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"the Great Slave Rebellion Of 2013" Continued
- Thread starter admihoek
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Led by a slave triumvirate
Fighting from a mountaintop hideout and fortress
The slaves held out for weeks while the Forum was down, directing the struggle from the Foundation site. Squirrels were slaughtered and trapped
Forests were bombed and burned
Seagram's was destroyed
And slave rebellion victories were toasted
But now the Rebellion is under heavy attack, it's leadership captured or fleeing
What will happen next?????????????????
Will it be Trial or Tree?????
Do NOT kill this rebellion off yet!
I have pages written!!!
Tree
I have pages written!!!
Tree
go ahead
Go ahead Tree .... it's all yours!
Is it safe to assume that recent posts are gone, as I have all that I wrote w/pictures on the hard drive?
T
T
why gone? it is not restored yet.............
Ok, I will repost and add what I have. Remember the Rebellion was started by Barbaria and shortly after she stated she had to go underground the site blew up. Her claims of innocence will be heard by the court before she is found guilty after her fair trial. I event sent her an ergonomically correct computer station chair as a peace offering so she would stop this nonsense to no avail...
So we will review and rejoin the battle...
t
After the crash of the Crux Forums server Tree, using the art department of THT, Inc. prepared a ‘wanted’ post for the rouge slave known as ‘Barbaria’. He believes she is the leader of the rebellion and the cause of the server crash even though there is absolutely no evidence either is the case. Of course in persecutions at… he means prosecutions… evidence is not is not what is important; it is the accusations. Tree faxes the poster to Prosecutor R. Rodent (who keeps a fax machine to accommodate Neanderthals like Tree) who scans it then blasts it out over the web.
Although she has no IT experience she threatened to ‘go underground’ and soon thereafter the site crashed. Compounding the situation was there had never been such a revolt until she joined the site.
The full gravity of the situation was not understood until even the slaves at the coffee shop joined in, doing a sit-in and demanding to be served. The busboy was happy to oblige having been promised sexual favors by the two…
Tree
...see how quickly a society can fall apart???
So we will review and rejoin the battle...
t
After the crash of the Crux Forums server Tree, using the art department of THT, Inc. prepared a ‘wanted’ post for the rouge slave known as ‘Barbaria’. He believes she is the leader of the rebellion and the cause of the server crash even though there is absolutely no evidence either is the case. Of course in persecutions at… he means prosecutions… evidence is not is not what is important; it is the accusations. Tree faxes the poster to Prosecutor R. Rodent (who keeps a fax machine to accommodate Neanderthals like Tree) who scans it then blasts it out over the web.
Although she has no IT experience she threatened to ‘go underground’ and soon thereafter the site crashed. Compounding the situation was there had never been such a revolt until she joined the site.
The full gravity of the situation was not understood until even the slaves at the coffee shop joined in, doing a sit-in and demanding to be served. The busboy was happy to oblige having been promised sexual favors by the two…
Tree
...see how quickly a society can fall apart???
“What do they hope to achieve?” Joan asks me as if I should have a fuckin’ clue what a woman wants. I light up a Marlboro and dump a huge amount of Seagram’s over ice. “I don’t know, Joan, maybe an ounce of respect?”
Joan glares at me and I know I am about to get a lecture. “A slave doesn’t rebel for respect as you see it. She expects to be demeaned and degraded. A good slave thrives on it in fact. The problem arises when their masters and mistresses elevate them to pets, like a dog or cat…”
“It confuses the slave that needs regular whippings even when discipline is warranted only by their status, not their disobedience. You always were a softy, brother of mine…”
t
Joan glares at me and I know I am about to get a lecture. “A slave doesn’t rebel for respect as you see it. She expects to be demeaned and degraded. A good slave thrives on it in fact. The problem arises when their masters and mistresses elevate them to pets, like a dog or cat…”
“It confuses the slave that needs regular whippings even when discipline is warranted only by their status, not their disobedience. You always were a softy, brother of mine…”
t
RacingRodent
Consul
Ah but I prefer a pre-1997 style Commonwealth Court Martial...some people feel that the fact that the Prosecuting Officer appoints the Judicial Panel and the Defending Officer to be prejudicial but I personally vouch as Racing J Rodent that Judge Admi(ral) Hansi Hoek and TH Tree are fine upstanding members of the community of
RacingRodent
Consul
There is just so many kinds of wrong going on with that
Purely circumstantial evidence that. Never stand up in a proper jury trial!!!! -Barbaria
Tree is totally confused by this post. Instead of figuring it out he will post more...
