Official Match Thread Season 37 Round 18 - Baghdad Bombers v Coney Island Warriors at Abdu Prison

[Dinsdale]

you’ll need to raise the bar though. What about our retiree’s? What have you got for them?

Dude, I'm one of them. Or one of ours.

Friday. What more is there? Nothing.

Once you embrace Fridays then Fridays will embrace you.

 

[Purple7x08_24]

The Last Dreamkeeper

In the distant reaches of the galaxy, nestled among the constellations, lay the planet Winona Ryder 13B. Its skies shimmered with hues of iridescent blue, and its surface was dotted with crystalline cities that glowed like distant stars. But beneath this celestial beauty, a sinister force held sway.

Winona Ryder XVI, the iron-fisted ruler, had devised a malevolent device—the Dream Siphon. It extracted dreams from the minds of the Winonians, leaving them hollow, their aspirations replaced by state-approved propaganda. The once-vibrant culture now echoed with lies, and the people moved like automatons, their eyes devoid of hope.

Amidst this bleakness, there existed a man named Kael. His eyes held a spark of defiance, a glimmer of dreams unyielding. Somehow, he remained immune to the Dream Siphon’s effects. Perhaps it was his rebellious spirit or an anomaly in his neural pathways. Regardless, he became the last known survivor with the ability to dream freely.

The kingdom’s enforcers hunted Kael relentlessly. They combed the crystalline forests, scanned the underground tunnels, and interrogated anyone who dared harbor him. But Kael was elusive—a phantom who slipped through their grasp like stardust.

One fateful night, Kael followed a cryptic message etched into the walls of an abandoned subway station. It led him deep underground, where the Resistance thrived. A clandestine network of dreamkeepers, they fought to restore hope, to reclaim the stolen dreams.

Emily, with her fiery hair and eyes that held galaxies, welcomed Kael. She had lost her family to the Dream Siphon, her brother’s laughter replaced by hollow chuckles. Emily’s resolve burned hotter than the suns that circled Winona Ryder 13B. She saw in Kael a chance—a spark that could ignite a rebellion.

Together, they planned. Kael’s immunity to the Dream Siphon made him invaluable. He infiltrated the palace, slipping past guards and security systems. His mind remained untouched, his dreams intact. He discovered the truth—the Dream Siphon was powered by stolen dreams, stored in crystalline chambers deep within the palace.

Emily rallied the dreamkeepers. They armed themselves with shards of hope—fragments of forgotten desires—and followed Kael’s lead. The underground tunnels echoed with whispered promises: freedom, justice, a world where dreams flourished once more.

As they breached the palace, Kael confronted Winona Ryder XVI. The ruler’s eyes were void of empathy, her voice a monotone echo. But Kael held his ground. He unleashed his dreams—the vivid landscapes, the melodies of forgotten songs, the laughter of children. The crystalline chambers shattered, releasing a torrent of stolen hopes.

Emily fought alongside Kael, her blade slicing through enforcers. Together, they ascended the palace spire, where the Dream Siphon’s core pulsed—a malevolent heart. Kael connected his mind to the device, channeling his dreams into it. The Dream Siphon overloaded, sparks dancing across its surface.

And then, as the palace trembled, Emily kissed him—a promise of victory, of shared dreams. The walls crumbled, and the people of Winona Ryder 13B woke from their stupor. Their eyes filled with wonder, their hearts beating to the rhythm of possibility.

The kingdom fell, and in its place rose a new era—a tapestry woven from dreams. Kael and Emily ruled side by side, their love a beacon of hope. The Dream Siphon became a relic, displayed in a museum—a reminder of the darkness they had overcome.

And so, on the planet Winona Ryder 13B, dreams bloomed once more, painting the skies with colors unseen. Kael, the last dreamkeeper, had become a legend—a hero who toppled a kingdom with the power of imagination.

 

[Kilroy]

Dude, I'm one of them. Or one of ours.

Friday. What more is there? Nothing.

Once you embrace Fridays then Fridays will embrace you.

 

[Bovo]

Dude, I'm one of them. Or one of ours.

Friday. What more is there? Nothing.

Once you embrace Fridays then Fridays will embrace you.

Well don’t you think it’s easy to treat every day like a Friday if you’re retired? But you must be a young retiree.

 

[Grav]

Have I gone too hard to early?

 

[Dinsdale]

Well don’t you think it’s easy to treat every day like a Friday if you’re retired? But you must be a young retiree.

