Kamp Apokiliptika - Doom 2006
- Mister Jellyfish Mister
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- zorro sings
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Re: Command Performance
It is with great relish, fanfare, and humble magnanomy of servitude that I do hereby submit this claim of indistinguishable right to a command performance of "Krafwerk Night" at the back-alley Berlin nightclub known as Club Verboten to be hosted by the most distinguished and worthwhile President Omar Suarez (Zorro Sings) on Playa Thursday, August 31, the year of our Lord 2006.zorro sings wrote:In Service to the People-Omar Suarez... President a'Vie
Negotiations have begun for a formal truce at said event only, and the Despotic Regime of Apokiliptika hereby extends an invitation to attend for any and all members still living among their sworn enemies of Camp Herring.
Throngs of Kraftwerk fans from the deepest corners of Black Rock City are also welcome, though red sashes are to be worn over the left shoulders by foreign dignitaries only. A return appearance of the MR-1 Robot is rumoured.
A formal state dinner and/or fish fry may precede the event (?).
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Official Proclamation by His Excellency,Head of the Provisional Military Council and President a'Vie....Omar Surez
Issued after 3rd Session "Conference of Non-Aligned States" Pampator,Venezuela
Let it be known then to all progressive and stalwart
servants of the proletariat as well as workers,artists
and landless campers everywhere,that Thursday
August 31,shall be a day of great celebration for
the toiling masses.Kraftwerk,whose Internationalist
percusion lines remind us of the onward
marching boots of the victorious masses,
will be featured for a glorious 6th year at
the crowning achievement of Suarezizm,the Tent of The People.
In remarks afterwards His Excellency offers
these thoughts-"As a peace loving state
Verboten welcomes the opportunity to facilitate
the cooling of tensions between the opposing camps.
However the dealings of the eternal and vigilant
Kamp Apokoliptika and the Norwegian entity are
one matter.The dealings between our state and
the Oslo clique are another.We will not accepct
diktats and the hegemonistic threats of herring power.
Verboten must also have certain assurances from
the governing organs of Apokoliptika Security
currently run by the peoples firebrand Comrade Roosevelt that precautions will have been made to prevent any counter-revolutionaries,spys or traitors from spreading their
vermin odor on our sacred dust.If such an arrangement
is completed and I assume Comrade Jellyfish only
speaks with the blessing of the radiant sun and the touching leader,Verboten stands ready to act as a beacon in
proclaiming the new and correct Killbuck Line of Peaceful Co-Exsistance.We will await word from our comrades the at KA,
the vanguard and protector of strugglers in all
fair peoples minds,before taking any further action
in this regard.We may be being blinded by the hacking
power of unknown forces.[/quote]
Yes the real Killbuck Line.
Be careful. You can spend all your money in there..............................Oriental Visitor
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Pentagon develops brain implants to turn dumb sharks into military spies after reading ePlaya.
Camp Herring is leading Pentagon into new thinking.
http://news.independent.co.uk/world/ame ... 348700.ece
Camp Herring is leading Pentagon into new thinking.
http://news.independent.co.uk/world/ame ... 348700.ece
All cats love fish but fear to wet their paws.
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Jellyfish-is that the back of this flag shown flying within the previous year's Kantina?...under the ever watchful eye of Count Boxarox.....Mister Jellyfish Mister wrote:Will they accept our gracious invitation?
...it's the KASTAPO...like the Gestapo...only eviler...with more naked body parts...
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Yes we all accept your invitation. It sounds like great fun!Mister Jellyfish Mister wrote:Will they accept our gracious invitation?
But first we have to make sure it's not just a big trap.

All cats love fish but fear to wet their paws.
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That one is one of your best, Live Wire, and I'm not just buttering you up for an ambush. You see, we of the Apok take our rare truces seriously, so you need not Hope for Fear. It will be a time for laughter, dancing, and frivolity! Just be mindful where you fall asleep, the dawn comes early for the doomed.LiveWire wrote:Kernul Killbuck wrote:Yes, please do accept...
and be sure to wear your ID bracelets... just in case.
