and handing out the beers.

while everyone is running arounds, being naked, and tagging, does anyone have requests for the DJ :p

How about the Beastie Boys, "Fight for your right" (to party).

It's been awfully quiet around here (except for the music, the BBQ, the naked ladies in the pool). I've got a bad feeling about this...

Hmmmm, naked ladies in the pool. Methinks it is time to doff my clothes and join them!!!!

I'm sorry I've been.... occupied... Feeding time ya know;) So as I take a bit of a break, I'll take time to tag Kurant.

So Kurant is it. :D

I do not know how it turned from a game of tag into a naked orgyesque party, but I will not question and I will merely enjoy the scenery.

mirevolver: no prob
madsenj37: this is more than tag it's Minx's Tag :)

Totally!

NiceGuy escapes from the ogry pool for just long enough to mix another round of drinks.:)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MINX!

NiceGuy mixes Mink the birthday drink of her choice.

awsome we got an orgy pool, someone is gonna have fun cleanin it, and it sure aint me.... who's it :p

Where's the orgy pool??? I been messing around in the pool with the ladies, but I didn't think it was an orgy.

Did I miss it???

I thought the hot tub was the orgy pool. I've been hangin' out (literally) in the wrong place.

haha yea i guess we've all been hangn out in the wrong place :p

I guess that explains how we're all hangin', but what's going on with the game?

I've got no problem playing with all the ladies, but I want to be sure that I know who's IT.

After all, yah gotta be able to duck and cover. :D

:p i dunno who's it

WOW, I lose a couple of days and the game has dropped to page 2.

Let's kick up this orgy and get it going for the weekend.

Hey, Minx. The IT has not shown up. Any suggestions??

Yeah, the game has been slow.

I apologize for my absence, but my location should give a clue as to why I haven't been around lately.

who's it?!

Calling MINX: damage control.....

Goodness, and now we've lost Minx... Oh the humanity...

Minx, please show up and save us!!!

AAAHHHH!!!

They're all GONE!!! No "IT"! What do we do!?!

SAVE US PLEASE!!!

i think minx went to the chicago get together...

/me DJ's till she gets back....
/Announces: NAKED CHICKS IN THE POOL!

Well I looked back and saw that Lestat tagged Kurant, That was the last person I saw so... He/she's it I guess right?


Naked chics in the pool? OH BOY!!!