Have you read my book?

 

[Grav]

How the flick is everyone tonight?

 

[Tonga Bob]

Like.....leave it Pugsley.

You leave a lot of things I've noticed. Live a little.

 

[spudmaster]

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RIP Purple7x08_24

 

[Dinsdale]

The Last Dreamkeeper

In the distant reaches of the galaxy, nestled among the constellations, lay the planet Winona Ryder 13B. Its skies shimmered with hues of iridescent blue, and its surface was dotted with crystalline cities that glowed like distant stars. But beneath this celestial beauty, a sinister force held sway.

Winona Ryder XVI, the iron-fisted ruler, had devised a malevolent device—the Dream Siphon. It extracted dreams from the minds of the Winonians, leaving them hollow, their aspirations replaced by state-approved propaganda. The once-vibrant culture now echoed with lies, and the people moved like automatons, their eyes devoid of hope.

Amidst this bleakness, there existed a man named Kael. His eyes held a spark of defiance, a glimmer of dreams unyielding. Somehow, he remained immune to the Dream Siphon’s effects. Perhaps it was his rebellious spirit or an anomaly in his neural pathways. Regardless, he became the last known survivor with the ability to dream freely.

The kingdom’s enforcers hunted Kael relentlessly. They combed the crystalline forests, scanned the underground tunnels, and interrogated anyone who dared harbor him. But Kael was elusive—a phantom who slipped through their grasp like stardust.

One fateful night, Kael followed a cryptic message etched into the walls of an abandoned subway station. It led him deep underground, where the Resistance thrived. A clandestine network of dreamkeepers, they fought to restore hope, to reclaim the stolen dreams.

Emily, with her fiery hair and eyes that held galaxies, welcomed Kael. She had lost her family to the Dream Siphon, her brother’s laughter replaced by hollow chuckles. Emily’s resolve burned hotter than the suns that circled Winona Ryder 13B. She saw in Kael a chance—a spark that could ignite a rebellion.

Together, they planned. Kael’s immunity to the Dream Siphon made him invaluable. He infiltrated the palace, slipping past guards and security systems. His mind remained untouched, his dreams intact. He discovered the truth—the Dream Siphon was powered by stolen dreams, stored in crystalline chambers deep within the palace.

Emily rallied the dreamkeepers. They armed themselves with shards of hope—fragments of forgotten desires—and followed Kael’s lead. The underground tunnels echoed with whispered promises: freedom, justice, a world where dreams flourished once more.

As they breached the palace, Kael confronted Winona Ryder XVI. The ruler’s eyes were void of empathy, her voice a monotone echo. But Kael held his ground. He unleashed his dreams—the vivid landscapes, the melodies of forgotten songs, the laughter of children. The crystalline chambers shattered, releasing a torrent of stolen hopes.

Emily fought alongside Kael, her blade slicing through enforcers. Together, they ascended the palace spire, where the Dream Siphon’s core pulsed—a malevolent heart. Kael connected his mind to the device, channeling his dreams into it. The Dream Siphon overloaded, sparks dancing across its surface.

And then, as the palace trembled, Emily kissed him—a promise of victory, of shared dreams. The walls crumbled, and the people of Winona Ryder 13B woke from their stupor. Their eyes filled with wonder, their hearts beating to the rhythm of possibility.

The kingdom fell, and in its place rose a new era—a tapestry woven from dreams. Kael and Emily ruled side by side, their love a beacon of hope. The Dream Siphon became a relic, displayed in a museum—a reminder of the darkness they had overcome.

And so, on the planet Winona Ryder 13B, dreams bloomed once more, painting the skies with colors unseen. Kael, the last dreamkeeper, had become a legend—a hero who toppled a kingdom with the power of imagination.

I was in the library when the walls came down, terrible business, all these mythical creatures came to life. Trying to stab a Medusa in the neck with the sword of Zarnon is not easy with your eyes closed.

 

[Tonga Bob]

Awesome, the powers it be decided to invert the post reply/cancel buttons back to normal. So glad, because it was giving me the shits.

You can thank me for that. Also Chief and his army of devs, but mainly me.

Not all heroes wear capes. I however do.

 

[Dinsdale]

How the flick is everyone tonight?

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Good. So far. Later maybe not so good.

 

[Dinsdale]

You can thank me for that. Also Chief and his army of devs, but mainly me.

Not all heroes wear capes. I however do.

