SifuPhil
R.I.P. With Us In Spirit Only
- Location
- Pennsylvania, USA
[h=2]SF Thriller[/h]
SCENE 1: *** Phil and his date are strolling through the forum late at night, the fog creating a cozy, intimate atmosphere. She's still upset from the thread they'd seen barely half an hour before and has a grim look on her face. Phil is bopping and bouncing around as usual as they make their way home, and is still teasing her, laughingly saying, "...but it was only another post in “Hot Topics”!
“I don't care – it was tasteless and rude, and I don't want to talk about it anymore!”
Suddenly, zombie-like apparitions appear all around them...a dozen, two dozen...armed with laptops and iPads ... closing in slowly ... groaning ... Phil's gal screams, backs up against a recent post ... Phil valiantly fights against the horde, kicking and swinging, but is ultimately and violently subdued.
CUT TO: Phil rising up from the ground, his black clothing all shredded, a demonic look on his face and wearing one white glove. A strong, sensuous bass drives the beat as Phil and the apparitions begin to dance... ***
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It’s close to midnight and something evil’s lurking in SF
It's “Politics” - you hear their arguments that make you deaf
You try to scream but posters steal the sound before you make it
You start to freeze as SeaBreeze looks you right between the eyes,
You’re paralyzed
Chorus
’cause this is SF, SF night
And no one’s gonna save you from the stupid threads I write
You know it’s SF, SF night
You’re fearing for your life as I post
all those
bad things
tonight
You feel your views change and realize there’s nowhere left to run
You feel the buzz now and wonder when you’ll have some silly fun
You close your eyes and hope this ain't just mental masturbation
But all the while you hear some posters creeping up behind
You’re out of time
Chorus
’cause this is SF, SF night
There ain’t no second chance against the boring threads in sight
You know it’s SF, SF night
You’re wandering SF as I post
all those
bad things
tonight
Bridge
Night posters post
And SF starts to crawl in its masquerade
There’s no escaping the jaws of the chatters this time
(they’re open wide)
They’re out to get you, there’s “normals” closing in on every side
They will possess you unless you give this poster a quick ride
Now is the time for you and I to cuddle close together
All through the night I’ll save you from the weird ideas they scream,
I’ll make you see
Chorus
That this is SF, SF night
’cause I can teach you more than any guy would dare to try
Girl, this is SF, SF night
So let me do it right and share a
killer,
diller,
thriller (*Phil shown going up on his toes*)
PM here tonight
(Rap performed by Vincent Price)
Darkness falls across the board
And boredom sets into the hoard
Members crawl into their beds
While we terrorize all their threads
And whosoever shall be found
That's single, married or fooling around
Must stand and face this posting hell
And smell that awful sinner’s smell
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of sixteen hundred members
And blinded souls from forums wide
Are posting comments rude and snide
And though you’ve a right to stay and jive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of … SF!
(fade into maniacal laugh, with deep echo)
SCENE 1: *** Phil and his date are strolling through the forum late at night, the fog creating a cozy, intimate atmosphere. She's still upset from the thread they'd seen barely half an hour before and has a grim look on her face. Phil is bopping and bouncing around as usual as they make their way home, and is still teasing her, laughingly saying, "...but it was only another post in “Hot Topics”!
“I don't care – it was tasteless and rude, and I don't want to talk about it anymore!”
Suddenly, zombie-like apparitions appear all around them...a dozen, two dozen...armed with laptops and iPads ... closing in slowly ... groaning ... Phil's gal screams, backs up against a recent post ... Phil valiantly fights against the horde, kicking and swinging, but is ultimately and violently subdued.
CUT TO: Phil rising up from the ground, his black clothing all shredded, a demonic look on his face and wearing one white glove. A strong, sensuous bass drives the beat as Phil and the apparitions begin to dance... ***
__________________________________________________
It’s close to midnight and something evil’s lurking in SF
It's “Politics” - you hear their arguments that make you deaf
You try to scream but posters steal the sound before you make it
You start to freeze as SeaBreeze looks you right between the eyes,
You’re paralyzed
Chorus
’cause this is SF, SF night
And no one’s gonna save you from the stupid threads I write
You know it’s SF, SF night
You’re fearing for your life as I post
all those
bad things
tonight
You feel your views change and realize there’s nowhere left to run
You feel the buzz now and wonder when you’ll have some silly fun
You close your eyes and hope this ain't just mental masturbation
But all the while you hear some posters creeping up behind
You’re out of time
Chorus
’cause this is SF, SF night
There ain’t no second chance against the boring threads in sight
You know it’s SF, SF night
You’re wandering SF as I post
all those
bad things
tonight
Bridge
Night posters post
And SF starts to crawl in its masquerade
There’s no escaping the jaws of the chatters this time
(they’re open wide)
They’re out to get you, there’s “normals” closing in on every side
They will possess you unless you give this poster a quick ride
Now is the time for you and I to cuddle close together
All through the night I’ll save you from the weird ideas they scream,
I’ll make you see
Chorus
That this is SF, SF night
’cause I can teach you more than any guy would dare to try
Girl, this is SF, SF night
So let me do it right and share a
killer,
diller,
thriller (*Phil shown going up on his toes*)
PM here tonight
(Rap performed by Vincent Price)
Darkness falls across the board
And boredom sets into the hoard
Members crawl into their beds
While we terrorize all their threads
And whosoever shall be found
That's single, married or fooling around
Must stand and face this posting hell
And smell that awful sinner’s smell
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of sixteen hundred members
And blinded souls from forums wide
Are posting comments rude and snide
And though you’ve a right to stay and jive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of … SF!
(fade into maniacal laugh, with deep echo)
