[On The Art Of Speeling: Steam Conversation #24583/b]
wanderthistle: Hehe. Speeling.
haroldosaur: Speeling sounds like a sport.
haroldosaur: Can we write that into a story, one of us?
Jonna: I would if I was currently writing a story
wanderthistle: What would it entail? Speeling? Â Is it like Spelunking?
haroldosaur: Maybe
haroldosaur: Sounds more like Skiing to me...
haroldosaur: Would you ski whilst also undergoing a spelling test?
Jonna: Skiing inside of caves? That could qualify as an extreme sport methinks
haroldosaur: Maybe...
Jonna: It'd be hard with no snow though :P
haroldosaur: They would probably lay fake snow down in the cave
wanderthistle: How about a sport where people launch themselves from a ramp while attached to a bungee cord, in an attempt to reach orbit around a middle point?
Jonna: I wouldn't recommend a bungee cord for that
haroldosaur: And wouldn't reaching orbit require a source of gravity?
haroldosaur: That would mean Speeling is only possible in space.
wanderthistle: All for the sake of feeling G-Force.
wanderthistle: So, maybe not Orbit.
haroldosaur: I think we've figured out what the gaurds on the Rad Washing Machine do for fun, you guys.
haroldosaur: :P
Jonna: Oh yes XD
wanderthistle: It's not moon-walking. Not moon running.
wanderthistle: It's SPEELING, Jim. Try it.
haroldosaur: It's greeaaaaaattt....
haroldosaur: *spirals off into space*
wanderthistle: Jim: Â I dunno.
wanderthistle: "we ran out of jetpacks, but hey, that increases the terror factor."
Jonna: "Hey, did you check the oxygen tanks?" "No" "M'kay, sounds good, let's go"
haroldosaur: Well Jonna, if you want to write an AM, that's a good place to start. :P
wanderthistle: "A night on the Rad Washing Machine."
Jonna: Haha yeah. I wish I had time for it. :P
haroldosaur: The idea alone has me laughing out load.
haroldosaur: *loud*
wanderthistle: Jawas were repairing the outside paneling, with cute retro bubble helmets.
wanderthistle: When suddenly someone came by Speeling.
wanderthistle: And took the whole lot out.
haroldosaur: The End.
Jonna: "Set course for Nimbus Station, we're fully operational!" *Technician presses button and the Rad Washing machine starts moving* "Hey, where's Jim?"
Jonna: "Oh he's out Speeling."
haroldosaur: "Darn it, Jim!"
haroldosaur: *Gaurd is seen Speeling around through a window*
haroldosaur: *It's like the scene in Wall-e only a lot less cute. And graceful.*
wanderthistle: Yes!
haroldosaur: The same music plays, though.
Jonna: And then the whole thing explodes... the Real The End
haroldosaur: Yes.
haroldosaur: And Jim is the only survivor of the destruction of the Rad Washing Machine, due to being away from the device Speeling
wanderthistle: Give them an Extinguisher, and a prototype Mass Fluxuator, and they can *sorta* control their orbit!
haroldosaur: Yeah...
haroldosaur: Sorta...
haroldosaur: Unfortunately, I have to go for supper, but I'll try and eat my food as quickly as possible and then return to you. :P
haroldosaur: Give me... maybe, twenty minutes?
Jonna: Sounds good. Cya, have a good supper!
haroldosaur: Will do!
There you have it. :P Â