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Re: Recon Report
Thanks for your observations LiveWire! I think I'll enjoy life a little while it's peacefull from the Apokiliptikans:LiveWire wrote:All quiet on the snow front- stop.
Recon photos March 3, 2006- stop.
No Apokiliptikan Spotted- stop.
Center igloo and ski jump secure- stop.
Returning to paranormal duties- stop.
Time to snow bath- stop.
LiveWire out- end.
Outside temperature is shown in the upper part of the display.
Time to undress and snow bath...

It's only 17°F (-8,5°C) outside. Think I'll have another nice and cold drink before the sun goes down.
Then it's back to the KA/CH war...

Barb Wire / Sven
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You don't stop going to Burning Man because you get old.
You get old because you stop going to Burning Man!
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You don't stop going to Burning Man because you get old.
You get old because you stop going to Burning Man!
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tHiS fIrsT iMaGe aPpEaRs tO sHoW hOnOr, rEsPeCt aNd rEvErEnCeMajor Roosevelt wrote:Jellyfish-is that the back of this flag shown flying within the previous year's Kantina?...under the ever watchful eye of Count Boxarox.....Mister Jellyfish Mister wrote:Will they accept our gracious invitation?
tHe sEcOnD pIcTuRe, eEeEeEwWwWW! cAn wE sAy dIcKiE dO? pUt sOmE cLoThEs oN, dO sOmEtHiNg, yUcK
Yea right!uBeRpLaYa wrote:tHiS fIrsT iMaGe aPpEaRs tO sHoW hOnOr, rEsPeCt aNd rEvErEnCe
tHe sEcOnD pIcTuRe, eEeEeEwWwWW! cAn wE sAy dIcKiE dO? pUt sOmE cLoThEs oN, dO sOmEtHiNg, yUcK
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Pssst.....Kernul. You need a quick refresher on Roman Numerals. Don't feel bad you're far from being alone. Here's a quick guide put together by of all places Fox Sports that's simple and easy to understand....and they relate it to football which makes it even more informative.
http://msn.foxsports.com/nfl/story/2088952
http://msn.foxsports.com/nfl/story/2088952
K-IV
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Thank you for over 7 years of eplaya memories. I have asked Emily Sparkle to delete my account and I am gone. Goodbye and Goodluck to all of you! I will miss you!
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Thank you for over 7 years of eplaya memories. I have asked Emily Sparkle to delete my account and I am gone. Goodbye and Goodluck to all of you! I will miss you!
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- Mister Jellyfish Mister
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Me too. Just felt it deserved another post. Can I wear the dress next time?Kernul Killbuck wrote:
(I don't know why, but this one just really kills me)
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Silent Radio present a True Story (for once)
(click.
Vacuum tubes begin to glow. A slight, not unpleasant, hum fills the room. Static crackle.)
Announcer (in uncommonly somber tone):
Good evening. Today, Silent Radio presents a Special Feature.
(Long pause for Nation-is-at-War-effect.)
While Radio Free Whimsy normally broadcasts light-hearted entertainment, we now offer, for your intellectual balance, a true story from the Default World.
(announcer is clearly in Full Disclaimer Mode. Silly has been temporarily suspended.)
During the Nazi occupation of Norway, countless Norwegian citizens joined in an underground movement of resistance known as MilOrg. [Militær Organisasjon]. Operating under the noses of Nazi troops, MilOrg participants, from top leaders to occasional couriers, were frequently arrested, and worse. Safeguarding the identities of members was vital. When a MilOrg member’s identity was compromised, he had two choices: He could hide, or he could flee the country. A common escape route was thru the forest to Sweden, which was officially neutral in the war, but quietly assisted its neighbor where possible.
Our story takes place a Sunday in August 1944, near Halden, where the local MilOrg Group has been assigned to escort a MilOrg Leader across the border. The Leader arrives from Oslo, and he and his Guide set out on foot in a generally easterly direction. They are wearing the standard outdoors gear of anoraks and knickers and carrying the pails commonly used to gather blueberries this time of year. For the first few hours of the hike, they maintain a leisurely pace and blend in well with the many families out on blueberry trips. Quite deep in the forest they ditch the buckets and make a beeline for the border. They also lower their voices to a whisper.
