"...see, I've already won..." said the goblin

And now you fail as first

"...the first shall be the last..." replied the goblin

Or so it may be second to last! For the future is untold

*walks in dazed*

"What was stated of a prize????" asked Sage in a garble slur of speech.

*falls over*

"I'll just wait here until the competition is over."

<freezes in time>


XP

IMMA WIN, inly he spoke with a triumphet attitude.

("...this is never over, this is your mega thread..." foretold the goblin)

the poster had won, as had the goblin many times to date too but there was always only one "last post" and only the one "now" to post it in, "...it is like picking up a handful of sand and letting the grains slip gently through ones fingers..." mused the goblin "...there are so many things yet to post and so many things that I have posted but just like the sand they are somehow less attractive than the falling grains of the present situation..." the goblin was simply trying to say that winning the game was less of a prize than the adventure than sifting through the sand of what one could post here

"There is a prize?" The ghost the spirit in human form whispered with a laugh "what prize could be? I see no reason for prize for why should our fun ever end?"

oh dear.....


*falls through floor*


ALCOHOL IS BAD CHILDREN!!!! he screamed as he fell three stories.....my dear....

"Hark! Haha he looses in death of poor choice!" gliding around the spirit laughs a the sight.

("...display your stuff mortals, ask yourself "what in my life is worth postings" and go with it, for here is our journal then.." suggested the goblin)

repost from elsewhere, the "what are you doing" thread

the goblin was doing "nothing" in style, well that is, when he should have been doing "whatever" then, saying "...for who owns this existence, if one can't do "nothing" in it...", and yet that fear of not meeting his obligations always lurked ever in the shadows of his mind now, at which point a gypsy was passing a small paper cup in an unwashed hand around the bistro tables to the usual "...si vous plait monsieur, si vous plait..." with a voice without much expectation, where the goblin just typed on before finally signaling a clear "no" with those upraised flayed fingers of his two hands as if pushing it all away from him, "...gypsy, you are what I am not, in a freedom that I fear to follow, just I hate you for reminding me of that at this point...", sighed the goblin as the clock, once more, set the goblin's pace for his next "whatever" in a life that all seemed so "Arbeit macht frei" at this point for that constant command which it held one under

the goblin returned some hours later to find the there were still few posts "...alas, poor humans, I knew them well..." said the goblin borrowing words from Hamlet while downing his coffee in the bistro where so called "dailylife" continued a pace around him till his eyes fell on a child being taught ABC by her parent and could understand the child's resentment at flexing the brain on the weekend, and just like his school days too, the goblin wants to whisper the answer behind the teacher's back something like "...hush, you have to take the last post place from the goblin..." without getting caught by a the prof who normally was the "read up Marx, write down marks" type, at which the goblin caught those school memories before they could fully crawl out of the soil again and the quickly reburied them


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meanwhile, back at CIA headquarters agent Joe is carefully monitoring Al Qaida's secret website at his desk, he thinks "...where's mac with my coffee then..." as he starts reading through the new posts for subliminal messages, reads: "infidel, may a thousand scorpions sit on your bum, your goblin days are numbered, this is my "last post" thread, it is written", then agent Joe looks up at agent McCoy who has come with his coffee, says "...you take over mac, I'm beat, I need a break..." turning to the second screen with showing the CIA site, he sips his coffee, feels better, clicks "new posts" and writes: "listen goblin, there's no way this thread is yours buddy", somehow the goblin is always supportive, he just likes sending people up he felt

Sage hopped above the goblin, from thin air. He yelled silently....yay.....
far from the vision is his left eye stood a brick, he could sense the brick......nvm

i posted last...for now!!!