Tuesday, January 8, 2008

Mark Chua has forsaken his Bressed Homerand




By Great Beaver Rice Wok Spirit, Japanese Semi-Aquatic Rodent God





Mark Chua, you have forsaken your bressed homerand. Rong have you journeyed from our shores, and rong have we awaited word of your travers. It was not untir I frew on the western wind in search of you that I found you here, demeaning yourserf for a racadasiar rapscarrion.

Where is your pride in your homerand? Have you not forgotten the gratuitous sirriness that this senseress charratan has resorted to, over and over again without fragging? For shame, Mark Chua, for you have desecrated the tender rine that rinks you to your bressed history.

Bryan Bishop is an evir force and I suspect that Chris Harmer is nothing other than a rackey, who he wirr use to craim power. He is crearry royal to Bryan Bishop, and that is enough reason to stand against his rise to a powerfur prace in the rearm of poritics.

By not only supporting his poritical campaign for Mayor of Horrywood, you have forgotten the roverly rand that birthed you; doing so on the very forum of such a hated enemy such as Bryan Bishop is armost unforgiveabre. You should be ashamed of yourserf, Mark Chua. The Great Beaver Rice Wok Spirit frows about your serfishness and your sharrowness.

Certainry the next Cora that I pee in will be yours.


The Great Beaver Rice Wok Spirit once battled a young Jesus for the timber in a forest and won.

Lies And Lunacy: The Story of the HTG Mayoral Race



By Mark Chua, Bryan Bishop Adventure Island Investigative Journalist




With the conclusion of the HTG mayoral election and Mayor Chris Harmer's victory, numerous exit polls paint the picture of a fluid race. Considering that environment - so much power on the line with no clear frontrunner - it's no surprise that some campaigns took desperate measures to try and eke out a victory. But what is shocking is just how dirty some campaigns got.

Within hours of winning his party's nomination Hulk Hogan appeared on television to threaten rivals Harmer and Pamela Anderson. "Chris Harmer... Pamela Anderson... whatcha gonna do when now [sic] that Hulkamania is coming at you?" Thankfully there were no incidents reported, but who knows what would've happened without the increased security provided by HTG's beloved philantrophist Bryan Bishop. Unfortunately the negative campaigning didn't end with a simple pseudo-threat.

Rotor, the foreign campaign manager of Pamela Anderson, held a press conference touting Pamela Anderson's policies and decrying personal attacks. But only a few moments later he embarrassingly exposed himself as a bit of a hypocrite when he laid out the choice between Pamela Anderson and Hulk Hogan. "See: you've got an easy choice. Will you vote for aggressive, slandering egomaniacs who bring nothing to the table? Or the caring, postive, dynamic Pamela Anderson?" Many of HTG's pundits felt this was a nail in the coffin of the underperforming Anderson campaign. Bringing up Hogan's losing battle with steroid abuse and roid rage was just seen as bad form.

With Anderson's momentum all but gone it quickly came down to a two way dance between Chris Harmer and Hulk Hogan. Hogan had the advantadge in the squared circle but not in the town hall meetings. Harmer began a whirlwind tour across the city talking with the average citizens, offering self-deprecating humor, wisdom, and hope for change. "I vow to force the Flip Brothers Pizzeria to sell pasta as well. I mean, come on guys..."

The Hogan camp sensed a dangerous tide and its campaign manager, a mysterious man known only by the letters "DCE" lept into action. "Even as a slumlord... I mean apartment manager..." It took no time for the Hogan campaign to make light of Harmer providing low income housing to the poor in the form of his Reel Life Apartments. Harmer campaign manager Teufel tried to get the electoral process back on track. "Let he who is without sin cast the first stone," Teufel pleaded, urging all to talk about their policies. But DCE would have none of that.

Not long after there were brand new posters on every wall in HTG bearing the image of Jesus Christ and the words - "I Will Not Cast Stones... But I Will Cast My Vote For Terry "Hulk Hogan" Bollea!" The Hogan camp had nefarious tried to both appeal to the evangelical votes while suggesting the Savior of Christians wasn't too fond of Harmer. Even worse the image of Christ used was a stereotypical pale white man instead of the correct Middle Eastern image of Jesus. This was another misstep by the Hogan campaign as this brought forth allegations of racism and support of white supremacy from the HTG chapters of the NAACP and Rainbow-Push Coalition.

With the Hogan campaign in a tailspin they began lashing out at anyone and everything. Campaign manager DCE exploded at the eleventh hour when asked about Hulk Hogan's recent divorce proceedings. "The last I checked divorce is legal in Mr. Hogan's home state as well as in the HTG Community!" he snarled. "Just because his wife is delusional and looking for a large pay-day as Mr. Hogan's career is coming to an end, does not make Mr. Hogan a bad person. Besides if you are casting aspersions due to divorce, look no further than Ms. Anderson." Targeting a wife of twenty plus years and the mother of the candidate's two children as well as taking shots at the by then irrelevant Pamela Anderson was the deathknell of a campaign that had started out so strongly.