They made fun of sending Elmer Fudd after slave girls …
…but he was crudely effective at driving the slave girls into a trap. They would toy with him without noticing a ring of hunters were surrounding them. The weapon of choice was a drugged dart gun. I was 100 yards away when I got L’ilSiss right in the cleavage. I walked up to her and said “You know you are in a shit-load of trouble.”
She looked up at me with those bedroom eyes (…and said ‘baby, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet’) and said “Quit gloating, Tree, and fuck me!”
I was about to when Joan yelled “Don’t touch her! We need her for bait! Can’t you smell her?”
I lit a Marlboro and said “I don’t smell so good.”
“No shit” Joan and L’ilSiss exclaimed at the same time.
“I meant I can’t smell… aw, fuck both of you!”
“Brother, you can fuck me but the slave cunt can’t have scent of your smegma on her cunt or it will drive the other slave-girls away!”
“Tree, please fuck me! Pound your cock in me!” L’ilSiss begged.
“You are right, Joan! She is trying to throw the scent off! She’s never asked me to do that before!” I said.
“It’s the drug in the dart, brother of mine. I can guarantee she has no interest in your dick. ”
“Really? Does it work in drinks?”
“It’s illegal in all of North America, the EU, half of the former Eastern Bloc, Australia, and Japan, except for slave girl hunting…”
Tree
...this is still early in the story... do not panic...
Tree is totally confused by this post. Instead of figuring it out he will post more...
They made fun of sending Elmer Fudd after slave girls …
…but he was crudely effective at driving the slave girls into a trap. They would toy with him without noticing a ring of hunters were surrounding them. The weapon of choice was a drugged dart gun. I was 100 yards away when I got L’ilSiss right in the cleavage. I walked up to her and said “You know you are in a shit-load of trouble.”
She looked up at me with those bedroom eyes (…and said ‘baby, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet’) and said “Quit gloating, Tree, and fuck me!”
I was about to when Joan yelled “Don’t touch her! We need her for bait! Can’t you smell her?”
I lit a Marlboro and said “I don’t smell so good.”
“No shit” Joan and L’ilSiss exclaimed at the same time.
“I meant I can’t smell… aw, fuck both of you!”
“Brother, you can fuck me but the slave cunt can’t have scent of your smegma on her cunt or it will drive the other slave-girls away!”
“Tree, please fuck me! Pound your cock in me!” L’ilSiss begged.
“You are right, Joan! She is trying to throw the scent off! She’s never asked me to do that before!” I said.
“It’s the drug in the dart, brother of mine. I can guarantee she has no interest in your dick. ”
“Really? Does it work in drinks?”
“It’s illegal in all of North America, the EU, half of the former Eastern Bloc, Australia, and Japan, except for slave girl hunting…”
Tree
...this is still early in the story... do not panic...
Once L’ilSiss was captured it was only a matter of time before Yupar would be. Joan and I staked L’ilSiss spread-eagle on the ground in the middle of a field knowing Yupar would try to rescue her. Compounding the bait was the drug from the dart that made L’ilSiss so aroused that Yupar would be drawn by her scent and L’ilSiss would be so in need of satisfaction that by the time she remembered to warn Yupar of our trap it would be too late!
They put on quite the show…
We tied Yupar to a stipe that she would soon hang crucified from and when back to see if L’ilSiss would lure more rebel slaves in. That turned out to be a mistake as Yupar, desperate to save L’ilSiss would quickly escape…
tree
They put on quite the show…
We tied Yupar to a stipe that she would soon hang crucified from and when back to see if L’ilSiss would lure more rebel slaves in. That turned out to be a mistake as Yupar, desperate to save L’ilSiss would quickly escape…
tree
Tree is pretty much a libertarian on the whole slave girl thing. If women wanted to be slaves, so be it. If people want to own slave girls he doesn’t care. If the slave girls want to rebel, as long as he has Seagram’s and smokes life is good. If a slave girl needs crucifying he doesn’t ask why.
