2011 Survivor: Off Topic & Chatting Thread

[Noira]

I think you misjudge my humor for seriousness, Noira.

Challenge myself as a writer? I don't think there's a writer here who not only writes more words, and more stories but also who is more creative than me.

Writing is definitely more than just how many words you can write, though. If that were the case, I would be satisfied with my 150k November. But I have to constantly keep challenging myself or I get sick of writing. Before now, I hadn't written and put any erotica on the internet, so that's a challenge in its own right.

I'm not from the North-east. I'm from Canada. I hear we have more of a British sense of humor. My humor is of course indicated in the satirical stories I've submitted. I'm glad to hear you were joking, though I read it as a creative way to complain about how the contest wasn't meeting your expectations... I did understand there was a measure of humor intended, which was why I joked about cleaning up the beer bottles back.

I've never been here for a previous Survivor so I don't have anything to compare it to. As it is, the simple challenge of trying to write a story for every category is satisfying for me right now but I can understand how someone who's been in a bunch of previous year Survivors would be disgrundled with the low-key, rule-heavy way things are being run this year.

 

[SuperHeroRalph]

Writing is definitely more than just how many words you can write, though. If that were the case, I would be satisfied with my 150k November. But I have to constantly keep challenging myself or I get sick of writing. Before now, I hadn't written and put any erotica on the internet, so that's a challenge in its own right.

I'm not from the North-east. I'm from Canada. I hear we have more of a British sense of humor. My humor is of course indicated in the satirical stories I've submitted. I'm glad to hear you were joking, though I read it as a creative way to complain about how the contest wasn't meeting your expectations... I did understand there was a measure of humor intended, which was why I joked about cleaning up the beer bottles back.

I've never been here for a previous Survivor so I don't have anything to compare it to. As it is, the simple challenge of trying to write a story for every category is satisfying for me right now but I can understand how someone who's been in a bunch of previous year Survivors would be disgrundled with the low-key, rule-heavy way things are being run this year.

What does any of this matter? If there were no Survivor Contest and no Literotica, I'd still be writing. Granted, I may not be writing stories in some of the categories I've written stories, but I'd still write stories.

Before I wrote stories, I wrote manuscripts for novels, several of them are posted on my BOSTONFICTIONWRITER sheet, Computer Knockout, Love So Young, Reluctant Billionaire, and With the Help of Michael O'Leary. I wrote 13 of them and could only publish two as E-books. It's hard trying to publish mainstream fiction, when most of everything published is non-fiction.

Everyone is a writer and everyone has a book to sell. If I murdered a station wagon full of Nuns and then wrote a story about it, it would be a best seller and made into a movie. That's what it takes to publish today.

It's easier publishing E-books and several of my longer stories have been stolen and sold on Amazon for Kindle. Erotic Excursions asked me to write an E-book a month. I don't trust E-book publishers to pay me the royalties I've earned. If I found an honest one, I'd change my tune and I'd be writing a dozen E-books a year, instead of writing free for Literotica.

I wrote 160,000 words in the Valentine's Day contest. I can write a novel length manuscript in 3 weeks and spend another 3 weeks editing what I wrote, but for what purpose? I more enjoy writing the shorter stories, 5,000 to 9,000 because they don't haunt me in the way that a 60,000 story does. As if butterfies, I can let go of the short stories. The longer stories weigh too heavy in my hand to ever let go.

 

[Noira]

Then that's good! I'm glad you'd still be writing and I'm glad you've found what you like to do best.

For what purpose? I'd say... I like the haunting of a novel-length manuscript better than a bazillion shorts, that's all. For me writing a ton of short stories for Survivor is HARD. You just seem jaded and the recipe cure for that is trying something new.

If you feel satisfied, like you're meeting your need to write, then that's great.

 

[SuperHeroRalph]

To be honest, Noira, I have so many stories going through my head that I forget more than I've written.

As if channeling through me, I have all these characters that want to use me for them to tell their story.

It's like magic. Once I start the story, I'm writing it. Then, once I breathe life into the character by making them three dimensional, instead of flat, they take over and I let them to write their own damn story.

Different from hearing voices, as if we're connected for the time we are together for the purpose of writing their story, they tell me what to write.

That's my best writing, when it's inspired like that. I have some very wonderful stories coming out the end of March, all in different categories, of course, and all related to Earth Day in one way or another.

Writing now, in the way that I write, and having no publisher telling me what to write and when to write it, is probably the best writing time of my life. I'm free to write whatever and whenever I want.

I'm waiting for the day that Oprah invites me on her talk show or Steven Spielberg wants to make a movie from one of my stories.

I can't help but picture Oprah reading my stories in bed with Gayle King on one side of her and Stedman in the middle. Hey, you never know who reads this stuff.