Many predicted a strong victory for Chris Harmer, but something strange happened. Something insidious. The end of voting had been desiginated days in advance as January 6th, 6 pm PST. But at 7:52 pm election offical Marlowe had a startling announcement. "The polls will only be open for another four hours! They'll close at the end of today."

How could that be? On what authority? On the authority of the corporate interests that manipulate the city from the shadows. They and their flunky Marlowe clearly didn't like the pro-Harmer results of the election and executed the classic tactic of extending polling time in unfriendly voting territory to try and change the outcome to a more favorable one. When the polls finally closed Marlowe had another trick up his sleeve. "The voting is now complete to determine the leader of HTG Hollywood through 2008," Marlowe announced at a press conference. "The tallies are now being counted. Early tomorrow we hope to have city officials make the announcement on whom the winner is."

An entire extra day to tally the votes? Most experts agree that based on exit polling clearly showing Harmer as the winner, that was just twenty-four more hours than necessary to thoroughly and fairly count the votes based on the city's population. There were also rumors of HTG police setting up barricades in the streets of heavily minority populated neighborhoods of the city. Head of the HTG Chapter of NAACP Shane Alexander furiously proclaimed, "This is just like Florida 2000 all over again! Have we learned nothing?"

One concerned campaign manager spoke up. "Elections extended past the predesiginated cut off point, delayed vote tallying. With the troubles this election's had I wouldn't be surprised to hear African American citizens were being prevented from voting. Whoever wins the election needs to revamp our electoral process immediately," Harmer political wunderkind Teufel sagely advised. The Harmer campaign also showed off its exit polling from January 7th, 6 pm (the original cut off date) showing Harmer the clear winner and also exit polling data from six hours later (the aritifical cut off date) still showing Harmer the winner.


Exit Poll - 6 PM

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Exit Poll - Midnight

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The underhanded plots exposed and Marlowe's past history of trying to blackmail Harmer friend Bryan Bishop with threats of exposing possibly incriminating comments being re-explored the shifty election offical started to play a new tune. Appearing before reporters nervous and sweaty, Marlowe unleashed a whopper of a flip flop. "Nope, no votes were taken after the ending point. And there's no delayed vote counting. Voting officials are merely investigating alleged wrong doings on the part of an unnamed campaign manager." No one was buying the lame excuse.

"I'm not buying that lame excuse!" exclaimed concerned and well-respected HTG citizen Cassy Havens. With no one fooled and possible civil unrest on hand, the shady electoral commission headed by Marlowe finally announced the results, results which matched up with the exit polls we were able to get our hands on, I might add. "The votes are in; a new mayor is announced!" announced Marlowe. But HTG's spryest senior citizen had one last underhanded trick under his sleeve. The results could only be seen by visiting lame news site "What's Happening?" of which he owns a controlling interest. But even that couldnt' put a damper on the celebration that swept throughout the city.

54% to Hogan's 38% to Pamela Anderson's 7% was Harmer's margin of victory - a clear majority and resounding mandate to clean up and reshape HTG into a thriving city free of corruption and crime. Of course, that will be no easy task, but that's for another time good readers.

You may think this all sounds too far fetched, too insane. You may look at where this story is hosted and laugh. But is there any forum left? The Powers That Be have muzzled and neutered every independent news source - The Pit, The Times, Carson Daily - all dead and gone or pitiful shells of their past selves. All have been watered down only to leave us with What's Happening?. Friends, this may be a strange forum, but it's also the only free voice left in this decrepit, corrupt city.

Godspeed, Chris Harmer. Godspeed.


Mark Chua has entered witness protection after writing this article.

Monday, January 7, 2008

Oh My God, Fake Elections? Oh My God, Dude


By Eddie Bishop, Brother to the Imperial Overlord of Bryan Bishop's Adventure Island


Oh my God, dude, you're at like work and shit and I so guessed your password. "IloveTabitha." Who the fuck is Tabitha? Is that that Mexican chick? Dude, you don't want to go out with a Mexican chick, her brothers will steal your tires while you're in bed with her! HAHAHAHA! God I'm funny.

So anyway, what is this? You're still doing that fake screenwriting thing? Man, what a dumbass. I'm so going to post on it just to make you look stupid. Hey, look at me, I'm Bryan Bishop, I'm a big fat dumbass. Hur hur hur I like boys. Ha ha! Now they'll think you're a huge fag.

