Post making contest 6.0

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Welcome back to the Space Consortium.

Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water...

The PMC is just like jaws only imagine that the ocean is the eagle time forums, the people that it eats are our precious precious posts and the unkillable monstrous shark that is sometimes reanimated with voodoo if i have been correctly informed is pretty much identical in nature.

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Passes no rules.

Welcome back to the Space Consortium.

Passes rule 1.a.

Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water...

Passes rule 1.a.

The PMC is just like jaws only imagine that the ocean is the eagle time forums, the people that it eats are our precious precious posts and the unkillable monstrous shark that is sometimes reanimated with voodoo if i have been correctly informed is pretty much identical in nature.

Passes rule 1.a.

Okay, but where does the new page bug fit into this metaphor, Ix?

Also why do we need a bigger boat.

Okay, but where does the new page bug fit into this metaphor, Ix?

Also why do we need a bigger boat.

Passes rule 1.a.

OkAy, BuT WhErE dOeS tHe NeW pAgE bUg FiT iNtO tHiS mEtApHoR, iX?

aLsO wHy Do We NeEd A bIgGeR bOaT.

Is there an echo in here?

Is there an echo in here?

Must be—otherwise that quote would not have been quoted in weird fashion.

TRUE

FALSE

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked.

"What's happened to me?" he thought. It wasn't a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer.

OkAy, BuT WhErE dOeS tHe NeW pAgE bUg FiT iNtO tHiS mEtApHoR, iX?

aLsO wHy Do We NeEd A bIgGeR bOaT.

Passes rule 1.a.

Is there an echo in here?

Passes rule 1.a.

Is there an echo in here?

Must be—otherwise that quote would not have been quoted in weird fashion.

Passes rule 1.a.

TRUE

FALSE

Passes rule 1.a.

One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked.

"What's happened to me?" he thought. It wasn't a dream. His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table - Samsa was a travelling salesman - and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer.

Passes rule 1.a.

Post Making Contests
Will be the end of us all
This is a haiku

Your request answered
The bigger boat acquired
Tasty spring blossom

I love the springtime
Chewing the falling blossoms
Nature's Kit-Kat bars

In autumn there's free
museli falling from the sky
A seasonal treat

Hey you can eat snow.
Scoop it from the ground and put
it in your mouth. Yum!

Summer's the only
season that you can't eat but
I'm working on it.

Post Making Contests
Will be the end of us all
This is a haiku

Passes rule 1.a.

Your request answered
The bigger boat acquired
Tasty spring blossom

Passes no rules.

I love the springtime
Chewing the falling blossoms
Nature's Kit-Kat bars

Passes rule 1.a.

In autumn there's free
museli falling from the sky
A seasonal treat

Passes rule 1.a.

Hey you can eat snow.
Scoop it from the ground and put
it in your mouth. Yum!

Passes rule 1.a.

Summer's the only
season that you can't eat but
I'm working on it.

Passes rule 1.a.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I can detect the many frequencies of the spectrum,
In the land of the blind the man with one eye is king.

Flowers are colours
I observe the frequencies
All hail One Eye Bill

Snart

One Eye Bill is the ruler of all he surveys.

But without depth perception, he can't actually survey that much.