Siggy Dudes RETURN

[chaosenjoyer]

Darn! IGGIS doesn't want to hurt anyone. He'll just have to find some alternative form of payment. Perhaps some legitimate coupons once he becomes the face of Wendy's?

That being said, he still does have a stale Hydrox cookie or two.

 

[Oegyein]

Darn! IGGIS doesn't want to hurt anyone. He'll just have to find some alternative form of payment. Perhaps some legitimate coupons once he becomes the face of Wendy's?

That being said, he still does have a stale Hydrox cookie or two.

JERMA swipes the Hydrox cookies and hides back in his hive, emerging again only once they have been devoured.

 

[chaosenjoyer]

JERMA swipes the Hydrox cookies and hides back in his hive, emerging again only once they have been devoured.

Does this mean we have a deal?

 

[Oegyein]

Does this mean we have a deal?

JERMA will not admit to anything, but OEGYEIN says this generally means yes to the deal

 

[Knightfall22]

Can my siggy dude (who I have decided to name STEVES) initiate combat with itself? I think the bird head is feeling mocked by the smug aura of the dragon head.

 

[chaosenjoyer]

JERMA will not admit to anything, but OEGYEIN says this generally means yes to the deal

IGGIS uses VERY CONVINCING FAKE-SLAP on JERMA

 

[Oegyein]

IGGIS uses VERY CONVINCING FAKE-SLAP on JERMA

JERMA dramatically falls to the ground! Dramatically writhing in "pain". He pulls IGGIS closer, making a series of squeaks that roughly translate to:

"Tell my wife and kids I love them!" before fainting.

 

[chaosenjoyer]

IGGIS finds CHUNGLES and lets him know that the danger has passed (at least temporarily). CHUNGLES emerges from his defensive ball and bounces around happily.

 

[chaosenjoyer]

I'll adopt #05A this time. I just need to think of a name...

 

[chaosenjoyer]

I'll adopt #05A this time. I just need to think of a name...

Alright, I've got it! His name is... Edgar. I now have Iggis, Chungles, and Edgar. One of these names is not like the others.

also, Iggis wants to know if the UNHINGED CORPORATE MASCOT has been sufficiently mollified yet.

 

[Jimothy]

REF wishes to derive COMMUNIST and ANARCHIST PRINCIPLES from the GIANT OMELETTE. He hopes to obtain the TOOLS necessary to defeat the UNHINGED CORPORATE MASCOT.

 

[Jimothy]

Time for Avidro to canonize the validity of communism in the Siggy Plains

 

[TheJLT]

Time for Avidro to canonize the validity of communism in the Siggy Plains

I like the idea that you can just teleport to communism.

 

[Oegyein]

 

[Rateus]

Liberty Prime my old friend!

 

[Avidro]

Can my siggy dude (who I have decided to name STEVES) initiate combat with itself? I think the bird head is feeling mocked by the smug aura of the dragon head.

Yes. Death is still a possibility, however. Choose carefully!

also, Iggis wants to know if the UNHINGED CORPORATE MASCOT has been sufficiently mollified yet.

Spoiler: Wendy's Says™

It may not be possible to mollify this insane creature! At least, not using sane methods...

REF wishes to derive COMMUNIST and ANARCHIST PRINCIPLES from the GIANT OMELETTE. He hopes to obtain the TOOLS necessary to defeat the UNHINGED CORPORATE MASCOT.

The GIANT OMELETTE, that nutritious beacon of SIGGY FIELDS, looms in the distance. REF, the hero who defeated the dread MOSS BOSS ROSS, the one-time namesake of this anomalous omelette, comes out of his long slumber at the sign of a new threat to SIGGY FIELDS.

REF hopes to uncover the dark arts of COMMUNISM and ANARCHY from the GIANT OMELETTE. Considering it once bore the name of MOSS BOSS ROSS, a dreaded authoritarian if ever there was one, perhaps an argument could be made for ANARCHY from his counterexample? But, argh, it's too difficult to decipher how such a system could even work...! If only you had a means to speak to the old MOSS BOSS himself...

As for COMMUNISM, it's unclear how to derive its principles from the GIANT OMELETTE at face value. Perhaps if you were bold enough to... experiment?

 

[Jimothy]

Yes. Death is still a possibility, however. Choose carefully!

Spoiler: Wendy's Says™

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It may not be possible to mollify this insane creature! At least, not using sane methods...

The GIANT OMELETTE, that nutritious beacon of SIGGY FIELDS, looms in the distance. REF, the hero who defeated the dread MOSS BOSS ROSS, the one-time namesake of this anomalous omelette, comes out of his long slumber at the sign of a new threat to SIGGY FIELDS.

REF hopes to uncover the dark arts of COMMUNISM and ANARCHY from the GIANT OMELETTE. Considering it once bore the name of MOSS BOSS ROSS, a dreaded authoritarian if ever there was one, perhaps an argument could be made for ANARCHY from his counterexample? But, argh, it's too difficult to decipher how such a system could even work...! If only you had a means to speak to the old MOSS BOSS himself...

As for COMMUNISM, it's unclear how to derive its principles from the GIANT OMELETTE at face value. Perhaps if you were bold enough to... experiment?

REF takes a closer look at the wide golden monolith that he conjured into being all those years ago. He lays a foot on the MOSS BOSS ROMELETTE, and marvels at the simplicity of the implied transaction: a meal desired; a meal granted. No fees or coupons, and no conglomeration of wealth to oversee its dispensation.

An omelette to satiate all, according to their needs.

"Wendy's has no place here," he mutters. He casts a furtive glance over his shoulder, hoping the MASCOT did not overhear.

Who does he see instead? (Please, before Avidro cuts REFs economic escapades short with the power of Wendy's)

 

[chaosenjoyer]

IGGIS responds to the UNHINGED CORPORATE MASCOT.

“I think breakfast is lunch???? Try eat, see if good time for bacon or sandwich. Time.”

 

[chaosenjoyer]

REF takes a closer look at the wide golden monolith that he conjured into being all those years ago. He lays a foot on the MOSS BOSS ROMELETTE, and marvels at the simplicity of the implied transaction: a meal desired; a meal granted. No fees or coupons, and no conglomeration of wealth to oversee its dispensation.

An omelette to satiate all, according to their needs.

"Wendy's has no place here," he mutters. He casts a furtive glance over his shoulder, hoping the MASCOT did not overhear.

Who does he see instead? (Please, before Avidro cuts REFs economic escapades short with the power of Wendy's)

EDGAR hovers there, rubbing his hands together in a sinister manner. He seems to like the idea of communism.