BBCgalaxee
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- Sep 9, 2011
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I tried but I was beaten back by mystical wizards & witches.
So I tried the side door (gilmo gave me the code "mtg4life") & got in by distracting the 27 nerds dressed in robes (they were jousting) when I threw a box of first edition "land & soul" & they all ran for it.
So then, after all that, I gathered my wits, raised up my pants (i wear jogging pants because I'm short) & parted the magical red curtains which seperate the back room from the store looking forward to the next few hours of sorting through hundreds of monster boxes.
Then, it hit me. Someone threw an empty box of antiquities & knocked me right on the head.
"INVADER!" screamed the man behind the counter.
I couldn't see his face as it was covered by the hood from his garment. But I figured it was none other that the grand poopah himself, chris gilmore!
I was trapped! All I wanted to do was thumb through thousands of BASEBALL CARDS looking for those promo cards, sportflics robin younts & prospects which I collect.
But alas, I was denied, for the fcb website AND store is actually a front for the mtg followers & I was in their territory!
I had no where to go, I had to surrender to the evil orgers & trolls which inhabit that store.
I was only freed when I promised to never speak of this occurence. But I cant hide it any longer!
FCB & ITS OWNER ARE OUT TO TRANSFORM US ALL INTO MTG MINIONS JUST LIKE THE ALIENS IN THE ORIGINAL "V" TV DRAMA!
I'm sure they are coming to get me now, please heed this warning.
And when I'm gone, don't cry for me, but don't forget me either.
And when you build a larger than life stone statute of me, make my ***** just as large.
Thats how I would like to be remembered.
So I tried the side door (gilmo gave me the code "mtg4life") & got in by distracting the 27 nerds dressed in robes (they were jousting) when I threw a box of first edition "land & soul" & they all ran for it.
So then, after all that, I gathered my wits, raised up my pants (i wear jogging pants because I'm short) & parted the magical red curtains which seperate the back room from the store looking forward to the next few hours of sorting through hundreds of monster boxes.
Then, it hit me. Someone threw an empty box of antiquities & knocked me right on the head.
"INVADER!" screamed the man behind the counter.
I couldn't see his face as it was covered by the hood from his garment. But I figured it was none other that the grand poopah himself, chris gilmore!
I was trapped! All I wanted to do was thumb through thousands of BASEBALL CARDS looking for those promo cards, sportflics robin younts & prospects which I collect.
But alas, I was denied, for the fcb website AND store is actually a front for the mtg followers & I was in their territory!
I had no where to go, I had to surrender to the evil orgers & trolls which inhabit that store.
I was only freed when I promised to never speak of this occurence. But I cant hide it any longer!
FCB & ITS OWNER ARE OUT TO TRANSFORM US ALL INTO MTG MINIONS JUST LIKE THE ALIENS IN THE ORIGINAL "V" TV DRAMA!
I'm sure they are coming to get me now, please heed this warning.
And when I'm gone, don't cry for me, but don't forget me either.
And when you build a larger than life stone statute of me, make my ***** just as large.
Thats how I would like to be remembered.
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