Guide:
You doing OK?
Leader:
Fine.
Guide:
Boots all right?
Leader silently re-laces his boots.
They walk for hours.
Suddenly the Guide stops and holds up one finger in the “hush” signal. Numerous footfalls can be heard in the dry leaves. A Nazi patrol. The men step gingerly towards a large spruce and hide under its canopy of low branches.
As the patrol comes nearer, the Guide pulls -- very gently and quietly -- a pistol from his pocket. The Leader sees it, and his face shows that he is not impressed with the firepower.
The patrol passes and the men reach Sweden in safety, then part ways without further comment; there is more work to be done.
(Musical interlude. Edward Grieg.)
Many years after the war, the two men meet again. After mighty handshakes and slight misting of the eyes, the Leader says what he has been thinking all these years:
Leader:
I sure am glad that patrol did not find us. No matter your well-intended training and orders, that pea-shooter would not have been much help.
Guide:
But you are not as glad as I am. My orders were to make certain you were not taken alive.
click.
[From the stories my Father told me about MilOrg around Halden and Oslo. He referred to the Guide in the third person and I never asked.]
[Please resume Silly now. I’ll be joining you shortly.]
Vacuum tubes begin to glow. A slight, not unpleasant, hum fills the room. Static crackle.)
Announcer (in uncommonly somber tone):
Good evening. Today, Silent Radio presents a Special Feature.
(Long pause for Nation-is-at-War-effect.)
While Radio Free Whimsy normally broadcasts light-hearted entertainment, we now offer, for your intellectual balance, a true story from the Default World.
(announcer is clearly in Full Disclaimer Mode. Silly has been temporarily suspended.)
During the Nazi occupation of Norway, countless Norwegian citizens joined in an underground movement of resistance known as MilOrg. [Militær Organisasjon]. Operating under the noses of Nazi troops, MilOrg participants, from top leaders to occasional couriers, were frequently arrested, and worse. Safeguarding the identities of members was vital. When a MilOrg member’s identity was compromised, he had two choices: He could hide, or he could flee the country. A common escape route was thru the forest to Sweden, which was officially neutral in the war, but quietly assisted its neighbor where possible.
Our story takes place a Sunday in August 1944, near Halden, where the local MilOrg Group has been assigned to escort a MilOrg Leader across the border. The Leader arrives from Oslo, and he and his Guide set out on foot in a generally easterly direction. They are wearing the standard outdoors gear of anoraks and knickers and carrying the pails commonly used to gather blueberries this time of year. For the first few hours of the hike, they maintain a leisurely pace and blend in well with the many families out on blueberry trips. Quite deep in the forest they ditch the buckets and make a beeline for the border. They also lower their voices to a whisper.
Guide:
You doing OK?
Leader:
Fine.
Guide:
Boots all right?
Leader silently re-laces his boots.
They walk for hours.
Suddenly the Guide stops and holds up one finger in the “hush” signal. Numerous footfalls can be heard in the dry leaves. A Nazi patrol. The men step gingerly towards a large spruce and hide under its canopy of low branches.
As the patrol comes nearer, the Guide pulls -- very gently and quietly -- a pistol from his pocket. The Leader sees it, and his face shows that he is not impressed with the firepower.
The patrol passes and the men reach Sweden in safety, then part ways without further comment; there is more work to be done.
(Musical interlude. Edward Grieg.)
Many years after the war, the two men meet again. After mighty handshakes and slight misting of the eyes, the Leader says what he has been thinking all these years:
Leader:
I sure am glad that patrol did not find us. No matter your well-intended training and orders, that pea-shooter would not have been much help.
Guide:
But you are not as glad as I am. My orders were to make certain you were not taken alive.
click.
[From the stories my Father told me about MilOrg around Halden and Oslo. He referred to the Guide in the third person and I never asked.]
[Please resume Silly now. I’ll be joining you shortly.]










