Alright kids, here goes. Hopefully there wasn't an older CC like this...

Your mission...should you choose to accept it, is to send the characters in your strips back in time to the early 1900's and see how they cope with life where there's none of the luxuries we have these days...no computers, no cellphones, etc.

There's only one rule : No Photoshopped entries. It's all about using what stripcreator gives you to work with. Everything else is fair game...any characters, any backgrounds, including in-jokes and the like.

Judging will be sometime Friday night, provided I'm not too drunk to judge that is. Good luck. :)

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Getting the obvious out of the way...

CC 208: Stripcreator in the year 1900 by BigEvilDan 9-01-03

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"Oh, look, a joke! How original! Thank you, but if I wanted my emotions stimulated pleasurably, I'd get a whore." - Donald B. Jones III

Sheila E. In Romance 1600 by umfumdisi 9-01-03

1903--Near Kitty Hawk, North Carolina... Peddle faster, Wilbur, faster! Dude, I'm Mario--I'm just looking for the head. 1916--Near Verdun, France... Well, we're fighting, but I think we're in the wrong place and time. Shut Up! Just be glad one of those strippers found a use for us. 1929--Near Wall Street, USA... *splat* Stock Market Crash? Maybe I should have paid attention in History class.

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Chicken Feather Bed Bugs Bunny Hop Sing Out Side Street Walker Texas Ranger Cookie Dough Boy Wonder Years

Hopefully this is rules compliant enough:

CC 208: Time machine goes to Salem by mikeweeney 9-01-03

So I says, "Well, them rotor turbines ain't gonna generate gravitons by themselves." Witch!!! Burn him at the stake! Ha ha!

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"I shall now explain to each and every one of you why I am your genetic superior, using only your first name as evidence." -- Something Positive

... by ObiJo 9-02-03

I was de-atomized and injected into the particle accelerator at CERN, where, using Einstein's Special Theory of Relativity, I was sent back in time. While there was some talk of side effects, those concerns were obviously unfoun Mooooooooo Do try not to interrupt, my dear.

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I ate a hooker half a bottle of knife.

Apologies to Chris Onstad

CC 208: Derivative vaudeville by jes_lawson 9-02-03

I say, I say, I say! My dog has no nose! My heavens! Then how does he smell? Terrible! Why sir, you are the living end! I raise my hat to you for that marvellous jest! How is your mother?

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1 by ObiJo 9-02-03

Ah, 1906. No highways, no skyscrapers, and best of all, no wirhling! SUCK What the hell are you doing in 1906, assy? mine is an eternal suck

He's breathing his suck. by ObiJo 9-02-03

I don't get it. It's kind of like the series finale for Star Trek TNG - as they traveled back in time, the rift in spacetime got bigger. So it is for my suck. Ewwww! In fact, most of this fine countryside you see behind you compriseth my suck. You're standing on my suck right now. Am I breathing your suck? You're breathing my suck.

He's still breathing his suck. by ObiJo 9-02-03

Wait, if your suck increases with time, how big were you at the beginning of the universe? In the beginning there was the word, and the word was SUCK. I can't believe this! My SUCK runneth over. I'll jump rope with limpdick before I worship you! You worship my SUCK with every blade of grass you feel playing between your toes.

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Is he breathing his suck? I can't tell, it's kind of dark. by ObiJo 9-02-03

AAHHHHH!!! wirthling is God, and I'm squishing him between my toes and his SUCK runneth over and Sweety, it's okay! It's okay. You're just having a nightmare. Here, let me get up and get you a glass of water. Don't turn on the light! I know how this shit goes down! What? You're going to be him! Don't be silly.

What if he is? by ObiJo 9-02-03

CLICK See, I told you I'm not him. Where are you? Are you hiding under the bed? What if I am?

6 by ObiJo 9-02-03

Okay, I'm coming out, but give me a 5 minute head start before you start sucking. Oh god no. Hey, you really AREN'T him! OH GOD NOOOOOOOOO!!!! What a relief.

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I ate a hooker half a bottle of knife.

Sheila E. In Romance 1600 by umfumdisi 9-01-03

1903--Near Kitty Hawk, North Carolina... Peddle faster, Wilbur, faster! Dude, I'm Mario--I'm just looking for the head. 1916--Near Verdun, France... Well, we're fighting, but I think we're in the wrong place and time. Shut Up! Just be glad one of those strippers found a use for us. 1929--Near Wall Street, USA... *splat* Stock Market Crash? Maybe I should have paid attention in History class.

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Chicken Feather Bed Bugs Bunny Hop Sing Out Side Street Walker Texas Ranger Cookie Dough Boy Wonder Years

CC 208: Why we shouldn't send very old people back in time by kaufman 9-02-03

Holy shit, you're me! I'm who? You're you, who is me. I don't know, who are you? I'm you. Hugh?