You cant just quote it willy-nilly.

 

[Purple7x08_24]

RIP Purple7x08_24

 

[Kilroy]

The Last Dreamkeeper

In the distant reaches of the galaxy, nestled among the constellations, lay the planet Winona Ryder 13B. Its skies shimmered with hues of iridescent blue, and its surface was dotted with crystalline cities that glowed like distant stars. But beneath this celestial beauty, a sinister force held sway.

Winona Ryder XVI, the iron-fisted ruler, had devised a malevolent device—the Dream Siphon. It extracted dreams from the minds of the Winonians, leaving them hollow, their aspirations replaced by state-approved propaganda. The once-vibrant culture now echoed with lies, and the people moved like automatons, their eyes devoid of hope.

Amidst this bleakness, there existed a man named Kael. His eyes held a spark of defiance, a glimmer of dreams unyielding. Somehow, he remained immune to the Dream Siphon’s effects. Perhaps it was his rebellious spirit or an anomaly in his neural pathways. Regardless, he became the last known survivor with the ability to dream freely.

The kingdom’s enforcers hunted Kael relentlessly. They combed the crystalline forests, scanned the underground tunnels, and interrogated anyone who dared harbor him. But Kael was elusive—a phantom who slipped through their grasp like stardust.

One fateful night, Kael followed a cryptic message etched into the walls of an abandoned subway station. It led him deep underground, where the Resistance thrived. A clandestine network of dreamkeepers, they fought to restore hope, to reclaim the stolen dreams.

Emily, with her fiery hair and eyes that held galaxies, welcomed Kael. She had lost her family to the Dream Siphon, her brother’s laughter replaced by hollow chuckles. Emily’s resolve burned hotter than the suns that circled Winona Ryder 13B. She saw in Kael a chance—a spark that could ignite a rebellion.

Together, they planned. Kael’s immunity to the Dream Siphon made him invaluable. He infiltrated the palace, slipping past guards and security systems. His mind remained untouched, his dreams intact. He discovered the truth—the Dream Siphon was powered by stolen dreams, stored in crystalline chambers deep within the palace.

Emily rallied the dreamkeepers. They armed themselves with shards of hope—fragments of forgotten desires—and followed Kael’s lead. The underground tunnels echoed with whispered promises: freedom, justice, a world where dreams flourished once more.

As they breached the palace, Kael confronted Winona Ryder XVI. The ruler’s eyes were void of empathy, her voice a monotone echo. But Kael held his ground. He unleashed his dreams—the vivid landscapes, the melodies of forgotten songs, the laughter of children. The crystalline chambers shattered, releasing a torrent of stolen hopes.

Emily fought alongside Kael, her blade slicing through enforcers. Together, they ascended the palace spire, where the Dream Siphon’s core pulsed—a malevolent heart. Kael connected his mind to the device, channeling his dreams into it. The Dream Siphon overloaded, sparks dancing across its surface.

And then, as the palace trembled, Emily kissed him—a promise of victory, of shared dreams. The walls crumbled, and the people of Winona Ryder 13B woke from their stupor. Their eyes filled with wonder, their hearts beating to the rhythm of possibility.

The kingdom fell, and in its place rose a new era—a tapestry woven from dreams. Kael and Emily ruled side by side, their love a beacon of hope. The Dream Siphon became a relic, displayed in a museum—a reminder of the darkness they had overcome.

And so, on the planet Winona Ryder 13B, dreams bloomed once more, painting the skies with colors unseen. Kael, the last dreamkeeper, had become a legend—a hero who toppled a kingdom with the power of imagination.

 

[Tonga Bob]

You cant just quote it willy-nilly.

YOU CAN’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO

 

[Bovo]

Have you read my book?

Not unless it’s illustrated

 

[Tonga Bob]

 

[Purple7x08_24]

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STupid Designer on Copilot won't do any photo that mentions a person

 

[Tonga Bob]

How the flick is everyone tonight?

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Flickin great. You?

 

[Bovo]

 

[Bovo]

You leave a lot of things I've noticed. Live a little.

10 years in banhammer changes a bloke

 

[Tonga Bob]

10 years in banhammer changes a bloke

It’s quite the redemption arc

 

[Purple7x08_24]

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Do me Winona Ryder as a ruthless ruler of an entire planet

 

[Bovo]

Do me Winona Ryder as a ruthless ruler of an entire planet

It’s hard to beat the AI