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    129 KB A very bad idea Anonymous 02/26/09(Thu)23:51 No.3830290  
    So, I had one of the best terrible ideas ever the other night.

    Run a straight-toned Savage Worlds campaign. Jokes are tongue-in-cheek and sardonic, when they occur, tension levels high. Campaign setting is an MiB-inspired game, but more focused on the supernatural than aliens. Players are agents of the MiB-like agency, patrolling the mean streets of (insert nondescript industrial city here).

    The catch? In this world, there's already another race. One that's been around for ages, that has grown up alongside humans and has always been an integral part of our history and our development...

    Pic related.
    >> Anonymous 02/26/09(Thu)23:55 No.3830318
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    >> Anonymous 02/26/09(Thu)23:56 No.3830325
    >A very awesome idea

    fix'd and probably stolen
    >> Anonymous 02/26/09(Thu)23:56 No.3830326
    >> Anonymous 02/26/09(Thu)23:57 No.3830333

    >> Anonymous 02/26/09(Thu)23:58 No.3830340
    >> Anonymous 02/26/09(Thu)23:58 No.3830344
    So, Greg the Bunny?
    >> GURPSfag 02/27/09(Fri)00:02 No.3830378


    Also make sure to describe the, erm, "creatures" with meticulous details. I doubt anyone will see this coming.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)00:03 No.3830380
    I straightened my tie and let out my breath. The little round John Lennon-style shades looked good on me, I had to admit. And the uniform was much more comfortable than my last job's... bermuda shorts rode up on me like a mother.

    "Ready to get rolling?" The slightly nasal voice beside me snapped me back to reality.

    "Sure thing, Green." I closed the door, glancing down at the veteran that had been assigned to me.

    "It's K."

    "I know, but-"

    "Look, you can use Mister Green as an alias for me if you need to come up with one, but you stick to the codenames, got it?" I swallowed hard. K seemed like a nice guy, but he could be a real hardass when it came to doing things by the book. And I never knew that I could feel like someone that barely came up to my waist was talking down to me before I met him.

    "Got it."
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)00:06 No.3830409
    Hey OP. Watch 'The Puppet Rapist'. Now.

    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)00:08 No.3830427
    "And stop slouching. You wanna look professional." He straightened his own tie, self-consciously. "Dignified."

    "Got it, chief." I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes. "So what's first on the agenda?"

    "Well, we've gotta find out what came through that portal last night, right?"


    "So we're getting you armed."

    "Sweet. I finally get a coolass alien raygun."

    "No, you get an earth-made phlogiston disruptor."


    "I won't lie... it's still cool." The door whooshed open, and I stared at the two figures in front of me. One of them looked like someone had stuck the uniform shades on a melon, and the other... well... he looked nervous...
    >> Bowlerhatman !!hZDPsoEDBxR 02/27/09(Fri)00:12 No.3830449
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    Bracing for Awesome.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)00:14 No.3830460
    "Big game tonight, eh? Well, I think I have the perfect thing..." He gestured to a long, shining carbine, all nozzles and tubules and a dozen glistening glassy capsules atop it, with a barrel that you could drop a silver dollar in.

    "Oh... HELL yeah." K didn't respond to my little outburst. He just grabbed it... examined it briefly.. and tucked it into his coat. I was surprised it fit - the damned thing looked like it was bigger than he was.

    "It'll do alright. And for the kid?"


    "Hey! Watch your language, buddy." I glared at the assistant, who shrunk away from me. "Say what you will about me, but leave my mother out of it!"

    "He meant it colloquially."

    "I don't give a rat's ass. Guy should watch his mou-"


    "Fine." The melon-dude was scratching his chin, thinking.

    "I think this is right up your partner's alley." He reached down to one of the workbenches... and pulled out something smaller than my cousin's cap-guns.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)00:17 No.3830488
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    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)00:18 No.3830495
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    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)00:19 No.3830498

    "It's a model MB-224-Zed Subsonic Ignition Phlogiston Deintegration Engine." I worked out the acronym quietly. They seemed to be big on acronyms here...

    "A S.I.P.D.E., then?"

    "We just call it the Noisy Cricket. Five shot magazine, just point..." He leveled it at the assistant, who squealed and dove under a desk. "And squeeze the trigger." I expected him to - the little gun was now aimed right at a dummy-looking thing, but he didn't.

    "Only five shots?"

    "Can't imagine a situation that would call for more than that. The safety knob is on the back, I'll just lock that for you..."

    "Fine, fine. Any other features?"

    "Why, yes!" He beamed as he pulled on the handle... and a keychain popped out.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)00:24 No.3830536
    Shit has potential.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)00:32 No.3830591
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    For the love of the Empra, BUMP THIS SHIT.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)00:36 No.3830625
    I actually had a noisy cricket keychain once. Or a cheap knockoff, I forget which.

    Muppets in Black fight chupacabra, trolls, mages, vampires, and shadow people? I'm stealing this.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)00:39 No.3830660
    Never got that pic as Dr. Gonzo is Duke's business associate.

