Master

our journy...


strangers from distant lands, friends of old... you've been summoned here to answer the thread of the blue PM. neoseeker stand upon the brink of annoy'dom. none can escape it. you will unite, or you will fall. each race is bound to this bug, this one annoy'dom. bring forth the bug, beeno

lets use it! lets use it to PM others!

no...we cannot use it. it does not work...we must destroy it

you have only one choice. the bug must be reported

*sighs around the room*

then what are we waiting for!? *grimly attacks with the axe*


the pm cannot be used or harmed...grimly son of groin...by any clicks we here possess. the bug was made in the fires of a program. only there can it be unmade. it must be reported deep into redemption...and cast back into the reject-scripts-chasm from whence it came. one of you...must do this

i will take it! tho...i do not know the way

i will help you bear this burden, beeno seekins...as long as it is yours to bear.

if by my life or death i can protect you... i will. you have my sword

and you have my frying pan

and my axe!

and so our journy begins...