One of the things the rebellion didn’t have was a lot of weapons which had the slave girls at a big disadvantage. Instead of a few of the slave girls coming to Tree and negotiating a ‘purchase’ of arms they had the idea of just taking them from his vast armory. Tree is watching a “Rocky and Bullwinkle” DVD one evening when the alarm goes off for the armory. He grabs a sword because he can’t remember where he put his Glock and saunters over to bunker, figuring that if whoever tripped the alarm got into the vault-like bunker that quickly the best he could do is stay hidden and see who is pulling the heist. Unbeknownst to tree one of the rebel slaves is hiding in the woods armed with a bow and quiver of arrows!
Seeing Tree approach the bunker she draws and lets the arrow fly…
Tree never hears the arrow as bull comes flying over a hill in a highly modified US Army surplus Humvee with Gunner hanging on to a pair of 20 mm M61 Gatling cannons. Just at Tree looks up the arrow strikes him in the head while the slave girls trying to get into the bucker scramble for the safety of the woods.
The Humvee slides to a stop by Tree and Bull says “Damn Tree are you OK?”
“Yeah, it’s only a flesh wound.”
“Tree, you have an arrow through you head” Bull exclaims.
“Like he said; it’s only a flesh wound! Get down, gentlemen” Gunner says as electric motors whine and begin spinning the pair of six barrel cannons. A minute later over 8000 rounds of cannon shells have torn through the woods. As the smoke clears Tree lights up a Marlboro and reaches into one of the ammunition boxes and pulls out a bottle of Seagram’s.
After taking a drink he looks around to see barely a tree standing in a 1000 meter radius of the Humvee. He scratches his ass and asks Gunner “Did you get anything besides the oaks?”
“I don’t know, but it felt good.”
“I hope so because I’d hate to guess what that ammo costs.”
“Look Tree, you have your firewood down for the winter…”
(Ed note: Tree had his head examines and besides his claim of hearing loss, that could be attributed to listening to 70’s era ‘Mott the Hoople’ albums at a high volume with headphones on, the arrow caused no discernible damages.)
Tree
I told you I wrote a bit...
One of the things the rebellion didn’t have was a lot of weapons which had the slave girls at a big disadvantage. Instead of a few of the slave girls coming to Tree and negotiating a ‘purchase’ of arms they had the idea of just taking them from his vast armory. Tree is watching a “Rocky and Bullwinkle” DVD one evening when the alarm goes off for the armory. He grabs a sword because he can’t remember where he put his Glock and saunters over to bunker, figuring that if whoever tripped the alarm got into the vault-like bunker that quickly the best he could do is stay hidden and see who is pulling the heist. Unbeknownst to tree one of the rebel slaves is hiding in the woods armed with a bow and quiver of arrows!
Seeing Tree approach the bunker she draws and lets the arrow fly…
Tree never hears the arrow as bull comes flying over a hill in a highly modified US Army surplus Humvee with Gunner hanging on to a pair of 20 mm M61 Gatling cannons. Just at Tree looks up the arrow strikes him in the head while the slave girls trying to get into the bucker scramble for the safety of the woods.
The Humvee slides to a stop by Tree and Bull says “Damn Tree are you OK?”
“Yeah, it’s only a flesh wound.”
“Tree, you have an arrow through you head” Bull exclaims.
“Like he said; it’s only a flesh wound! Get down, gentlemen” Gunner says as electric motors whine and begin spinning the pair of six barrel cannons. A minute later over 8000 rounds of cannon shells have torn through the woods. As the smoke clears Tree lights up a Marlboro and reaches into one of the ammunition boxes and pulls out a bottle of Seagram’s.
After taking a drink he looks around to see barely a tree standing in a 1000 meter radius of the Humvee. He scratches his ass and asks Gunner “Did you get anything besides the oaks?”
“I don’t know, but it felt good.”
“I hope so because I’d hate to guess what that ammo costs.”
“Look Tree, you have your firewood down for the winter…”
(Ed note: Tree had his head examines and besides his claim of hearing loss, that could be attributed to listening to 70’s era ‘Mott the Hoople’ albums at a high volume with headphones on, the arrow caused no discernible damages.)
Tree
I told you I wrote a bit...
Keep going Tree!!!!