    I don't care if Gonzo was Hunter's nickname, in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas it's reserved for that guy, I think he's Samoan
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)00:41 No.3830668
    New concept to toss into the campaign:

    The invasion is from a realm where magic flows like water, a realm that was once divided into two great kingdoms. A war, a marriage, and a mandate has united the land into one great empire. From through the rifts come a race of ancient reptillians. Quiet, cunning, and persistent, able to shrug off all but the worst of damage. Their warriors do more with a cudgel than most do with a gun, and with them have come a horde of haunts, spectres, inhuman spined beasts, and living artillery.

    And behind it all, the leader of the Kappa empire... Emperor-King Bauzer.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)00:43 No.3830690
    In a very real sense, Thompson WAS Gonzo, the embodiment of the whole journalistic movement.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)00:44 No.3830699
    Wait... Green? Oh god I only JUST got that!
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)00:46 No.3830707
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    And "K".
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)00:46 No.3830710
    Writefag coming back or not? This needs MOAR.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)00:53 No.3830757
    OP/Writefag here.

    45 minute drive home ahead of me. If any of you wanna add to what's here, I could use some plot seeds.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)00:59 No.3830796
    Animal escapes from containment and must be hunted down and recaptured. You must track him all over the place by his trail of destruction.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)01:00 No.3830806
    *PCs have to clear a certain OCD vampire's name after a series of particularly brutal slayings.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)01:02 No.3830821
    A mad journalist (see OP's image) has stumbled onto far more truth than needs to get out. Find a way to silence him... preferably without killing him. The chief likes his articles. Makes the Thursday briefings more pleasant.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)01:12 No.3830863
    DO IT.
    DO IT.

    Also, this:
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)01:30 No.3830962
    What's "One Last Night at the Opera"?
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)01:34 No.3830984
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    Welcome back, K. This is your new partner. There has been a policy change. The Company wants teams from now one to consist of one of us and one of them.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)01:34 No.3830985

    The final night you ever spend at the opera.
    The ultimate sacrifice for the human race.
    The offering of the last full measure of devotion.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)01:34 No.3830987
    A certain Garbage can has been erupting Eldridge Horrors as of late.
    You have to stop it.
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    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)01:39 No.3831021
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    Must include the following muppets:
    Guy Smiley:
    Don Music:

    And good god, can it get any better? Here's both of them together with Sherlock Hemlock:

    Anyway, Im seeing it like this:
    Guy Smiley is the evening news anchor, and Don Music could be some sort of Phantom of the Opera guy, due to the scars on his face from bashing his head on his piano. Perhaps some sort of tormented soul that never got to finish his life's masterpiece: "Bingo was his Name-o"
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)01:43 No.3831041
    Oscar The Grouch-Lich?
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)01:53 No.3831114
    Godlike. You could mine this setting for years.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)02:12 No.3831217
    Oh no, Oscar just liked to read!
    But this time... he read the wrong book.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)02:13 No.3831225
    One word: Snufflelupagus
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)02:15 No.3831244

    Now how does Snuffy work? He was an imaginary friend to Big Bird, right?
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)02:17 No.3831259
    That was the original idea, yeah. They later changed it so the kids could see him...

    Perhaps there's been a rash of earless, tuskless mastodon sightings.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)02:18 No.3831267
    Kinda, but other people could also see him, somehow.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)02:20 No.3831275
    Could definitely work.

    And of course the Martians would be the eventual single source of alien influence.

    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)02:20 No.3831281
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    Epic-level abomination to protect Mupkind.


    Why would we have Guy as a New Anchor, when we actually have The Muppet Newscaster right here (pic related)?
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)02:22 No.3831292
    Hah, I forgot about that guy. Well, how about co-host?
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)02:22 No.3831295

    Ya know, there IS two alien planets worth mentioning in this Savage World campaign idea:

    Koozbane and Snoo
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)02:22 No.3831297
    and they HATE each other!
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)02:23 No.3831298

    Cohosting is fine
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)02:31 No.3831351
    Better yet, Anchor guy hates Smiley, but Smiley is totally oblivious
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)02:34 No.3831366

    Very clever. Guy Smiley seems to be the kind of person to be too positivley energetic to realize when someone serious hates him.

    So, this comaping has humans AND muppets (just making sure)?
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)02:40 No.3831399

    >>So, this comaping has humans AND muppets (just making sure)?

    Muppets? Do I go around calling your kind meatbags? The Company doesn't put up with racist slurs from its operatives.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)02:43 No.3831411

    My apologies, sir. It won't happen again. So... what should I call your kind.... scientifically (me= human/homo sapien... you =...)?
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)02:44 No.3831419
    And the koozbanians can rapidly evolve to look like existing people which you could use for some interesting doppelganger type scenarios.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)02:46 No.3831426
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)02:47 No.3831431

    Some koozbanians can. Others (like Spoobles) are only able to maintain a liquid form. Others prefer to keep their appearances to show agression and fear (the particular ones who bellow "Hugga Wugga!" are the more common).

