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sciencestevencus

Zelda 4 evar.
Posts: 1872


new Posted: 08:08AM Nov 16, 2013

Hello! This is a variation on the "Last Post Wins" series in the Game Forum. It takes all the rules from Last Post Wins. And it also has another thing: stocks? Stocks of what, you may ask? Stocks of all you're Braingle friends! In this come and buy stock and if that person comes to this forum and makes short, meaningless posts, his or her stock goes down, therefore you lose money. (Not for real money, pretend money.) If they come and make a long, meaningful post, his or her stock goes, up and you gain money! (Once, again, not real money, pretend money. So come and buy stock while trying to get the 500 posts!

I'll start:

I buy 25 shares of dfamina.

Now you guys try! Have fun!


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extremebluenesscus

Posts: 291

new Posted: 08:34AM Nov 16, 2013

I buy 10000 shares of extremeblueness.

Anyways, I hope that my stock value goes way up over time. As for other people, I don't really trust that they'll make long, meaningful posts, as most people who participate will just try to get to the end, unless they invest in themselves, or don't post here very often.


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sciencestevencus

Zelda 4 evar.
Posts: 1872


new Posted: 08:37AM Nov 16, 2013

I buy 10 shares of extremeblueness. Guys, you should also keep track of how many shares you have of each person, so you know how much money you gain or lose at every post. Thanks for giving this game a whirl, blue! I really appreciate it! Here's a question, do you guys think I should make a WTB based of this topic?

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extremebluenesscus

Posts: 291

new Posted: 08:17AM Nov 17, 2013

Yes, I most definitely think you should. It'd be an interesting experiment, for sure! One possible problem with it, though, is that it would make it a bit easier to tell who the boss and rat are.

"Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will." -Romans 12:2
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sciencestevencus

Zelda 4 evar.
Posts: 1872


new Posted: 08:38AM Nov 17, 2013

And why is that, blue?( This post is pretty short, but I'll make it long, because not one else has posted in this topic. And, well, yeah. I've lost some money because dfamina's hasn't posted, and I own 25 shares, but I also bought some shares of you, some I gain some money too. I'll also buy 30 more shares of extremeblueness.)

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eighsseAus

King Eighsse
Posts: 6820


new Posted: 11:39AM Nov 17, 2013

I'll buy 270,771,385,903,818 shares of max318. I don't know what his shares are set at, but I also don't know how much money I have, so... Yeah!

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dfamina

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new Posted: 07:46AM Nov 18, 2013

sciencesteven wrote:
And why is that, blue?( This post is pretty short, but I'll make it long, because not one else has posted in this topic. And, well, yeah. I've lost some money because dfamina's hasn't posted, and I own 25 shares, but I also bought some shares of you, some I gain some money too. I'll also buy 30 more shares of extremeblueness.)


Fair enough. I just noticed this thread, but I can't make a long post out of nothing. In fact, I think pointless long-windedness would drop the value of stocks just as much as a short post might. I'd like to think that my value comes from the uniqueness of the things I do/say, and not the word count. But hey, these are your rules, and I'm not here to pass judgment.

That being said, I'm flattered that you'd buy shares of me right off the bat. Here's a haiku to show my appreciation.

You've bought shares of me
To increase your total wealth
I hope it works out

(The doesn't count as a syllable)
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sciencestevencus

Zelda 4 evar.
Posts: 1872


new Posted: 08:23AM Nov 18, 2013

Oh, and by the way, I bought those shares because I thought you'd come and make a limerick. And, here is the Stock Song!

We went into the night, and found a red scroll.
We were stricken with fright, and threw it in a hole.
We developed our stock.
Put in a clock!
And then we made some stock!


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dfamina

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new Posted: 08:27AM Nov 18, 2013

Since you didn't say that your song would be a limerick, I won't count off for the last word not fitting into the AABBA rhyme scheme. Now then, here's a true Limerick for your troubles, Steven.

We've come to make some cash
Be smart; let's not be rash
If stocks should fall
We'll sell them all
Then go and find our stash
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eighsseAus

King Eighsse
Posts: 6820


new Posted: 12:39PM Nov 18, 2013

Max.... where are you? Get in here and make me some money!

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sciencestevencus

Zelda 4 evar.
Posts: 1872


new Posted: 05:33PM Nov 18, 2013

I buy -100 shares of eighsse.

Also, banned for not crossthreading.

Also, max should have noticed this topic by now.

