Where is that guy they know as Beau?

[Luke]

LOL, Whatever happened to Byron, did the Alien Task Force get him?

 

[Beauregard]

They came to take him home.

Don't you read the tabloids?

"Aliens abduct bigfoot."

 

[The Count]

Please... Those tabloids report nothing but lies. Byron's still here, he just comes at night when all you weirdos aren't online.
BTW: Bo... How'd you make that little campaign thingy?

 

[Beauregard]

(Which? The one in my signiture? Just linked to the thread.)

 

[The Count]

*The hour hand on the blackened clock moves one space down, in it's slow yet steady counterclockwise motion, moving away from the steel 12 on the cardinal northern point of its face.

Eleven eerie tolls of the bone-chilling clock can be heard as the space pointed out by the clock hand turns around ever so tenuously, revealing a similar steely number 11.
That's one less hour. Prepare yourselves.
*Low evil chuckle.

 

[Beauregard]

*The hour hand on the blackened clock moves one space down, in it's slow yet steady counterclockwise motion, moving away from the steel 12 on the cardinal northern point of its face.

Eleven eerie tolls of the bone-chilling clock can be heard as the space pointed out by the clock hand turns around ever so tenuously, revealing a similar steely number 11.
That's one less hour. Prepare yourselves.
*Low evil chuckle.

*blinks* Say what?

 

[The Count]

Believe me Bo. You'll know what this is about when it happens.

 

[Beauregard]

I have a chillingly bad feeling about this. . . Is something terrable about to occur?

 

[theprawncracker]

*chained to Beau* Methinks you best run. Except don't, because you'll pull all of us with you.

 

[Beauregard]

How did. . .How did those chains get all the way from the other thread to here? *shrugs* Oh well. *runs away, dragging Prawnie behind*