From: "Arty!!" 
Subject: [OW!]Campaigning and what not.
Date: 07 Jan 1999 00:00:00 GMT
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The Artemesian Warrior was in a bit of a bind.  An election for the
presidency of Otaku World was looming, and he had yet to campaign. 

He had proudly affixed the "Capcom" badge to his chest, but had yet to
hear back from the Capcomchanians.  Oddly enough, they were all huddled
around a PlayStation playing the legendarily bad SailorMoon fighting
game.  The things people will do when all OtakuWorld computer systems
crash. 

Rooks strolled over to the AW, wearing a Hawaiian shirt.  

"Man, I found these cool threads while going through your closets, AW. 
Whaddya think?" asked Rooks as he strutted around. 

AW's eyes lit up with the fire of a moronic scheme.  "Rooks! You're  a
genius! We, the Non-Continuity-Monkey-Party will offer free trips to
tropical paradises for all those who vote for us!" The AW's eyes teared
up as he hugged his running mate.  "You, sir, are a brilliant
politician."

"Er, that's right." said Rooks as he reclined in a lounge chair. 

"But where to set up this tropical paradise..."thought the AW as he
glanced at the Crater Formerly Known as the DCBFH3®.

"How about the Crater Formerly Known as the DCBFH3®?" suggested Rooks in
a helpful tone. 

"By gum! Rooks, you're brilliant!" cackled the AW as he began snapping
his fingers.  To the dismay of many authors, Nameless Minako+Reichanian
casino scum appeared carrying plastic palm trees and jugs of water. 
Soon, a shimmering pool had filled the crater and Rooks and the AW were
sitting poolside, broadcasting yet another Ad for the election. 

Rooks began to speak.  "My dear fellow Otaku Warriors, many of you know
me from my long and distinguished career as a Minakochanian.  But I come
to you today not as a Minakochanian, but as a politician! As one who
will promise you gifts beyond your wildest dreams! Yes, you too can look
studly poolside.  All you have to do is vote NCMP. So remember, vote
NCMP." 

Just then, horrible screams were heard emanating from within the
casino.  The AW and Rooks both looked skyward as missiles, mechs, and
melons showered the casino in an unceasing barrage.  

"What the hell?" gasped the AW as a canteloupe crashed into his neon
sign.  "Only one faction could be this evil! THE OSDF!!!! Quickly,
Rooks! To the S.P.I.C.E.gear!"

"SPICEgear?" asked Rooks.

"Yes! The Super Powerful Ineffective Combat-E-een[1] Gear! Hurry, man,
our lives depend on it." 

And so our heroes rushed into the Casino, only to reappear within 10
words of leaving.  They were now inside the SPICEgear.  Formerly known
as the Spice Caravan, M+Rchanian Winnebago, the SPICEgear was basically
the Spice Caravan mounted atop really big legs. Rooks and the AW rushed
towards OSDF castle, muttering revenge under their breaths.

As the Castle came into view, one poor individual could be seen outside,
playing with his new Christmas toys.

Tom DLM. 

The AW cackled madly and screamed through the SPICEgear's megaphones, 
"TRY SOME OF YOUR OWN MEDICINE, YOU FRIGGIN CLOWN!" 

Sailor Clown looked up, before realizing that the AW was not talking to
her. 

Tom DLM also looked up, just in time to see the SPICEgear begin opening
fire on him.  An avalanche of Honeydew Melons bounced off his hood.

"You dirty slime!" cried Tom DLM as a Honeydew landed in his passenger
seat.  

TBC? 


[1]-pronounced like "combating", if there is such a word. Probably not.
But strees the E in "-ing". 








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