it's a beautiful Monday morning, Code is out on the farm, digging up dirt and planting potato seed, after potato seed, worrying if him and his partner will have enough money before the season changes. But, his partnter should have been out here helping him with planting these potatoes... Where was he? Code got up from his spot, wiping the sweat from his forehead, and he heads through the uncut grass and trees to the barn, to find Murray in his Cow Onesie, still drunk from the night before, desperately trying to fit in with his own kind. Code giggles at the sight and lets Murray be, going back to work on his potato patch
And you must recite the prayer. Our Nova who art in cyber space Hallowed be thy name Thy sparkus come Thy sparkus done On Earth as it is on Halo Give us this day our daily games And lead us not into memes For yours is the hammer and wammer and the spammer-jammer forever Amen
Meanwhile, William is oh so happy to introduce his mini me. Oh yes, this is mini Wi...Richard. Mini Richard. He's me but little. Isn't it great? Just look at him. Say hi, Mini-Richard! (William picks up mini-me's arm and makes it wave.)
The room is dark, save where the candles create golden pools of light. The incense from worship lingers in the air, and the only sounds are the quiet murmurings of the penitent and the soft shuffle of slippers on the stone floor. A tall figure, heavily draped and hooded, slips into the confessional. "Forgive me, Father Nova, for I have sinned. It has been one hour since my last confession." there is a brief, heavy silence, and then the reply comes from the screen, a voice of compassion and sadness, of forgiveness and infinite patience, and just a sexy bit o' British. "Tell me your sins, my child." "Father...I have memed. I memed three times in the last hour. I..I know it is wrong, but they are so funny and I just cannot help myself. Also, they anger Sen so much..." There is a sigh, and it sounds as if the occupant of the other booth is shifting uncomfortably. "My child...we all sin. It is in our nature. We must strive to be better. In penance you must pray three Hail Sparkies, and deposit fifty units of your local currency in the GGC Paypal..." The hooded figure breathes a sigh of relief. That is not so bad. "Yes Father. Thank you." "....and bring me a glass of water."
Ardently swirls his cursor around the screen, clicking from point to point, finding his way to the channel creation menu. As he swigs his nearly cold coffee, his winces and instead throws his mug to the side, slamming his fingers down onto the keyboard and entering the name for the new rp channel which would bring joy to many. Suddenly he coughs and dies, and the last hope of an rp channel existing was lost. But his soul lived on within Spark.