Ike

The house was built on a small mound a little back from a winding lane. The once-white paint was faded and peeling, leaving gaps where the warped boards showed through. The shutters hung loose and clattered when the wind blew. Panes were broken or missing from many of the windows. The chimney was at an odd angle and the roof was missing several dozen shingles. The young couple saw it as a fixer-upper. A place to raise their three-year-old son. The seller did not bother to mention its history. . . . Built 120 years ago by an aristocratic family that had come over from England. Small marks of good workmanship, though weathered and now old, still showed. The door was solid oak and weather-stained, with small inset windows and a handle that looked large enough for a giant to use. Stories had it that the Vondarks were hard working but curious people. They had built and owned the morgue, and had also built the town's cemetery which many out of towners noticed was strangely large and perhaps out of proportion to this very small New England town. And there were other, more stranger stories about the Vondarks as well... Some said that people had seen strange shadows and heard the most outlandish noises when they came near the House when it was still occupied by the VonDarks. There was one man who was supposedly driven mad after he had gone to deliver a strange, damp, package one night, all that he had supposedly said since that point were insane mutterings about "chaos, claws tentacles, and eyes, too many eyes." Although this was never proved to have occured, people began avoiding the house, until one day, it was suddenly and mysteriously empty. Since that time, the house had lain empty and decaying, that is until the young family had moved in... Starting in the Spring, the young couple worked every weekend on renovating and updating the house. Chimney straightened, roof re-shingled, windows replaced, interior and exterior re-painted. By the Fall, the place had regained its former glory. In late October, the family moved in. There were a few oddities remaining. The stairs going down to a non-existent cellar, the door in the back of the pantry that did not open, and the way the front door squeaked no matter how much the lock and hinges were oiled. But these were minor things to the young family, at least at first . . .

I know who the D.a.r.k. Pumpkin is, but I'm not telling!

As has been done for the last few years, it is time for a joint Ghost Story. Slightly different format than in the past, but we have a week to put something together so let's see how it goes. Each person contributes one paragraph or a short bit of dialogue. _____________________________________________________________ The house was built on a small mound a little back from a winding lane. The once-white paint was faded and peeling, leaving gaps where the warped boards showed through. The shutters hung loose and clattered when the wind blew. Panes were broken or missing from many of the windows. The chimney was at an odd angle and the roof was missing several dozen shingles. The young couple saw it as a fixer-upper. A place to raise their three-year-old son. The seller did not bother to mention its history. . . .

Hooray! My Punkin' sheep has returned! No thanks to GoGo and Borg, and others who tried to fleece and eat them. @Amble: The MODs change someone's avatar to the D.a.r.k. Pumpkin each day and that person needs to realize this and post here.

I fear tomorrow may be too late. GoGo might have already eaten them all! I better get Lil' Bo Peep on the case! Hmmmm, I seem to have forgotten for what I was looking. - Ike

Oh noooooo! My poor sheep has gone missing! Everyone better - Ike

I think that the Sheep Pumpkin should trump a mere D.a.r.k. Pumpkin. Check out amusing Jack-o-Lanterns.

My spies are everywhere! Bwhahahahah!

for Halloween themes!

You go Rik! I would have to say that you are the first real friend I made in oGame, back when you invited me into TFCA . . . which then promptly dissolved. I learned about moonshots there and you gave me my first planned moon. That is what enabled me to build gravitron (on the second try), and my lovely RIPs, which rose to a shocking level of 13 back in 2006. You also introduced me to DarkMatters, for which I'll never forgive you. oGods only know how much res we traded over the years! I'm very proud to have met you here and of your accomplishments in oGame, which have been phenomenal. I wish you the best during rehab. - Ike

To some extent I am indifferent to this. Although technically a bug, I don't see it as being really useful other than in a case in which there is a phalanx and the returning fleet only has a few seconds in which to re-launch. Otherwise, you can move the fleet any time between when the probes are launched and the attack fleet arrives as there is no way for the attacker to recall in time. However, it does rather annoy me that others have been perma-banned (Athrin, for instance) while The Commander is let off with a warning for the same action. While the results were different, gain vs. no gain, I see that as wholly irrelevant. But then, it is not rare for me to disagree with the Mods.

Go IKE go! I mean, uh, good luck Borg.

True enough, but it will be useless against this . . . Catapult.

WHAT IS YOUR NAME - Ike 4 LETTER WORD - Item BOY NAME - Isaac GIRL NAME - Isabel A COLOR - Indigo SOMETHING YOU WEAR - Insignia BEVERAGE – Iced Tea FOOD – Ice Cream SOMETHING FOUND IN A BATHROOM – Incandescent Lights A PLACE - Ipanema SOMETHING YOU SHOUT - I Rule! [Kevin Spacey in American Beauty]

Just say NO to Fur, sayeth . . . The PETA Protestor.

Now a category 3 hurricane and heading toward South Florida! Linky

I hope it comes as no surprise that I heard about TD Ike a couple of days ago and that I'm rooting for it:) Perhaps it can wallop Borg in the Keys. Go Ike GO!

Hmmmm, but perhaps that tracer will look like it is armor-piercing if I use this lovely . . . Black Sharpie.

Lucky I was wearing my . . . Kevlar Vest.

Ooooo, should not mix medication with . . . Alcohol.

We'll just bypass that shield with this lovely . . . Morning Star.

Add a couple of rockets to that and you'll have yourself a nice . . . Jet pack!

Mmmmm, I think I will call you lunch . . . Said the Cat.

Perhaps those hands won't be so supportive when linked together in these . . . Handcuffs.

Looks like your ship is in for a wreck after it spends a bit of time in this . . . Paint Shaker.