Warning: the following is what happens when you have nothing to do at work and the only thing you have access to is email.
Another PML gathering! Vet or newbie -- it doesn't matter -- they make their grand entrances. Me? I silently slip inside as Kitsune puts on another airshow.
"I shall become the Unseen no one hears me no one sees no one notices me"
A particularly large crowd is forming. Curious, I approach as just another nameless face. The cults are at it again. I manage to raise the Lurker's Shield of Anonymity just as a Funky Nine-Assed Mooning blinds everyone.
"I shall become the Watcher I come not to be recognized I come not to be heard I come not to spin threads I come to observe"
I observe. Lee (dressed in Jen's clothing) shows his new martial arts techniques to Gabe. Further off, Intensity throws another deadly quip at some misplaced comments. In the distance, a mob throws a charred newbie back into the bit stream that he came from.
"I shall become the Leech I will not criticize in public I will not commend in public I will not reply in public I will be thankful I will use what is created"
I cast Invisibility: Lurker and start to leech the secrets of PML members. Animating the recently deceased holiday fowl -- Necromancer Bob; Devastation, Disintegration, and other parlor tricks -- Archmage Hadrian; How to eviscerate your victims and still end up spotless -- Samhain; Kitchen Utensils of the Ancients -- Agrel faster the Magnificent.
"I am a watcher that hides in your mailbox... I am a Palladium lover that waits for your posts... I am a Lurker of the Palladium Mailing List!"
Shuma, horse kin of unknowing
Equine of useless crap
How do you kill a headless-rune-ginzu-wielding-undead-roast-turkey?
PML_Lurkers_Manifest.php -- Revised: January 27, 2021.