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  • I am entering the scene from stage left.

Hey there! I'm Firedance. If you have any questions about Star Wars Fanon policies or need assistance with JavaScript, CSS, or MediaWiki-specific features, feel free to leave a message.

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  • Hope it's a good one filled with fire and dancing...or something.

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    • A FANDOM user
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  • would you like to read some of my pages?

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  • Hope you're only on a sabbatical from Moderating. I've got a sabbatical of my own coming up in the new year (minimum 2, maximum 6 months), and I'd feel bad leaving Sav high and dry for that long.

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  • Do you have a minute to step into chat?

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  • MPK

    I want you to know that I hope and wish that, someday, you might eventually finish this.

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    • MPK

      That sounds so cool. Similar things have happened to me, where I start to write something and its scope just undergoes a gloriously monstrous super-size-ization.

      Reminds me of a project my brother started many years ago. He was in this forum RPG, which was set in pre-Republic times, and he came up with a faction called the Eriaduan Imperium, which was basically the Roman Republic/Empire in space, complete with a kind of Space Catholicism that took the form of a Force-based state religion. And he started writing this thing called the Chronicle of the Eriaduan Emperors, which was supposed to be a history of the whole thing, and quite transparently influenced by the writings of Edward Gibbon. The draft begins with this paragraph:

      "When one considers the great many circumstances that have surrounded the Eriaduan Imperium, one is immediately overwhelmed by the vast history of that extensive monarchy, which commanded for so long the greater portion of the galaxy and the most civilized, the most cultured, and the happiest portion of the sentients of any known era. Surviving for millennia in a nearly unbroken chain of rulers, the Eriaduan Emperors preserved the memory of a noble people and a proud tradition, even when their throne was disgraced by the most worthless, the most corrupt, and the most degenerate of persons. Reaching a level of tenacity and luxury that seems hardly possible to even our modern senses, the Imperium, after surviving longer than any other known state (except for, of course, the notable exception of the Old Republic) fell in a revolution of little more than four standard cycles. Such is the unhappy fate of a people who for so long had preserved with glory the weight of an empire, devoted to prosperity rather than destruction, yet not insensible of the need for a just defense, or even a perfidious betrayal. This tome shall serve to instruct this current and the future generations of the history of that empire."

      The document continues for about twenty thousand words and was, of course, never completed. In retrospect, certain parts of it were silly, but on the whole I think my brother had a lot of interesting ideas. He became a bit of a history buff at an early age, which gave him a knack for constructing political intrigue.

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    • MPK

      I cannot help but share with you this bit of dialogue I just wrote; I figured you'd appreciate it.

      "You didn't tell me the truth!"

      "I told you the Jedi truth."

      "I- What?"

      "A Jedi truth is when a Jedi tells you a lie in order to get you to do the right thing. That's what I did... Except, uh, I'm not a Jedi."

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  • MPK

    Our dear sorceress,

    I write simply to inform you, presuming upon your interest in the matter, of my continuing existence and presence on planet Earth, and to assert, not for the first time, that I remember fondly our conversations in the chat room and such. Due to circumstances, I've been unable to buzz the chat room as often as I would prefer. I hope that I may yet run into you there and hope you are well.


    I Still Don't Wear a Monocle

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    • You're alive, I'm alive, what a time to be alive, amirite.

      I hope you poke your head around again soon, Michael, preferably when I'm also around. I've been wondering how everyone's been. Since I can, I'll share an anecdote to hold you over until our next conversation. I broke a finger skateboarding twoish weeks ago. It hurt. Typing's a chore because of it. Cool story I know.


      You're Missing Out, Mate (I sound like Sav now)

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  • I know you're busy and stuff, but you're missing some solid gold in the chat.

    Sav: "Is that technically against the article guidelines though? I'm not sure off the top of my head."

    Sak: "I think it may have fallen in the Bacocaust."

    Sav: "You're saying it burned in the Battle of the Bacwater?"

    Sak: "I'm saying it went the way of Bacderaan."

    Sav: "It sailed into the Wikiaest?"

    Sak: "It journeyed off like OutBac Flight."

    Sav: "Ceti Brandon VI exploded, shifted the orbit of this wiki, and the manual of style was laid waste."

    My point is, if you have the time, you should drop by. We miss your company. Cheers.

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  • I just wanted to say hello.

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  • Respond to Savage you fool.

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  • "It was Christmas Eve mate
    In the wiki chat
    An old man said to me, won't see another one
    And then he sang a song
    The Rare Old Rogue One Dew
    I turned my face away
    And dreamed about you

    Got on a lucky one
    Came in eighteen to one
    I've got a feeling
    This year's for me and you
    So happy Christmas
    I love you baby
    I can see a better time
    When all our dreams come true

    They've got fics big as bricks
    They've got FAs of gold
    But the spam goes right through you
    It's no place for the old
    When you first took my hand
    On a cold Christmas Eve
    You promised
    Wookieepedia was waiting for me

    You were handsome
    You were pretty
    Mod of Star Wars wiki
    When the chat finished playing
    They howled out for more
    Sakaros was swinging,
    MPK was singing
    We missed (you) on a corner
    Then danced through the night

    Users of the SWF chat
    Were singing "Starship Bay"
    And the bells were ringing out
    For Christmas day

    You're an anon
    You're a bucket
    You're an old cheap sockpuppet
    Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
    You spammer, you vandal
    You cheap lousy page troll
    Happy Christmas your arse
    I pray God it's our last

    Users of the SWF chat
    Still singing "Starship Bay"
    And the bells were ringing out
    For Christmas day

    I could have been bureaucrat
    Well so could any admin
    You took sysop from me
    When I first found you
    I kept them with me babe
    I put them with my own
    Can't make it all alone
    I've built Star Wars Fanon around you

    Users of the SWF chat
    Still singing "Starship Bay"
    And the bells were ringing out
    For Christmas day"
    -Fairytale of Star Wars Fanon

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