    But in terms of supernatural, rather than alien... I suggest we investigate the sudden dissapearance of The Furry Arms Hotel building.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)02:48 No.3831436

    Ok, so I can assume that humans and feltoids are the two major races in this campaign, correct?
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)02:52 No.3831449
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    I love you /tg/.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)02:55 No.3831462
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    Bitch, who are you calling felt?
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)02:57 No.3831478

    So I guess there are Feltoids and Foamoids (sometimes prefering to be called Latoids "because it sounds cooler!" says a one Josh Redgrove and a one Parker Dinkleman).
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)02:59 No.3831488
    Jesus christ, this is becoming disturbing and amazing at the same time.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)03:01 No.3831503

    I hope that's a good thing.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)03:03 No.3831513
    Look at this abomination. This is why inter species relations are frowned upon.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)03:05 No.3831523


    Latoids DEFINETLY don't like to hear that sort of biased talk.
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    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)03:13 No.3831559
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    Hi ho, Kermit the Frog here, on location in the caves outside (insert nondescript industrial city here).
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)03:14 No.3831569
    Oh god I can hear his voice.
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    >>My apologies, sir. It won't happen again. So... what should I call your kind.... scientifically (me= human/homo sapien... you =...)?

    Well my mom was Irish and my dad was German, so mick or kraut is fine. Look, I can tell you've never worked with felts before, but just focus on the job.

    We've got word that thieves are planning a heist of the fabulous Baseball Diamond, an item with unique occult properties. It would be one great caper if they pulled it off, but the Company wants us to stop them. Permanently.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)03:16 No.3831577

    On location as the ATF have surrounded the underground compound in a tense stand off with the militant sepratist group calling themselves "Fraggles for Freedom?"
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    >Baseball Diamond

    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)03:23 No.3831597
    You know... growing up, my best friend was a felt.
    I watched him get beaten and killed by a gang of Felt-haters. That's why I decided to become a cop.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)03:44 No.3831727
    This thread is god damn awesome.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)04:00 No.3831866
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    I say Watson, these subterranean tunnels MUST be the home of the creatures that cause the collapse of Witherberry Manor last evening!

    Now, the collapse of the house left Lord Witherberry quite bedraggled, so the name of creatures that are responsible MUST rhyme with bedraggle!

    But WHAT could rhyme with bedraggle...
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)05:28 No.3832330
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    "I must be brave...
    Come gone one day...
    Can I be saved?
    Is there a way?
    At the opera tonight..."

    (Mag and Nathan)
    "I've made my peace..."
    "No chance for peace..."
    "I hold no grudge..."
    "I'll end this grudge..."
    "I'm gonna sing..."
    "I'll stain the streets they'll run with blood..."
    "My Final Song!"
    (both) "At the opera tonight!"

    (Amber and Grave Robber)
    "One more hit!
    Before the show!
    Make it fast!"
    "Take it slow."
    "One more hit
    Of the glow!"
    "Go get cut-"
    (both) "For tonight's show!"

    (Rotti, Pavi and Luigi)
    "Tonight I set the stage!"
    "Tonight we set the stage!"
    "My greatest play!"
    "My greatest face!"
    "My greatest rage!"
    "Pavi gets laid!"
    "All debts are paid!"
    (all)"At the opera tonight!"

    "Reeeeeeeeeepo man...
    Reeeeeeeeeepo man..."
    "At the opera tonight..."
    "Reeeeeeeeeepo man...
    Reeeeeeeeeepo man..."
    "Repo man come take my eyes..."
    "At the opera tonight!"
    "Reeeeeeeeeepo man...
    Reeeeeeeeeepo man..."
    "At the opera tonight!"
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)06:44 No.3832582
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    The wild-eyed maniac stood in the middle of the room, shuddering and quaking with barely contained excitement. His sallow skin was streaked with dirt and sweat, and his lank and greasy hair flicked this way and that as he vibrated on the spot. But what drew the eye of the agents was the oversized detonater in his hand.

    "Oh god damn it, Harry's busted out again. Lew, do you think you can hit him from here?"

    "I can tryee... it is my porpoise in life, after all."

    Lew breathed deeply, drew his weapon carefully, and then threw himself out of cover bellowing a warcry.

    "I THROW DE FISH...."

    The silver dart flashed in the air towards it's target. With a sickening crunch, it hit the feltoid right in the centre of its forehead, before bouncing back and returning along its flightpath.

    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)07:23 No.3832694
    This is fucking awesome. So, what system?
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)07:31 No.3832724
    Fuck, right, in the OP. Fucking retard am I. Must have passed it over. Defiantly time for sleepy, then.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)09:23 No.3833192
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    "Just wasn't ready, you know?" I pushed my tray down the counter, picking up a few items at random, whatever seemed vaguely interesting.

    "Kid, we have vets that have been in the company for years who couldn't be ready for what you just saw."

    "I know, I..." I finally looked down at my plate as we returned to the table, and stirred the... whatever it may have been, trying to piece together what was in it. "K, this... this is disgusting."

    "Looks like it."

    "So why did you bring me here?"

    "It tastes a lot better than it looks. Plus, the chef's an old friend."


    "Well... I worked with him, anyway."

    "Got it." I took a spoonful of the fishy, clotty stew, and choked it down. Okay, so it wasn't that bad, but it was bad. My head was hammering, and I tried to relieve the tension by rubbing my temples. As usual, it only made it a little worse. "I don't think I'll ever get that chant out of my head."

    "Mm. A lot catchier than most cultists, huh?" The corners of his mouth stretched out in that inimitable way, and he shrugged. "Well... if you need an ear, you've got mine."

