| AAAAH LAKA LAKA LA! |
| |
| The raids have begun. Already bullitens on the wall of myspace are being posted. To be number one of all the internet realm? I dare say tis a rather odd inquiry. Do they not know that myspace shall be voted number one by its own kin? HA I daresay they are troublesome fools. Oh I see. Its naught but a test. To prove loyalty to lord Tom. Oh those peasants dont know... Us Xangans are smarter than that. They shant weed out traitors and spies with such a small test. I'd be burned and stuck with hot eggos before declaring my allegance to yonder myspace realm. These are dark times though I must admit. Lord Tom's plan has gone. Perfectly. He has almost taken control. And so to my fellow Xangans I say... Be not troubled. But know this, Myspace far outnumbers ours. But in enginuety and wit? I dare say we take that... But I am troubled. So another day I shall give to my people a speech... Leave knowing this...
MYSPACE HAS'NT WON YET |
| |
| Spies from the North have told of an ancient evil that slumbers beneath the dank caverns of Minespace. Tis a fowl creature with naught love for the fickle humans above. Lord Xang hadst sent out ambassadors to quell the beast to our favor and aid us in the battle with Minespace. The Tyrant Tom, ruler of the Space realm. Hadst heard of our treachery... Already his armies are amassing and it shant be long before mice are clicked and keyboards are shattered in the ultimate battle of Internet stalker supremecy. To thee I say, fare well. For another day cometh. Ere we meet under the red sky of war. |
| |
| Its been a long time... but now... Xanga has fallen low enough to that accursed mongrel known as myspace... Spies from the mountains tell that myspace hadst arised an army far greater than that of lord Xang... If battle be it need. So it shall. Let the rebellion... begin... |
| |