My first year here, in 2007, as BOSTONFICTIONWRITER, I had an unique experience relative to the Survivor contest. I should have won that year. I was leading all year long, when out of the blue, Mungo Park or something like that joined the contest in November and in just two months dumped more than 200 stories on the site, enough to beat me. That year, in the course of the year, I had written just over 200 stories.

Unfortunately, many of my stories were moved out of category, after they were accepted and posted by Laurel, and dumped into the Non-Erotic and Reviews and Essay categories. I am the only writer that has happened to and it's never happened since. Had that not happened, I would have won the contest. That's why they made the rule that you had to join the contest by October.

Yet, that's not point of this. My point is, you never know who is reading these stories. That year, I was writing a bunch of Paparazzi stories, as BOSTONFICTIONWRITER. I was writing about Cher, Madonna, Susan Sarandon, Katie Couric, and others. After the contest winners were announced and I came in 2nd place instead of winning, I received an overnight FedEx. Inside was an envelope with a check for $5,000.

I thought is was a joke. Inside the envelope was a scribbled note that read, "You should have won the Survivor contest."

I was going to throw it out, but took it to my bank instead. My banker said the check was good, but just in case to open a separate account, in case it was a scam to get my bank information, and to wait a few weeks. Well, I waited a month and the check was good. I couldn't believe it.

Being that the check was from Colorado and I don't know anyone in Colorado, I figured the check was possibly a celebrity that I had been writing about. Nonetheless, that was a nice surprise and ever since then, I always wondered who out there reads these stories. You never know. You just never know.

 

[YoursSINSerely]

Ahhh, what a cute puppy.

 

[SuperHeroRalph]

Ahhh, what a cute puppy.

May I introduce Ralph, SuperHeroRalph, my dog, when he was a puppy, that is. He's much bigger now, the biggest Old English Sheep Dog, I've ever seen and big enough to scare away that big, bad wolf.

 

[YoursSINSerely]

May I introduce Ralph, SuperHeroRalph, my dog, when he was a puppy, that is. He's much bigger now, the biggest Old English Sheep Dog, I've ever seen and big enough to scare away that big, bad wolf.

Puppies, kittens and babies are all cute! Then, looks what happens to them.

 

[PrincessErin]

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[SuperHeroRalph]

The Survivor contest is so much more then how many words you can write. Your ranting is getting a little boring but whatever....

Any thoughts on starting any new chains? I know we had chatted about that before.

Any categories people really struggling in and need ideas for stories? I figure we might as well help each other out.

Erin

"The Survivor contest is so much more then (sic) how many words you can write."

Ah, Erin, you are right and my point exactly and all along. Finally, you've had an ephiphany. I'm so happy for you. Maybe, now, instead of throwing 750 words on a page and calling it a story, you will, indeed, write a real story with a beginning, a middle, an ending, and with dialogue, tension, and a plot.

I don't write words, Erin. I write stories. For you not to know the difference is the reason why your writing has not improved over the years. It's the same, unchanged, undeveloped...and boring.

After you made a bashing comment to 20 of my 30 Valentine stories, that gave me insight into your lunacy. Is your only motivation to win a lousy $500 and to forsake everything else? After you leave this site, your pitiful stories will remain. I'm proud of everything I have written under AndTheEnd, BOSTONFICTIONWRITER, CarBuffStuff, PositiveThink, WmForrester, and now SuperHeroRalph.

My story I Love You Mommy is #235 on the top 250 most read stories of all time, Erin. Now with more than 50,000 writers writing more than 2 million stories, that's testimony to my writing ability. I would have had 3 stories on that board, but I pulled two of them to publish back in 2007, one had 850,000 reads and the other had 650,000 reads. I can only imagine how many reads they'd have 4 years later.

I write the best story that I know how at the time I write it. I'm proud of everything I write, Erin. Are you?

"Your ranting is getting boring but whatever..."

Do you ever finish a sentence, Erin. Can you use another adjective other than boring. You use the word boring a lot. Out of the 20 bashing comments that you wrote on 20 of my 30 Valentine's story, you wrote the word boring on more than half those stories.

So, what's your game plan for the Earth Day contest? Are you planning on showing everyone the miserable person that you are by bashing all my stories, without even so much as reading them? You do know how to read, don't you?

I never should have allowed you to win the 2008 Survivor contest and this is the thanks that I get. I had that contest in the bag, but I stopped writing stories in December of 2008, after you sent me a PM begging me to allow you to win.

"My husband is out of work," you wrote. "We need the money to fix the car," you wrote. "I just had a baby," you wrote.

I still have your PM, Erin. I saved it. It was one of the longest things you've ever written here.

I thought you were my friend, albeit cyber friend and I stopped writing allowing you to win the 2008 Survivor Contest. You just have to look at my BOSTONFICTIONWRITER page in 2008 to see that it's true. I don't lie, Erin.

