I, THE WIZARD HAVE HACKED INTO THIS WEBSITE TO TELL YOU IT IS A CROCK FULL OF SENSELESS SUPERSTITION, THIS CRAZED SO-CALLED DECODER BALONEY AND PUZZLE CRAP. BEGONE WITH ITS LURE! DO NOT SUCCUMB! BLYGORE!
WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?
I'VE NEVER SEEN SUCH A MESS!
ATTNTION ALL SKYPILOTS
SUMMON THE CLUBSTERS
THIS CALLS FOR A
SATURDAY, OCTOBER 5, 2002
EMERGENCY SESSION OF
BRANCH ONE OH WON
The mood is one of anger and outrage. This was a sneak attack without warning. Somber decisions must be made. A motion on the floor. It is picked up, wiped off and passed around. No discussion necessary. Vote is unanimous. Strike back. Strike fast. And strike now!
This is our target. The wild man who had the effontery to mock the ideals and respectablilty of the skypilots. Club members around the world are rallying around the spaceship ports, ready and willing to launch the missives at their wont. All they need is the command to go. Ears are glued to the receivers. Orders are sent for glue removal.
Now the mood is jubilant, as always, when action is taken. The ships are launched, the retaliatory strike is on its way. Satellite TV shows the action.
GIVE HIM THE FIST
When in the last scene the skypilots were bludgeoning the wizhacker into total surrender fiinally seen is the wily veteran who delivered the blow.
Old Grizzled hisself, none the worst for battled wear and tear except for the rip in the bottom of his pants when he tried to leap for joy when his fist struck its knockout blow. Thanks, Griz.
THUTH ENDETH THE HACK