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The Anti-pirating Adventures of the [color=purple]Masked Goalie[/color] begin [url=http://www.stripcreator.com/comics/Spectre_General/224853]here![/url]
...The geometry of the city was abnormal, non-Euclidean, and redolent of dimensions apart from ours...
... The aperture was black with a darkness almost material. Everyone listened, and everyone was listening still when its gelatinous green immensity lumbered slobberingly into sight...
...God! What wonder Wilcox raved with fever in that telepathic instant? The Thing of the idols, Great Cthulhu was loose again, ravening for delight...
Aren't you a little too short to be called "Great"?
Hamlet -stop- Methinks saw Father yesternight -stop- Please advise. Hmm... well, to be or not to be...
...whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outragous fortune, or take up arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them...
To die, to sleep no more. And by a sleep to say we end the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to; 'tis a consummation devoutly to be wished...
I, George Dubya Bush am the first 'Merican on Mars. It's a unmissrecredulous honor I tell you.
My first act as President of the moon is to take all the cheese and send it down to those poor starvin' rich 'Merican's back home on the good ol' US of Earth.
This just in, wannabe superhero "The Masked Goalie" has been killed in the line of duty whilst investigating an internet piracy ring.
According to his partner and only friend 'PCBoy' the would-be-valiant Goalie's last words were "Tell them I'm really dumb and I smell." As of this recording the validity of these claims is uncertain.
I... I guess so. One minute I was walking through the woods... then everything went hazy and I had this weird, nightmare where this guy kept saying the same thing over and over...
Arr! I know you think we pirates are a bad sort, but listen here! I think we're doin' the entertainment industry a favor. See the quality of music, movies and all manner o' things has gone down...
Big business sells illconcieved formula work to an increasingly apathetic audience. We go to crappy movies, for example, because we want to be entertained, but there's nothing else being produced.
Pirating changes money from a tool to aquire services to a means of supporting worthwhile artists and their work. Soon the industry will be built on well made films rather than watered down rehashes.
You Pirates make up excuses to cover up for the fact that you're breaking the law, and taking money out of the pockets of hard working people, alls they wanna do is work.
It's people's jobs to make the things you're stealing! Who makes movies? David Goldstein makes movies! A humble set painter!
But you don't care, 'cause you can press a few buttons and reap all that benefit. respectcopyrights.org.
That's right! One move and I turn this ship into a death salad!
Whoa, easy there you black-hearted... uh, friend...
Look, I can see that you're upset, and well you should be. You're talking to a man covered in the blood of your closest friends.
But we both know that you don't want to press that switch. You aren't about to sacrifice the lives of yourself and your partner in crime, are you? Huh? Are you, dumbass?
...casualties of the explosion are still being tallied, however police report that many of the bodies recovered had already passed away due to prior wounds...
The city sleeps, safe in the knowledge that the faceless thousands of the entertainment industry can go about their work earning a fair wage...
Her fierce protector rests for now, aware that the battle is but half won... There are others who would pirate to slake their greed...
But for now, having lost his job whilst saving the city for the past month, our hero returns home to nurse his third and fourth degree burns... ahh... sweet justice...