Also, that was a short post, Ace.


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eighsseAus

King Eighsse
Posts: 6820


new Posted: 06:56PM Nov 18, 2013

I know. I don't own any shares of eighsse, so it doesn't matter to me =D

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kittygirl19cus

Alchemist of Steel
Posts: 694


new Posted: 06:43AM Nov 19, 2013

Buys 666 shares of each past and future poster.


One Cuil = One level of abstraction away from the reality of a situation.

Example: You ask me for a Hamburger.

1 Cuil: if you asked me for a hamburger, and I gave you a raccoon.

2 Cuils: If you asked me for a hamburger, but it turns out I don't really exist. Where I was originally standing, a picture of a hamburger rests on the ground.

3 Cuils: You awake as a hamburger. You start screaming only to have special sauce fly from your lips. The world is in sepia.

4 Cuils: Why are we speaking German? A mime cries softly as he cradles a young cow. Your grandfather stares at you as the cow falls apart into patties. You look down only to see me with pickles for eyes, I am singing the song that gives birth to the universe.

5 Cuils: You ask for a hamburger, I give you a hamburger. You raise it to your lips and take a bite. Your eye twitches involuntarily. Across the street a father of three falls down the stairs. You swallow and look down at the hamburger in your hands. I give you a hamburger. You swallow and look down at the hamburger in your hands. You cannot swallow. There are children at the top of the stairs. A pickle shifts uneasily under the bun. I give you a hamburger. You look at my face, and I am pleading with you. The children are crying now. You raise the hamburger to your lips, tears stream down your face as you take a bite. I give you a hamburger. You are on your knees. You plead with me to go across the street. I hear only children's laughter. I give you a hamburger. You are screaming as you fall down the stairs. I am your child. You cannot see anything. You take a bite of the hamburger. The concrete rushes up to meet you. You awake with a start in your own bed. Your eye twitches involuntarily. I give you a hamburger. As you kill me, I do not make a sound. I give you a hamburger.

6 Cuils: You ask me for a hamburger. My attempt to reciprocate is cut brutally short as my body experiences a sudden lack of electrons. Across a variety of hidden dimensions you are dismayed. John Lennon hands me an apple, but it slips through my fingers. I am reborn as an ocelot. You disapprove. A crack echoes through the universe in defiance of conventional physics as cosmological background noise shifts from randomness to a perfect A Flat. Children everywhere stop what they are doing and hum along in perfect pitch with the background radiation. Birds fall from the sky as the sun engulfs the earth. You hesitate momentarily before allowing yourself to assume the locus of all knowledge. Entropy crumbles as you peruse the information contained within the universe. A small library in Phoenix ceases to exist. You stumble under the weight of everythingness, Your mouth opens up to cry out, and collapses around your body before blinking you out of the spatial plane. You exist only within the fourth dimension. The fountainhead of all knowledge rolls along the ground and collides with a small dog. My head tastes sideways as spacetime is reestablished, you blink back into the corporeal world disoriented, only for me to hand you a hamburger as my body collapses under the strain of reconstitution. The universe has reasserted itself. A particular small dog is fed steak for the rest of its natural life. You die in a freak accident moments later, and you soul works at the returns desk for the Phoenix library. You disapprove. Your disapproval sends ripples through the inter-dimensional void between life and death. A small child begins to cry as he walks toward the stairway where his father stands.

