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Post by Cygnus X-1 on Jun 25, 2004 12:42:50 GMT -5
Yes, it's June 25th, the one holiday unique to our bar and its members, in celebration of our beloved, long-time member one Mr. Dark Aries. ( Original thread.) Dark Aries has some hard times these days, and hit some particularly bad ones a year or two ago. Exactly a year ago today, things had temporarily gotten better, and it seemed a suitable time for us to celebrate. And so, I produce for you, present day, the anticipated party thread which only occurs once a year- Happy St. Aries' Day, everyone!A long table covered in holiday repas seats several Aries. Master Aries raises his glass in toast, jostling with his elbow, the Aries next to him, sending poor Aries the Stampede's fork clattering to the floor. Oz Captain Aries scoots back his chair to help his fellow Aries get the fork, only to make that sharp noise with its legs that draws a cringe from every Aries at the table. Dread Pirate Aries glares across the table at whoever did it, and doesn't notice that he has his elbows on the table, until Nursemaid Aries scolds him for doing so. A violent argument errupts and Druid Aries is called in to settle things down. However, it was DJ Arieez, with his smooth radio voice, that stopped the caterwauling and hair pulling, by reminding the Aries of their food. And with that, Dark Aries seats himself at the head of the table and raises his shot glass.Party night!
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Post by NeoEllis on Jun 25, 2004 12:49:42 GMT -5
We'll need more than just a feast, what about politically charged entertainment?
Drops a theater that will be screening Fahrenheit 9/11.
Happy St Aries day, one and all.
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Post by Mikaru on Jun 25, 2004 13:29:48 GMT -5
Let the festivities begin
Mixes a reactor
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Post by Ai on Jun 25, 2004 13:34:15 GMT -5
Ai raises a large mug filled with Scotch.
For you, Aries, and your tireless commitment to the photo. You have my apologies for laziness.
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Post by Pope Viper VII on Jun 25, 2004 13:48:17 GMT -5
I am here to canonize Aries before I go on my trip..
*does a whole ceremonial thingy, where he dances about, dances around the crossed swords, and break dances*
Aries is no St. Aries of Dallas.
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Post by Wag - Now And Forever on Jun 26, 2004 13:29:12 GMT -5
*Groggily enters* Yeah...I've been spending the last 3 days working on cosplay for 18 hours a day. Must...finish...before...expo... *Passes out* ... *Wakes up* Oh...and uhh....Happy Aries Day.. *Passes out*
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Post by Cygnus X-1 on Jun 26, 2004 15:10:11 GMT -5
*brings Wag some brandy*
=_=;
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Post by Rose on Jun 26, 2004 16:50:46 GMT -5
Aww, Aries. Hopefully you'll forgive my tardiness. Then again, you're not here yourself, so you have no choice!
Even though sometimes I honestly want to beat you over the head repeatedly with a blunt object (especially when you make the 'toyfriend' and 'dinosaur pet' comments), I still love ya. You're still the one and only annoying as hell Aries, and that's what we pay you for.
*raises a mug of Scotch*
To Aries!
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Post by NeoEllis on Jun 26, 2004 20:52:46 GMT -5
As the orginal St Aries day was held at the O-MSPB, I think we should take this time to reflect on our time at the old place....
*flash back*
MAV: Old woman!
ELLIS: Man!
MAV: Man. Sorry. What knight lives in that castle over there?
ELLIS: I'm thirty-seven.
MAV: I-- what?
ELLIS: I'm thirty-seven. I'm not old.
MAV: Well, I can't just call you 'Man'.
ELLIS: Well, you could say 'Ellis'.
MAV: Well, I didn't know you were called 'Ellis'.
ELLIS: Well, you didn't bother to find out, did you?
MAV: I did say 'sorry' about the 'old woman', but from the behind you looked--
ELLIS: What I object to is that you automatically treat me like an inferior!
MAV: Well, I am King!
ELLIS: Oh, King, eh, very nice. And how d'you get that, eh? By exploiting the workers! By 'anging on to outdated imperialist dogma which perpetuates the economic and social differences in our society. If there's ever going to be any progress with the--
ZORAK: Ellis, there's some lovely filth down here. Oh! How d'you do?
MAV: How do you do, good lady? I am Maverick, King of the Patrons. Who's castle is that?
ZORAK: King of the who?
MAV: The Patrons.
ZORAK: Who are the Patrons?
MAV: Well, we all are. We are all Patrons, and I am your king.