    "What would I do with an ear?" I let a smile creep across my face. Better to keep things light, otherwise I was sure I'd snap.

    "Van Gogh impersonations. Eat your stew." I tried, but every bite, I could still hear them.

    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)09:29 No.3833210


    I keep seeing it written all over walls in blood. Over and over and over and over...

    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)09:42 No.3833251
    Holy shit, long lasting thread.

    Probably because it's so awesome.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)09:49 No.3833270
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)09:49 No.3833273
    Gonzo is a barely-coherent, but widely read journalist. Animal is his "personal valet" - read that as "person who fucks shit up when Gonzo needs protecting."
    Kermit (Agent K) is an old hand in the MiB, under their mysterious chief, Jim - the only guy in the company who's kept a full name.
    Ms. Piggy is a rogue agent, keeping up a cat-and-mouse relationship with K that she describes as "adventurous". He describes it as "stalking".
    Rowlf is a busker in the city, playing keyboard in the theater district for whatever folks will give him. He's phenomenally talented, and could easily have a legit career... but after an incident a few years ago, he claims that he could never leave the streets. Sees a lot; he's an excellent informant.
    Bunsen Honeydew is a "Civilian consultant" working for the Company, by virtue of the fact that he's one of the few people who can manage to make etheric weaponry without blowing everything up in the process. He merely blows MOST things up. Beaker is his current assistant, by virtue of the fact that the various explosions haven't killed him yet.
    Fozzie (Agent F) is a desk agent. After an encounter with Great Cthulhu a few years ago, Fozzie's sanity suffered a severe blow. By leaning on an absurdist sense of humor, he managed to prop up his mind enough to function, and now he's almost normal... just a little shaky... and still prone to using dumb puns at every turn. But it helps him to cope, so...
    I have no idea how to incorporate Dr. Teeth and the Electric Mayhem, but it's gotta happen.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)09:54 No.3833295
    You are now reading every post on this thread in Elmo's voice.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)09:55 No.3833299
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)10:33 No.3833500
    Epic thread is epic.

    How would you represent a mu...
    Feltoid in Savage Worlds?
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)11:06 No.3833713
    Y'know my granddad served with a felt in WW2. His unit got torn up something fierce in Normandy, and the felt kid was part of the reserves... saved all `o their lives by eating a German grenade. Whole. Blew him clean in half, but he absorbed the shock.
    His last words were "I only wish... I had some mustard."
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)11:20 No.3833799
    >In this world, there's already another race. One that's been around for ages, that has grown up alongside humans and has always been an integral part of our history and our development...

    >Pic related.

    So you are running an realistic game then? I don't see what the catch is here...

    joking aside, for anyone who doesn't know, the Muppets are famous from always talking to guests and such in character, even when the cameras aren't rolling.

    And, especially here in the UK, there are many famous puppet actors and presenters and such. Basil brush is on interview shows and the weakest link, and Zippy and George from Rainbow did a puppet retrospective thing, where as hosts they basically showed themselves as out-of work actors, slipped in some adult jokes and made comments/interviewed other puppets about their careers. I think they had Gordon the Gopher and Philip Schofield on to talk about how Gordon fell into alcohol and drug problems after giving up kids TV.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)11:21 No.3833802
    According to rumor Statler and Waldorf are retired Company men. The truth is somewhat more murky. This isn't the kind of job you retire from. They do however know a great deal about the inner workings of the Company and mythos phenomenon. One thing for sure is that they are not to be trusted. Some suspect they are playing both sides against the other for some unknown purpose. For whatever reason they like to drop hints and clues to new agents. Just enough to get you interested but never the whole picture. Enigmatic, these two old felts spend their days and nights in an old victorian house smoking cigars and drinking fine brandy.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)11:22 No.3833807
    Statler and Waldorf are the Illuminati.

    The whole thing!
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    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)11:33 No.3833874
    What about Rizzo and Pepe?
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)11:36 No.3833890
    >MEGAMILK face

    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)11:36 No.3833892

    I had to look it up but I'd say he was exactly the same. A streetwise rat from New Jersey.
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    Ok, guys, seriously. This is getting out of hand.

    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)12:08 No.3834094
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    Oh, and: Jim Henson was most famous for the Sesame Street muppets, but those are not the only ones he did.

    Pic related.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)12:09 No.3834100
    Jim Henson's workshop did pretty much ALL good puppetry. Ever.
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    He also had the power of voodoo.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)12:16 No.3834143
    The mad accountant. He must count Everything.

    They say that man was interrupted and began counting the bones of the interloper...
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)12:18 No.3834162
    You really can't mess around with Rizzo, he's perfect as-is.

    Sesame Street has to be an old felt ethnic neighborhood.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)12:20 No.3834174
    >old ethnic neighborhood

    On the one hand, that makes it depressing as all hell as that implies that they're all poor as shit and the governing body doesn't truly give a shit about them, but on the other hand, that means we can have the books "Men" and "Women of Sesame Place".
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)12:23 No.3834194
    This... is one of the most awesome concepts I have heard of all year.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)12:32 No.3834239
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    Ok, how about this guy? What's his story?

