To arms, fellow Duffers!

This is the problem, you see. The Queen of Duffers has reached a sufficiently advanced stage of her denial that she has ceased to Duffer, thinking in some strange way that this would stop us from calling her a Duffer. Plus, all the old Duffers have left, and there's not really anybody left... *sniff* It's all gone... yes, precious, gone...

HB hasn't even posted a new MFNM in months.

Miss Freckles said:
(Note: Please do not be alarmed by the formality of this speech. It has nothing to do with Shakespeare. He was a genius, but not a duffer.)

Most worthy duffers,

It is, once again, time to unite. Even though our favourite pastime is fighting each other, I suggest we unite to save Dufferland from its downfall. Its downfall, you ask? (Yes, you asked. You may not recall it, but you did.) Oh, but by speaking about a downfall I do not mean cliffs, or the Everest, or the Caradhras, or the universe, or the black hole, and not even the fact that I am using capitals to make this look more official. I mean the niting truth that Dufferland is slowly, but inevitably (hang on, I’m going to beat this word up in a moment) dying.
But since nothing is impossible if you just believe (cf. Disney movie of your choice) and nothing is impossible for duffers (cf. Dernhelm 2007: “I’m just being a duffer”), we can prevent that dreadful thing called death from happening. Please do not be alarmed, if I say that Dufferland must come alive once again. The resemblance to the mysterious and somewhat frightening word “life” is completely coincidental.
Let us cast a look back into the past of Dufferland to illustrate the meaning of a live duffering culture. You find duffering in its purest form if you search in threads with “duffer” in their title and go to page 17-81. In this context I found the following, which almost moved me to tears (but I was too confused for my eyes to be moved from staring at the screen in wonder).

It will come to your attention that, although she is talking complete and utter nonsense, she is referring to a statement someone else made, and she is not jumping to conclusions, but is explaining her point in a sort of logic (in this case, “logic” is not used to insult anyone).
I would never have thought I would be one to beg the inhabitants of Dufferland to be sanely insane (but I couldn't think of a way to cover up that this is what I am doing...). Monologues that no one can make sense of serve the one purpose of killing threads, because everyone is too confused to reply.
I am not telling you all this because I’m hoping that the Golden Age will return (because it won’t. It’s with Morgoth, the yellow mods and the clone machine.). Rather, I’m hoping to introduce to all of you the Diamond Age… no wait, this doesn’t sound as grand as I would like it to. Maybe an alliteration would help? I’m introducing to you the Astounding Age of Amazing Alliterations… this doesn’t make any sense. I should try a rhyme. I’m introducing to you the Age of Rage… no, too aggressive… oh, whatever… yes! I’m introducing to you the Age of Whatever! Sounds mysterious at least.

Sincerely,
Miss Freckles (or whatever you’re calling me nowadays)

(I wasn't quite sure whether it was or wasn't arrogant of me to tell people how to post in a forum, but I hope you get my point. Forums are for communication, and most of you will know that this works best when you're being cooperative. I've talked about this with some old duffers, and the above is our common perception of things.)
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They should read the Duffer Required Reading.
 
too true, oly...too true.

and it's not nice to call others a freak, freaks. :p

and....I'M NOT HALF DEAD ANYMORE! yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. I only got 1 1/2 hrs of sleep sunday night...so...........>.>................and then I had a RockStar to help with staying awake in class......ehehehehehehehhehehehehehehhehehehehehehehehhehehehehehehee....HEY! SOMEONE MESSED WITH MY TAPE!!!!....-.-....*plays with tape again*
 
HEY!!! DON'T LEAVE ME STUCK TO A CHAIR!....do you realize how much it hurts for curly hair to be stuck to something?...geez....young people these days......*mumbles and carries chair to a watering hole and jumps in*................hey oly, do you know what "oly" reminds me of?
 
No... don't say it... it's not... NOOOOOO, I can't even think of it!

LC: I'll say it, I will, I will!
Me: No, no, no! I'll do anything!
LC: To bad... I'm going to say it... I'm saying it... OLIVES!
Me: *covers ears* NOOOO! I can't stand it! It's just too-- wait, did you say olives?
LC: Yes...
Me: Oh, that's all right, then. *walks off*
 
ahahahahhaha...no...although olives is a good one.....but...oly oly oxen free....xD....yes.......I mispelled it most likely, but I'm so used to only hearing it in my head as opposed to actualy writing or typing it.....poor words...poor books....poor ladders...
 
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