7 Cuils: I give you a hamburger. The universe is engulfed within itself. A bus advertising hotdogs drives by a papillon. It disapproves. An unnatural force reverses Earth's gravity. You ask for a hamburger. I reciprocate with a mildly convulsing potato. You disapprove. Your disapproval releases a cosmic shift in the void between birth and life. You ask for a hamburger. A certain small dog feasts on hamburger patties for the rest of its unnatural, eternal endurance. Your constant disapproval sends silence through everything. A contrived beast becomes omnipotent. You ask for a hamburger. I give you a hamburger your body becomes an unsettled blob of nothingness, then divides by three. The papillon barks. The universe realigns itself. You, the papillon, and the hamburger disapprove. This condemnation stops the realignment. Hades freezes over. A pig is launched is launched into the unoccupied existence between space and time with a specific hamburger. You ask for a hamburger. I give you a hamburger. It screams as you lift it to your face. You laugh maniacally as I plead with you. You devour the hamburger as it pleads for mercy. I disapprove and condemn you to an eternity in a certain void where a certain pig and its specific hamburger are located. The Universal Space-time Continuum Committee disapproves of my irrational decision. You are locked away and are fed hamburgers for the rest of your natural existence. A pickle refuses to break down during the process of digestion. You die in a freak accident. A certain pickle lives the rest of its life in a comatose state. Your soul disapproves. Down the street a child cries as a hamburger gets stuck in, and climbs back up, her esophagus. You ask again for a hamburger. I refuse to reciprocate. You demand a lawyer. I remind you harshly that this is the new world order. Lawyers no longer exist. Only papillons. Your name is written on a list of sins. Blasphemy. You ask for a hamburger. The comatose pickle vanquishes your soul from this universe. Realignment occurs. You beg for a hamburger. A certain papillon's name is written on an obelisk in Egypt. Mumble. Peasants worship the obelisk. Your soulless corpse partakes in the festivity. Hamburgers are banned universally. The sun implodes. All planets cease to have ever existed. Mercury. Venus. Earth. Mars. Jupiter. Saturn. Uranus. Neptune. Pluto is the only mass in existence. Conveniently, you are on vacation here. Your need for hamburgers re-establishes space-time. Earth is recreated under your intergalactic rule. Hamburgers are your army. You wake up. Clowns. Clowns everywhere. Your dream rushes to meet you. You are kidnapped. You ask for a hamburger. They hand you a hotdog.


---This message was edited on 01:36PM Nov 19, 2013---

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sciencestevencus

Zelda 4 evar.
Posts: 1872


new Posted: 08:27AM Nov 19, 2013

All of my previous stockbuyers money will not be affected by this post, except for kittygirl19's.

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eighsseAus

King Eighsse
Posts: 6820


new Posted: 11:43AM Nov 19, 2013

kittygirl19 wrote:
Buys 1 share of each past and future poster.


One Cuil = One level of abstraction away from the reality of a situation.

Example: You ask me for a Hamburger.

1 Cuil: if you asked me for a hamburger, and I gave you a raccoon.

2 Cuils: If you asked me for a hamburger, but it turns out I don't really exist. Where I was originally standing, a picture of a hamburger rests on the ground.

3 Cuils: You awake as a hamburger. You start screaming only to have special sauce fly from your lips. The world is in sepia.

4 Cuils: Why are we speaking German? A mime cries softly as he cradles a young cow. Your grandfather stares at you as the cow falls apart into patties. You look down only to see me with pickles for eyes, I am singing the song that gives birth to the universe.

5 Cuils: You ask for a hamburger, I give you a hamburger. You raise it to your lips and take a bite. Your eye twitches involuntarily. Across the street a father of three falls down the stairs. You swallow and look down at the hamburger in your hands. I give you a hamburger. You swallow and look down at the hamburger in your hands. You cannot swallow. There are children at the top of the stairs. A pickle shifts uneasily under the bun. I give you a hamburger. You look at my face, and I am pleading with you. The children are crying now. You raise the hamburger to your lips, tears stream down your face as you take a bite. I give you a hamburger. You are on your knees. You plead with me to go across the street. I hear only children's laughter. I give you a hamburger. You are screaming as you fall down the stairs. I am your child. You cannot see anything. You take a bite of the hamburger. The concrete rushes up to meet you. You awake with a start in your own bed. Your eye twitches involuntarily. I give you a hamburger. As you kill me, I do not make a sound. I give you a hamburger.

6 Cuils: You ask me for a hamburger. My attempt to reciprocate is cut brutally short as my body experiences a sudden lack of electrons. Across a variety of hidden dimensions you are dismayed. John Lennon hands me an apple, but it slips through my fingers. I am reborn as an ocelot. You disapprove. A crack echoes through the universe in defiance of conventional physics as cosmological background noise shifts from randomness to a perfect A Flat. Children everywhere stop what they are doing and hum along in perfect pitch with the background radiation. Birds fall from the sky as the sun engulfs the earth. You hesitate momentarily before allowing yourself to assume the locus of all knowledge. Entropy crumbles as you peruse the information contained within the universe. A small library in Phoenix ceases to exist. You stumble under the weight of everythingness, Your mouth opens up to cry out, and collapses around your body before blinking you out of the spatial plane. You exist only within the fourth dimension. The fountainhead of all knowledge rolls along the ground and collides with a small dog. My head tastes sideways as spacetime is reestablished, you blink back into the corporeal world disoriented, only for me to hand you a hamburger as my body collapses under the strain of reconstitution. The universe has reasserted itself. A particular small dog is fed steak for the rest of its natural life. You die in a freak accident moments later, and you soul works at the returns desk for the Phoenix library. You disapprove. Your disapproval sends ripples through the inter-dimensional void between life and death. A small child begins to cry as he walks toward the stairway where his father stands.