    (Perhaps an old obese guy who, after having heart surgery, decided to go on a diet?)
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)12:33 No.3834249
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    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)12:36 No.3834273
    "Cookie" was an army chef in Kuwait. He managed to stay out of trouble; he was only shot at once, and that was by a machinegunner in his unit that snapped. When he got out of the service, he took his pay and opened a small bakery back home. He's legendary for his chocolate chip cookies, and makes a good living off of his little business... despite the fact that he can't stop sampling the wares.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)12:39 No.3834289
    >Dr. Teeth and the Electric Mayhem

    A once insanely popular band long past their prime and secret leaders of a Cult of Azathoth comprised of their most dedicated fans
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)12:42 No.3834313
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    This guy needs a cameo somewhere.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)12:44 No.3834326

    *Child smuggling ring that sells humans to rogue feltoids. The ringleader is a rogue human MIB masquerading as king of the goblins*


    A baby is murdered by his sister. To cover up her crime, the sister blames members of the Goblin minority community, says they stole him in a child abduction/peadophillia case. The MIBs must somehow expose the sister before an angry mob burns down the labyrinth ghetto in a reprisal attack. Jareth is a community leader who has a... complicated... past with the girl's mother, Sarah. To make matters worse, Sarah is now an authority figure in the area and/or an MIB
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)12:45 No.3834330
    What about Sesame Park in Canada?

    We've...we've got a polar bear.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)12:46 No.3834334
    Ex Company man and most vocal advocate for Felt equality. Hes famous in his company career for settling all his cases without having ever fired a weapon or raised a hand in anger.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)12:49 No.3834358
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)12:49 No.3834359
    You remind me of the babe.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)12:50 No.3834362
    >Dr. Teeth and the Electric Mayhem

    The front organisation for the largest drugs smuggling cartel on the planet?
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)12:50 No.3834363
    Agreed. Mister R was completely unflappable, a legend in the company. They still talk about the day that he successfully negotiated a truce between the warring lycanthropes and nosferatu in London.

    A war that had been raging for 130 years.

    He finished negotiations in twenty-eight minutes.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)12:51 No.3834367

    What babe?
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)12:55 No.3834393
    The babe with the power.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)13:01 No.3834417
    But if he was that good... why isn't he still with the Company?
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)13:05 No.3834432
    Everybody dies someday.
    >> MonkeyToho 02/27/09(Fri)13:09 No.3834454
    rolled 24 = 24


    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)13:09 No.3834457
    i c wut u did that
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)13:12 No.3834472

    What power?
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)13:14 No.3834490

    Obviously he didn't like the direction the Company was taking.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)13:17 No.3834500
    No, Thats not how R worked. Trying to make the Company hold to some real values is why he stayed on as long as he did.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)13:18 No.3834505

    But there's only so much you can do before you realize that there can't be anything more to be done in your current position.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)13:19 No.3834509
    And it's why the Company hasn't degenerated into a shadow government.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)13:28 No.3834556
    Mr. R...he's just something else. It's like, when he comes into a room and looks at everyone, they calm down. They just calm down and sit and talk, and you breath a sigh of relief because you know everything is going to be alright.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)13:29 No.3834559
    Man, this thread's a kick in the childhood. A GOOD sort of kick. God, I miss Muppet Show reruns. That is all, unfortunately.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)13:42 No.3834636
    Ah ha! I knew I had this somewhere - found it on the web ages ago, it's perfect for this. I salute you, unknown author!

    Another damn day on Sesame Street. I could smell Oscar a half a block away from my basement apartment, and The Bird was out wanderin around talking to himself as usual. Not only was I hung over, but my sunglasses were mising, and the early morning sun was killing me. I had a feeling Little Elmo, the street's resident crackhead, might know a thing or two but that would have to wait. I'd gotten about four hours of sleep in the last forty-eght, Ernie wasn't speaking to me, and I had a murder case on my hands. Ol Doc Bunsen got spread out all over his lab, and all we had to go on was the message written on the wall of the crime scene. In the good doctor's blood, of course. It didn't even make any sense!

    "Meeee! Meeeee! Meeeeeee!"
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)14:25 No.3834893
    Well, in terms of places, we DO indeed have Sesame Place (town/park/whatevs), the M.I.B. Organizational building (fronting as an old warehouse [or theater]), plus for the more bizzare, I would also promote Scaunchboro (where the show 'Mr. Meaty' takes place). I mean HEY, aliens, vampires, ninjas, demons, yetis, robot chefs, and a thawed out man who should've been dead during the Industrial Revolution (can we say unfrozen Lich Lord?), who's the head of a food franchise while using unethical tactics and conduct.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)14:25 No.3834896
    Bump for greatness.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)14:43 No.3834981
    Elmo knows where you live!
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)14:44 No.3834995
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    keep up the good work /tg/!
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)14:50 No.3835038
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)14:59 No.3835096
    Why isn't this on the first page?
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)15:00 No.3835104

    the writefag has taken a break?
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)15:02 No.3835112
    Doesn't mean we all can't help!
    Think of something...
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)15:08 No.3835133

    I HAVE!!

    Read >>3834893

    And you'll SEE I've been contributing!
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)15:17 No.3835163
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    ...Do you feel lucky... PUNK? COOKIE FEELS LUCKY!
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)15:19 No.3835177
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    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)15:20 No.3835178
    K looked up from the empty rocks glass in front of him, stared into the dregs of his 15-year old Scotch. His eyes were suddenly dim, hollower than I'd ever seen them.
    Hell, I've seen cheerier suicides.

