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The next poster returns from the pole. They are exhausted, mainly because they thought the expedition would involve a lot of dancing while not wearing much.

But the next poster has found something on their travels to the most inhospitable parts of the earth. Harder to get to than the back of an awkward kitchen cupboard. More hostile than dinner with the in laws. The next poster has returned with an artefact. But what is it? Is it a message from a prehuman civilisation? Is it a dangerous organism? Glassy-eyed, the next poster begins to type...

Only souvenir I have is dry skin

Next poster will summon the Spectre to type a most

I'm too busy to wait for the Spectre. I'll get this bearded guy with the nightshirt and sandals to tell him to go home. I'll call Spectre at home later for the post.

"Could you tell the Spectre that his job's finished and to go home. Thanks random bearded man."

But little did thothkins realise that the easily fooled Spectre simply assumed god was telling him that his job was done on earth and returned to heaven in a huge puff of fanatical righteous self importance.

Whaddamaroon.

The next poster was worried that the incoming Fog would prevent them posting. Not to worry. The undead Pirate Captain from the Fog can type with his hook hand! Dictate away Ahaaaar!

Nope

Next post will be borne from some nagging over a difference in opinion on an unrelated thread

I'm leaving this post to a trained journalist...

Clark still felt the pain in his knuckles as he typed the Legion World post. It had been three days since the fight. Days spend soaking up the sun to accelerate the healing of his wounds.

But the great Metropolis needed him once more, and he could delay his return no longer. He began to type, knowing that the post would act as a time capsule for the colleagues of his fallen opponent. It would be a message for the future. That sometimes wisdom overcomes raw power.


The ravenous spirits swept from their cavernous slumber. Leaping and racing through the mountains they revelled in their freedom. Spreading their minds, they touched the lives of every living thing. Until they found their host. Yes. This would do. This would be their conduit to our world. The next poster looks down at their unfamiliar limbs and moves towards the keyboard...

I don't feel possessed.

Next poster will mentally command his/her gadget to type

How long is this likely to take. I'm just getting a headac...hey...it's working...that was months well spent...

What do you mean "voice recognition software would have done" Gaaaah!

The next poster should have known better than to take a holiday on LV-426. After dreams of smothering, the next poster is suffering from extreme stomach cramps. But will it be the next poster who types for help, or will the alien growing inside have a different message for us all...

No cramps here

Next poster will sit on his or her gadget, causing it to type a message

The Legion Worlders puzzled over the next post. They had heir suspicions about the Bates Motel before the next poster visited. The odd tone of the next post did not put their minds at rest. The text of that post was as follows...

I am hungry.

Next poster will e using chopsticks to type

Alas, no chopsticks in the room. So,I've used cotton buds instead.

Trained in the mystic arts of GettingThumpedinDaredevilComicsjitsu, the next poster uses tiny caltrops against their keyboard, typing out the next post...