7 Cuils: I give you a hamburger. The universe is engulfed within itself. A bus advertising hotdogs drives by a papillon. It disapproves. An unnatural force reverses Earth's gravity. You ask for a hamburger. I reciprocate with a mildly convulsing potato. You disapprove. Your disapproval releases a cosmic shift in the void between birth and life. You ask for a hamburger. A certain small dog feasts on hamburger patties for the rest of its unnatural, eternal endurance. Your constant disapproval sends silence through everything. A contrived beast becomes omnipotent. You ask for a hamburger. I give you a hamburger your body becomes an unsettled blob of nothingness, then divides by three. The papillon barks. The universe realigns itself. You, the papillon, and the hamburger disapprove. This condemnation stops the realignment. Hades freezes over. A pig is launched is launched into the unoccupied existence between space and time with a specific hamburger. You ask for a hamburger. I give you a hamburger. It screams as you lift it to your face. You laugh maniacally as I plead with you. You devour the hamburger as it pleads for mercy. I disapprove and condemn you to an eternity in a certain void where a certain pig and its specific hamburger are located. The Universal Space-time Continuum Committee disapproves of my irrational decision. You are locked away and are fed hamburgers for the rest of your natural existence. A pickle refuses to break down during the process of digestion. You die in a freak accident. A certain pickle lives the rest of its life in a comatose state. Your soul disapproves. Down the street a child cries as a hamburger gets stuck in, and climbs back up, her esophagus. You ask again for a hamburger. I refuse to reciprocate. You demand a lawyer. I remind you harshly that this is the new world order. Lawyers no longer exist. Only papillons. Your name is written on a list of sins. Blasphemy. You ask for a hamburger. The comatose pickle vanquishes your soul from this universe. Realignment occurs. You beg for a hamburger. A certain papillon's name is written on an obelisk in Egypt. Mumble. Peasants worship the obelisk. Your soulless corpse partakes in the festivity. Hamburgers are banned universally. The sun implodes. All planets cease to have ever existed. Mercury. Venus. Earth. Mars. Jupiter. Saturn. Uranus. Neptune. Pluto is the only mass in existence. Conveniently, you are on vacation here. Your need for hamburgers re-establishes space-time. Earth is recreated under your intergalactic rule. Hamburgers are your army. You wake up. Clowns. Clowns everywhere. Your dream rushes to meet you. You are kidnapped. You ask for a hamburger. They hand you a hotdog.




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dfamina

Simulposter Extraordinaire
Posts: 617


new Posted: 11:48AM Nov 19, 2013

I can't even pretend that this didn't make me laugh. Eighsse's stocks just went up.
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eighsseAus

King Eighsse
Posts: 6820


new Posted: 11:50AM Nov 19, 2013

Are we allowed to buy options? Sell options?

I buy 5 puts of kittygirl19.


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pyroAus

Posts: 3563

new Posted: 06:37PM Nov 19, 2013

i buy
1 of eighess
19 0f kitygirl19
125 of dfamina
1,775 of me
and 15 quadrillion of sciencesteven


For those of you who are not math majors, it goes thousands, millions, billions, trillions, quadrillions. so gome on big bucks.

also how will the winner be determined?


Take my Dark Tower quiz. Please!
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eighsseAus

King Eighsse
Posts: 6820


new Posted: 06:48PM Nov 19, 2013

I think we're kind of just winging it. How about, whoever makes the 500th post wins? Oh wait, that's already been done.

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dfamina

Simulposter Extraordinaire
Posts: 617


new Posted: 06:56PM Nov 19, 2013

BOY, that derailed quickly. Who knew that talk of an actual goal would make things so complicated? But for those of you who have played Final Fantasy 7, you might remember one of Barret's famous quotes: "This train we're on don't make no stops."

Which, to me, means that there is no goal, no end, and no chapters. We'll just keep going on about our shenanigans and buying stocks of folks that we'll never actually sell; it's as much for novelty as it is for any monetary gains we could've had. So here and there a limerick, a haiku, or just a post that either makes sense or doesn't. (But feel free to keep score along the way if it makes things more fun.)
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