    "I wish Jim were still here, Kid, he'd show you th' ropes better than I ever could", said K. "God knows, he showed me".

    "What happened?" I asked softly, half-hoping he wouldn't speak again, lapse into one of those melodramatic pauses of his and brush it off like he always did.

    "Cultists, Kid. That's what brought me back today - thanks for covering my ass, by the way - the cultists always remind me of Jim" K took a deep pull straight off the bottle, and coughed a little.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)15:20 No.3835180

    s'ok. We all have are bad moments.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)15:27 No.3835217
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    >I mean HEY, aliens, vampires, ninjas, demons, yetis, robot chefs
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)15:27 No.3835224
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    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)15:30 No.3835242
    "Now, we've got F and M running the show. Good heads for business, those two, but they listen to the Feds like Jim never had to. These days, I have a Congressional subcommittee looking my way every time I sneeze.", he rambled on. "Take G, they got him back in the day. He used to moonlight. Pretended to be a superhero, used to work for kids - didn't matter if they were Felts or Meats - with Agency equipment."

    "I'd heard stories about a Felt out on the Jersey shore, a long time ago, but the news reporters always wrote it off as an urban legend.. you telling me the Kettletop was real, AND he was a Company man?", I asked K, trying to hide the excitement in my voice.

    I'd never seen the K-top before, but I'd heard stories. Some goodfellas had tried to rough up my dad at his corner store for protection money, back when gas was a Kennedy a gallon. One of the bastards had clipped me upside the head with a big furry brown meathook before they left. I went home nursing a black eye, and stopped halfway there to have a good cry before I got home.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)15:32 No.3835250
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    Video totally sucks but is fucking related, especially the end.

    Its from the Angel Episode "Smile Time"
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)15:37 No.3835284
    A wizened little blue Felt came and sat down beside me. "What's the matter, shorty?", he asked, in a warm voice.

    I let the whole story spill out, about Harry the Monster and his gang, about the corner store, the money.. He'd just smiled, handed me a kerchief to wipe the tears away. He waved as I left, I remembered that - tired, looking old before his time, but always smiling.

    Harry had never come back to my block after that...
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)15:38 No.3835294
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    ... of course, one of our operatives did catch up with cookie eventually. Smart girl, if a tad too enthusiastic about her work.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)15:49 No.3835380
    Always the ones you never expect, ain't it?
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)15:51 No.3835389
    "Yeah" grated K, jolting me from my reverie, "G was real. Damn fine man, I did a few ops with him. A bit of a hair trigger on him, but as long as Jim was here they didn't dare touch him." He sighed, brokenly. "They kicked him out of the Company for stopping a robbery in South Jersey - he was packing some kinda Hypertech concealed, getting groceries, and some jackass tries to hold a kid hostage in the store. G wasted him in plain sight, just wouldn't stop hitting the guy. Kid was okay, but the cleanup on that one..." K shuddered. "Last I heard, he was in a ward out Hamptons way." He lifted the bottle for another pull, looked down its throat at the amber sanity inside, and shook his head. "If I'm gonna kill myself, gonna do it like a civilized Felt, damnit".
    He turned towards the front and yelled "Can I have another glass down here, Swede?" before turning back to me.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)16:00 No.3835422
    "Hey, Oscah! Emmo find yellow mask! What happen when Emmo put it on?"
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)16:02 No.3835442

    I'd let her shaft her pole down my throat, if you know what I mean.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)16:17 No.3835536
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)16:18 No.3835540
    No, I don't follow
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)16:32 No.3835629

    Tickle-Me Hastur.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)16:32 No.3835633

    Tickle me what?
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)16:33 No.3835635
    What kinds of diseases do Felts get?
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)16:34 No.3835642

    I ain't falling for that one, Sonny Jim. 'Tis worse talking about that... wax lighting fella.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)16:38 No.3835663

    Cystic Fiberosis.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)16:38 No.3835666
    Good question...

    I mean, what ARE Felts in this world? Are they literally sentient self-mobile puppets, or do they just LOOK, well, "puppety"?
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)16:41 No.3835687
    >Are they literally sentient self-mobile puppets, or do they just LOOK, well, "puppety"?

    Yes. To both.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)16:42 No.3835698

    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)16:43 No.3835702

    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)16:44 No.3835710

    The Common Fold

    The Stitches

    Foam Infections
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)16:46 No.3835721
    Best. Thread. Ever.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)16:46 No.3835722
    That doesn't make any sense... either they're one or the other - either a living creature, or just a doll. And if the latter, how do they do the stuff they do?
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)16:54 No.3835768

    *Dr. Bunson Honeydew and Digit from the Jim Henson Hour BOTH pop up*

    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)17:00 No.3835789
    Science has explanations - where's yours?
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)17:02 No.3835801

    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)17:08 No.3835842
    In the famous words of the resident extraterrestrials:

    >Yip yip yip yipyip yip yipyip yip yip. Yip yip yip yipyip yip yip yip yip.

