Having had a vague memory, I made to track down and old war of sorts... and I then got pulled into rereading an entire six page thread. On my way from the initial post
linking to a hilarious quiz that
Lush created while bored in Durham, all the way to the end, I discovered a few half-forgotten laughs.
Lush's inadvertant proposal to
Heren Istarion and his subsequent
agreement, so long as there were not too many festivities and formalities involved.
Eomer of the Rohirrim's kind
explanation of the genetics involved with the inborn pinkie (ie: little finger) extension observed during British Beverage-Imbibing.
The origin of my official imaginings of
Eomer in a kilt, brought on initially by
Saraphim's refusal of a marriage proposal that
Eomer was unaware he had made, followed by his
determination to win us all over. This is possibly where his terrifyingly large fan club originated.
Continuing through the thread, another laugh was brought on by
Saraphim's declaration of war between the Uber-Dorks and the Cheeky Brits. At the very first, it was not an official war... until
Eomer declared it so himself. Page
Four is where the war really kicks off, seeing as how this is where whipped cream and argyle come into play. The war continues to crack me up as
the phantom pops in just long enough to make the
offer of the winner becoming his secretary. After a record set for number of pages allowed to continue off-topic,
Lush tries really hard to
steer us back on course. It uh... doesn't actually work. And then, after
Gil-galad's final post
suggesting that everybody stalk him... the thread dies.
And that, my friends, is one of my favorite
public forum experiences. Mind you, some of the insane PM encounters leave me giggling to no end.
And so to end this very linked post... Great thread idea, Eomer. I'd rep you, but I can't for awhile.
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