Let's see, what is this? Hey, it's Pamela Anderson. Man, I'd tag her shit. And Hollywood Hogan and some child molestor. What is this? Mayoral Election? Oh my God, dude, oh my God. There's a fake town and shit? There's a fake town that goes with the fake screenwriting? Seriously? Shit, dude, that's weak.

Oh dude, I'm so votin' for Pam Anderson. Look at those tits! I don't care if they are fake, I want to just bury my face in 'em. You can't get hepatitis from doing the MOTORBOAT! HAHAHAHAHA! "WEDDING CRASHERS" REFERENCE, GET IT! GET IT! Ah, you're all a bunch of dumbshits.

Dude, if you're going to be such a dickstain, why don't you change your name so people can't google this and find your dumb ass? How about "Princess Bluenuts?" HAHAHAHA! Oh man, you are such a dumb fuck. And I'm totally drinking like three of your beers. If you want beer so bad, why don't you get TABBY to get you some more! HAHAHA! BRYAN AND TABBY, SITTIN' IN A TREE! F-U-C-K-I-N-G! HAHAHAHA! You'd get bark all over your ass, dude.

So yeah, anyway, I'm going to sign off now, "bros." Keep it "real" and keep doing what you're doing, while I keep doing what I'm doing: being hot shit and cooler than all of you. High five... NOT! Oh my God, dude, you totally thought I was going to high five you. Oh my God, dude.


Eddie Bishop is still a big jerk face.

Sunday, January 6, 2008

I Will Bring You The Truth And Ten Sided Dice




By Justin Graham, Level 37 Blademaster of the Plains of Azeroth



Prepare, my friends! Hark, thou who hast awaited long years for a magic missile of truth. With my +6 Typewriter of Journalistic Integrity, I, JGraham, will imbide my wisdom upon you, much as the nature goddess Elune imbibes her druid magics upon the Night Elves in my favorite MMORPG, "World of Warcraft." Truly, friends, a time of greater awareness is nigh!

Much as Tiberium is the mana of the "Command and Conquer" series of real-time strategy games, such is truth my own source of energy. And now, know that I am fully loaded and will cast a circle of protection to keep you safe from the lies that may assail you like so many of Tolkein's Warg-riding Goblins.

Some may say that Bryan Bishop's Adventure Island is less a mass of land and more a stretch of dry land plumbed from the depths by the force of his ego, much like the lost city of R'lyeh is plumbed from the darkness of the great abyss by Cthulhu. I tell you, nothing could be further from the truth. Rather, it is his own watch post from which he can gaze down on us, like Kami and Mr. Popo from the popular anime classic, Dragonball Z.

Here, he watches, and when the time comes, he descends upon us like Wonder Woman, to lasso both truth and integrity from those around us. His jet is not invisible, though he does fill out the bustier very well. Those who would say that Bryan Bishop is a bad person are the same people that prefer Data to Quark.

One day, Bryan will truly break through the veil of mistrust that surrounds him. That day will be richly rewarding, like the Knights of the Round limit break from Final Fantasy 7. On that day, I hope all of you feel as low as Brisco County Jr. did when John Bly shot his father in the premiere of the classic series, "The Adventures of Brisco County Jr." For indeed, you will be as useless as the Path of Sorrows card in Magic: The Gathering. And that's pretty worthless indeed.


Justin Graham fled to Bryan's Island after murdering someone for calling ".hack//SIGN" slow.

Saturday, January 5, 2008

Where Are My Tanks?





Joseph Stalin, Imperial Grand General of the Flamethrower Tank Brigade



Where are my tanks? They were just here. Have I stepped through the pages of history just to have my tanks pilfered? What is this? Is this some joke because I am a Russian? Ho ho ho, very funny, everybody. No, seriously, I need those tanks. They're full of gasoline. Do you have any idea how much that gasoline cost? When I was in Soviet Russia... what? No, when I was in Soviet Russia, gasoline did not buy me. That is foolishness! Utter foolishness, and I will have none of it. So, where are my tanks? Oh, you know? Oh, very funny. "Under your mustache." Ho ho ho, again with the funny jokes. WHERE ARE MY TANKS?


Joseph Stalin saw the pain of the world from Heaven and returned to help.

I Filled 'em Up With Skittles and Shoved 'em Off a Bridge!



By the Joker, Grand Imperial Strategist









HAHAHAHA! But only the PURPLE and GREEN skittles, you know! HAHAHAHAHA! WOO HOO HOO HOO! The clown prince of crime strikes again!


The Joker narrowly lost out on becoming the Minister of Sanity.

JOOOOOOOOOKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER!!!!




Joseph Stalin, Imperial Grand General of the Flamethrower Tank Brigade




*Shakes fist angrily*


In his spare time Stalin enjoys eating the newborn of the continental HTG.