    Couldn't have said it better myself.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)17:09 No.3835848
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    Science has explanations.
    SCIENCE! has no explanation. You'd do wise to remember that.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)17:10 No.3835857


    A Newsletter for All Concerned Citizens

    Don't believe what the tv and the schoolbooks tell you. We created them. The Feltoids, the Fabricans, even the disappearing Woodities. From the dawn of time, they served us as playthings, entertainment for our children, occasionally, even as familiars.

    Want proof? Take a sock, preferably one hand-made, but any will do, and sew on some eyes. Then some hair, maybe some other accessories, to make a perfectly normal sock-puppet.

    It's important that you do it, and not use a pre-fab puppet, it won't work unless heart and soul is poured into the creation.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)17:11 No.3835861

    Once your puppet is ready, say the pray - you know the one, they close every broadcast with it - and leave it exposed to the sky overnight. It doesn't matter where specifically, but light from the blue star (again, you know which one) has to hit it. And there you have it, an instant Muppet. They don't last too long if they're just socks, or, if you're feeling particularly nasty, paper-bags. The higher the quality, the longer they live. Of course, once they reproduce, they have a normal natural lifespan, but that can be readily solved by pre-neutering them. Just don't let them escape, or they'll make the problem worse.

    It all started in the mid-70s, as the Feltoids started being created. At first, they were just on children's shows, as is natural. Then, they began to appear elsewhere. News anchors, police shows, the works. And then they demanded equal rights. They changed the history books, trying to obscure the fact that they were the inferior species, if such a term could be applied to things made of cloth and felt and wood. And they succeeded. They fooled our children, and their children, who thought it was only natural to have these things as real policemen, executives, even government agents, taking away jobs from the better qualified humans, and slowly taking over society from within.

    It's time to put an end to this, to the reign of the children's toy. It's time to rise up, and hand them their own stuffing, to put them back in their place, where they belong.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)17:12 No.3835866
    Etheric science rules the day; don't ask for details.

    That said, they are living entities with foam/felt like flesh.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)17:15 No.3835891
    ...LIES. Lies left over from the pre-felt rights of the 1960's!
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)17:18 No.3835924

    Tis true. All Human propaganda.

    *Statement payed for by the 'People for Ziltoid' foundation*
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)17:21 No.3835939
    Loonie... They've existed in some form since the dawn of time!

    They should put you racist idiots behind bars.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)17:24 No.3835955
    You 'people' make me sick. You were made to be our servants, but you keep trying to claim equality. When the reconning comes, you will be among the first to be unstuffed.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)17:26 No.3835970
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    You.. you... DOUBLE MEATBAG.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)17:28 No.3835980
    LEARN TO READ! I'm a HUMAN just like you
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)17:32 No.3836006
    No you're not. You might think you are, but you've already given in to them. A real human wouldn't buy into the Muppet (yeah, I said the M-word) propaganda. You're just a puppet. A puppet of puppets.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)17:32 No.3836007

    Expect the Company at your doorstep... reeeeaaal soon.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)17:36 No.3836033
    The lights were out inside the dingy old brownstone apartment. K had his weapon drawn, the de-atomizer looking comically large in his hands. But there was nothing funny about what we saw inside.

    Photographs were tacked to the walls, the kind of slightly fuzzy enlargements telltale of a picture taken from a distance and without the subject realizing it. They were all felts, mostly girls. Or what I thought were girls. With most of the pictures was a plastic bag with something inside it. There was all kinds of thread and cloth stacked nearly to the ceiling, several sewing machines scattered around the room like a workshop. Books written in alphabets I didn't understand were laid open. Even I knew better than to look at them too closely now.

    "Oh Jesus!" I squawked like a panicked rookie when I got too close to one of the bags. Strips of cloth were inside, some still with fibers of cotton and foam stuck to their undersides. The strips were the same color as the skin of the girls in the photos. K could have reprimanded me right there, but he didn't.

    "Look," he whispered, gesturing with the barrel of his weapon. "Over there."

    Seated in a wooden chair with his arms tied behind his back was a man, nearly bald with wisps of curly white hair. His bowtie was crooked and it looked like someone had used his own suspenders to tie him to the chair. K tilted the man's head up, a pair of black framed glasses clattering to the floor. My partner pried open one of the man's eyelids and I felt my lunch wanting to escape.

    White ping-pong balls with black X's in the center. Someone had scooped out his eyes and replaced them with... a felt's.

    "Something got to him before we could. Call the Company," K said with an eerie calm to his voice, letting the dead man's head loll forward. "Tell them Mr. Hooper's dead."
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)17:38 No.3836051
    Shit just got real...
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)17:39 No.3836053


    That last sentence got me. Good job, write-guy.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)17:53 No.3836136
    "Felt City Tales". From the makers of "Tales of Arcadia".
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)17:57 No.3836157
    oh, man Silence of the lambs but with muppets. You'd never even know. Its a cold day and as you make your way the the door to you apartment a kind faced man holds the front door for you. You thank him and shake his gloved hand as you pass. Its purple which is an odd color for a man to wear but they feel so soft and warm and strangely familiar.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)17:57 No.3836158
    bumpin dis shit
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)17:59 No.3836162
    When I was a kid, the Aliens scared me shitless. Something about their mouths, how they moved-other than that, I have no idea why.