ZORAK: I didn't know we had a king. I thought we were an autonomous collective.
ELLIS: You're fooling yourself. We're living in a dictatorship: a self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes--
ZORAK: Oh, there you go bringing class into it again.
ELLIS: That's what it's all about. If only people would hear of--
MAV: Please! Please, good people. I am in haste. Who lives in that castle?
ZORAK: No one lives there.
MAV: Then who is your lord?
ZORAK: We don't have a lord.
MAV: What?
ELLIS: I told you. We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week,...
MAV: Yes.
ELLIS: ...but all the decisions of that officer have to be ratified at a special bi-weekly meeting...
MAV: Yes, I see.
ELLIS: ...by a simple majority in the case of purely internal affairs,...
MAV: Be quiet!
ELLIS: ...but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more major--
MAV: Be quiet! I order you to be quiet!
ZORAK: Order, eh? Who does he think he is? Heh.
MAV: I am your king!
ZORAK: Well, I didn't vote for you.
MAV: You don't vote for kings.
ZORAK: Well, how did you become King, then?
MAV: The Lady of the Lake,... [angels sing] ...her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Maverick, was to carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your king!
ELLIS: Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
MAV: Be quiet!
ELLIS: Well, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just 'cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!
MAV: Shut up!
ELLIS: I mean, if I went 'round saying I was an emperor just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they'd put me away!
MAV: Shut up, will you? Shut up!
ELLIS: Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system.
MAV: Shut up!
ELLIS: Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help! Help! I'm being repressed!
MAV: Bloody peasant!
ELLIS: Oh, what a give-away. Did you hear that? Did you hear that, eh? That's what I'm on about. Did you see him repressing me? You saw it, didn't you?
*end flashback*
Well, that's how I remember it anyway....
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Post by DarkAries on Jun 26, 2004 21:18:44 GMT -5
Yes, Aries misses his own holiday.
The Irony Godses are picking on him agaaaaain...
But it doesn't matter! Because of Aries's tardiness (Magna dragged him off to play pool the entire day!! The fact that Aries acquiesced means nothing!!), Aries has brought a lot more Arieses!
Like so!
*Agent Aries Agent-morphs out of the present Aries, drawing his pistol and shooting a hole straight through the head of one of the Hoarde of Undead Arieses who got too close to his scotch. The spatter gets on Angel Aries's bottle of scotch, who yells and suddenly there is an enormous battle of techno-powah versus holy-powah. Aries Fonzerelli flees, yelling over his shoulder for everyone to 'be cool', until Aries, Captain of Gondor stops the whole mess with his...um...Super Gondorian Powers. Harpo Aries honks his horn in amusement, while Groucho Aries flicks his unlit cigar, Chico Aries picks his nose and Mod Aries growls at anything that comes close. Supreme Pilot Aries grins, plants a boot on the table, and laughs as he lords over all with his super piloting skills, and Ninja Master Aries contemplates the mysteries of the Mysterious Ninja Arts of Super Mystery and Mysterious Doom...over a bottle of ninja scotch.*
Aries thinks this is gonna be a tradition. Hauling out every Aries to date every St. Aries's Day...or whenever Aries gets around to it.
Verdammt finances.
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Post by Ai on Jun 26, 2004 21:37:02 GMT -5
Chuckles at Ellis' post.
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Post by Draco Starcloud on Jun 26, 2004 21:50:34 GMT -5
Too bad Comic Book Guy Aries couldn't be here. Said something about the worst holiday ever.
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Post by NeoEllis on Jun 26, 2004 21:52:34 GMT -5
*giant stone foot squishes Draco, making a farting noise as it does*
You can nevah have too many Python references.
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Post by Closeau on Jun 27, 2004 14:17:47 GMT -5
Since it seems to be the right time..
*Closeau takes Aries by the shirt collar and raises the man up. He smiles at him then takes out a knife and stabs a huge gash in Aries's abdomen. He rips the knife out and a fountain of blood oozes out of his stomach. Then Closeau throws Arie's limp body onto the floor.*
Now that I have gotten that off my chest. Happy Aries' Day! Cheers.
*Chugs a root beer*
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Post by Mikaru on Jun 27, 2004 14:41:55 GMT -5
A few days after St. Aries Day, all the MSPBZ patrons are seen lying around the room where the party was held, all suffering heavily from hangovers, the heavy drug use, or the 2 days straight of partying
Mikaru: [Groggy]Blaarh[/Groggy]
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