CC 208: This is gonna hurt me a lot more than it'll hurt you by kaufman 9-02-03

Don't you kids have any proper respect for your elders? I really should whack you with my cane. But Hugh, if you are me, you'll be whacking yourself too! Okay, that's it. I've had it with you. What are you looking at now? That's an interesting scar you have over your left eye.

CC 208: The Farmie Paradox by kaufman 9-02-03

I see this is an opportunity to make both our lives better. First thing I do when I get back is come back here and tell myself not to bop me with the cane. But won't that create a temporal paradox in which your not hitting me causes you to not realize the implications so you never come back and tell yourself not to hit me, and soon the universe vanishes? Aw heck, never mind. Let me just show you where the clitoris is. Oh, I know that. Paw's got it. He's out feeding the chickens right now.

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CC 208: Getting lucky? by lukket 9-02-03

1912: At the Titanic Amazing. How lucky I am to have won the ticket for the ship to America in gambling. Do you fancy a shag? I realize that the standards of our time do not allow for such non-marital endeavours, but yes. I'd love to. Then let's go to the first class deck where I have my cabin. This is just fantastic. Where's the catch? Hey! Isn't that iceberg getting really close!?

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CC 208: Before Ray Tomlinson by lukket 9-02-03

Oh no. My time machine just went "BOOM". I'm stuck in 1906. Oh well. I'll have to cope with that. The technology I'll need will be here in fifty years, and I'll still be alive by then. I better make the best of a bad situation. First I'll find a netcafe and check my mail. Nooooooo.

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Buffalo, 1901 by boorite 9-02-03

President McKinley! I've come from the future to warn you. You're about to be assassinated! BANG! See?

Out of time and out of pants by boorite 9-02-03

Greetings, man of the past! I am from the year 2003! Crikey! Another city boy wanderin' around with no britches. That's because pants can't go through the time machine. But you're still wearin' them underpants, and that shirt, and them army boots. OK, I took off my pants to let my knees breathe a little, and BAM I was back in 1901. Should I shoot 'im now or wait 'til his back is turned?

Untitled by boorite 9-02-03

I can prove I'm from the future... with my impossible foreknowledge of events yet to happen! Okey-dokey. Shit... Who won the Super Bowl in 1901?

The shape of things to come by boorite 9-02-03

In 2003, practically everyone will travel around in "automobiles." Well any damned fool could tell you that! Fine. But these automobiles are equipped with enormous gramophones! What the hell for?

In which I attempt to bamboozle a hayseed by boorite 9-02-03

Well then, Mr. Future Britches, why don't you give me some future knowledge I can use? Like some ultra-modern farming methods. OK! In 1958, we discovered that application of magnesium oxide will quintuple your yields. Pumpkins the size of Volkswagens! What the hell's a Volkswagen? What the hell is magnesium oxide?

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Circuit City would also do. by boorite 9-02-03

It's getting chilly, and I'm starved. Got any room in the farmhouse for a man from the next millenium? Depends. Can a man from the next millenium do anything remotely useful? I can rig the whole place for wireless ethernet. Just get me to the nearest Best Buy. Can you muck stalls? I can muck stalls like the dickens. This way, please.

Surely by boorite 9-02-03

I'm about to introduce you to my daughter. But if'n you so much as look at 'er, I'll castrate you with a grape hook. Not to worry. In 2003, we males are castrated at age 30 for population control. C'mon, then. Surely that thing about the grape hook is just a figure of speech.

Past imperfect by boorite 9-02-03

So you're the proverbial farmer's daughter. You sure talk funny, future man! Your father tells me your mom died giving birth to you. Poor mama. I'll always remember the night our Lord took her home. You what? I was just eight years old.

Time-traveling salesman by boorite 9-02-03

So you're the farmer's daughter, and I'm the stranded traveler, and your father's out there harvesting hay. You know what has to happen next, eh? Yeah. You gotta muck them stalls before Daddy comes home, or else he takes your balls off with a grape hook. Right! Where's that shovel? Dumbshit.

An old century dawns by boorite 9-02-03

I'm done mucking the stalls! What's for dinner? Hardtack and raw potaters! Christ. Maybe I'll just go to bed. Tuberculosis! Er, I mean I fixed you up a straw bed on the floor there.

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Buffalo, 1901 by boorite 9-02-03

President McKinley! I've come from the future to warn you. You're about to be assassinated! BANG! See?

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Ethnic minorities from the past by Zegota 9-02-03

Excellent, I've made it back to the year 1900, with the knowledge I possess I should become the wealthiest man ever! Hey, look yonder there Aha, a local Let's go lynch us a nigger Bugger