    That said, what are we calling this setting? Feltpunk?
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)18:02 No.3836179
    it's not really a "-punk" suitable setting, as its just our world... with Muppets.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)18:03 No.3836185
    I've been browsing on and off in my free time here today and only just now paid attention to OP.
    Why did I just feel a jolt go through my body?
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)18:03 No.3836189
    We have a winrar.

    FELTPUNK: The Mean (Sesame) Streets
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)18:08 No.3836216
    I daresay after >>3836033, it can count as -punk. After all, there are SoTL-esque cultists, maybe even other ones who are capable of grafting Felt limbs to humans, or vice versa-while one would like to believe most Felts are generally good, there's going to be a few "Judge Dooms" among them who just plain hate humanity.

    It's got a lot of elements of the supernatural to it, but it's also got enough humor to lighten it just a touch...most of the fluff I've seen seems to suggest a -punk of some sort.

    That said, where is this being played? If IRC, then I'm fucking there.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)18:09 No.3836224
    OP here.


    Almost 24 hours, and this is still up. Okay, Feltpunk is going on my blog page when I set it up, along with Alternate Univarse. Link coming later.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)18:21 No.3836273

    /So, why are you here, sir?/

    We didn't know why. How-well, the HOW was simple. Large, heavy knife, maybe a pair of large shears-cloth shears. And-Oh god. He never hurt anyone.

    /Continue, please?/

    We caught up with her, of course. It wasn't that hard...'specially not with her wearing...and carrying...I don't want to remember. This is hard enough, Doc, do I have to?

    /I'm afraid so. I'm sorry, but we have to know./

    Y-yeah. A-alright. Okay. So...we found her. Just...standing there. In plain sight, in this mall. As if it were perfectly natural. As if-as if-oh god. He didn't deserve it. He was the most wonderful person-cried like a baby when he found he had to give up cookies, but he did it-took to fruit, stopped baking-the whole neighborhood mourned when he stopped baking. But he always. Always had the best fruit. Strange stuff, fascinating fruits from other countries-lao guai, dragonfruit, hell, he got durians once, packed in ice to keep the smell down! Why would anyone do that to him?

    /Can you continue??

    N-no. I'm...sorry. I...

    A sigh.

    /It's quite all right, son. Sometimes bad things happen, and there's nothing we can do./
    /Go get some rest. You've been very helpful./

    [Dammit, I wish HTML tags worked.]
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)18:36 No.3836352

    You could always give us the link...
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)18:39 No.3836372
    That's all there is. Just writefagged it up quick-one of the residents of Cookie Monster's neighborhood after his unfortunate murder, reporting to a police psychologist.

    Hope I got the feeling of "why did this happen?" across well enough.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)18:46 No.3836410
    The Mupp propagandists keep calling Sesame Street a "Ghetto" - but there's some felts that belong where they're safe, I mean, look at that little tweak Elmo... he can't get or hold a constructive job elsewhere. He's got the mind of a 2-year-old, and he's not the only one...
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)18:53 No.3836452
    `Course, Grover's got an excuse. Bad MMR vaccine crossed his blood/brain barrier, he's got all the symptoms of autism and an elevated HHV6 count. The Valtrex has been doing a good job of counteracting the virus, most days he's a little bit flighty, but pretty coherent. Still has delusions about being a superhero on his off days, but Bob and the others are pretty good about herding him back up, making sure he doesn't hurt himself.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)18:54 No.3836462
    So where DO Muppets come from? Are they born? Sewn together? What makes them "alive", as compared to, say, the sock-with-button-eyes any six-year-old could slap together in art class?
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)18:57 No.3836475
    >>3836462, see >>3835857 and >>3835861.

    First ones were made, the ones after that bred.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)19:02 No.3836505
    see also

    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)19:02 No.3836506

    Socks-with-button-eyes are alive. That's why children are taught about "safe stiching" at an early age. Although some activists don't take kindly to that at all
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)19:22 No.3836642
    Safe socks.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)19:25 No.3836661
    But, other posts in this thread denounce that as "racist propaganda"...

    So what's the REAL, unbiased story?
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)19:32 No.3836705
    Does that mean that Mankind's Socko puppet is also alive?
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)19:33 No.3836710
    Ask the OP. He's the one who made it.

    Bumping an awesome thread.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)19:38 No.3836746
    OP here.

    My site is now here:

    Expect much Feltpunk over the next few weeks.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)20:03 No.3836909
    "Muppets can burn. They can get scratches. Cuts. Not bruises though. Unless you hit them really hard, and then it'll leave a dent.

    But here's something new for you, officer...

    Muppets can bleed."
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)20:11 No.3836961
    You sick FUCK.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)20:34 No.3837128
    >>3835857 , >>3835861 here.
    Racist propaganda aside, I was thinking of a sort of Pinocchio/Blue Fairy thing. Anyone can make puppets come to life, the same way that Gepetto did, but how long they last depends on the care put into the creation of one - the sewn together sock puppet might last a day or two, while a true Feltoid or a Ventriliquist's Doll might live as long as a normal human, and view their creator as their Father or Mother. Which of course means that when J died, it was almost the saddest day in history.
    >> Anonymous 02/27/09(Fri)20:42 No.3837175
    Proposing that 'mupps' be a derogatory racist term to refer to feltoids.

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