This is how you thank me, by attacking me and bashing my stories. How dare you? What's wrong with you? Who are you? How can you live with yourself?

I wish you luck in the contest, Erin. I'm not here to win the Survivor Contest. I'm here to write stories. I'm here to challenge myself, to grow, and to develop as a writer.

All you do is write 750-1,100 word nonsensical stories that no one wants to read, just for the sake of scoring a point in the Survivor Contest. Well, not only are you cheating readers from reading your story but also you're cheating yourself.

I've written more than 6 million words and have received more than 30 million hits. I've lost count actually. Those were my numbers from last year. How many words have you written, Erin. How many people have read your stories, Erin?

Why are you here, Erin, other than to win a lousy $500? Do you need the money that badly that you forsake everything else?

Now, you may call this a rant, Erin, but I call this your wake up call. I call this your much needed therapy.

You don't want to challenge me to a war of words, Erin. You'd lose. You're not in my league.

 

[SuperHeroRalph]

Thank you, but I've already eaten breakfast and I never eat...Spam.

 

[SuperHeroRalph]

topachtung.blogspot.com Search to google.

I've already reported you to Laurel.

 

[SuperHeroRalph]

Holy crap!

"Holy Crap!"

I can't believe it. As soon as I walked in here I knew there was something different. I could just feel it.

I brought my flashlight this time, as there are no lights. Everything is gone. Everything. All the Survivor furniture is gone. The whole place is empty.

"Oh, my God!"

The safe is wide open and empty. The money to pay the 2011 Survivor Contest winners is gone.

Either we've been robbed or (gulp) Crimson Maiden embezzled and took off running. Only, who do I call? Who do I tell? If I tell Laurel, she'll just say that she has nothing to do with the contest and that the contest is the responsibility of the moderator.

"This is nuts. I hate this."

Oh, gees, look at that. All the photos of the prior Survivor top five winners are gone, that is, except for my 3 photos. My photos are smashed to pieces. That's not right. She must have really hated me.

"Well, this really sucks."

There's no immunity thread for March. Where are we supposed to post our immunity, if we won an immunity? In the February immunity thread?

The new Survivor participants don't know where to look for an immunity. Not even given a scorecard, I dare say, they haven't even asked for an immunity number with having no moderator to help them through the process. That's not fair to them.

This place is so empty that there's even an echo.

"Hello?"

Did you hear that? That was my echo. There's nothing here but spiders. It was so nice before, a nice thread, almost as nice as Scouries thread.

"Oh, fuck, the big screen TV is gone and the Bose stereo, too. How in the Hell did she get the pool table out of here? Oh, and the piano is gone, too. Good God, she even took the carpeting. She took everything!"

Gees, she must have pulled up in a moving van to haul all this stuff away. Now, there's not even a place to sit. This is so sad, so very sad. I really liked this contest. It was fun. Now it's all in shambles.

I'd moderate this contest, I would, if they'd let me. And I wouldn't be grouchy in the way that Crimson gets when she yells at new players for not turning on their communication devices (lol).

I'd update the immunity thread and everyone's scorecard weekly. I would. I'd be happy to moderate this contest. It would be my pleasure.

I wonder if Literotica would furnish this Survivor thread or, at least, help me get everything back from Crimson to furnish it myself.

Hmm, what color should I paint the walls? Something bright, but I think the back wall should be an accent color and the other walls a bright red or orange. Forget the pool table, I'd put in a king sized Tempurpedic bed, so that I could, uhm, interview potential Survivor participants, if you know what I mean.

"Have a seat on my king size Tempurpedic bed and tell me why you'd like to play Survivor this year. You don't mind if I get comfortable, do you? It's so hot in here. You don't mind if I get naked, do you? Please feel free to get naked, too, so that we can, uhm, talk without the constant interference of clothes."

Ah, yeah, it would be so cool to moderate this contest. I have no idea why Crimson doesn't want to moderate this contest anymore. I don't get it. I can't believe she took all the contest money. Now what do I do? Even if I moderated the contest, what am I going to do for prize money?

Oh, I know, maybe Scouries will give me some of his make believe prizes that he passes out in his A. I. R. contest. By the time the winners realize their prize are nothing but, well, air, they'll be a new contest in place and the old one will be filed away in the archives. No one reads the archives. If you think this place is dusty and loaded with spiders, crawl through the archives some time.

Well, I have to figure out how to salvage this contest. Does anyone want to donate any prize money?

 

[SuperHeroRalph]

You know, I was just thinking...

If I was the Survivor moderator, I'd give Literotica tee shirts to everyone who played the game. Pink for the women and blue for the men.

It would have Literotica in big, bold print, along with that beautiful woman logo they have. Beneath that it would read, I'm A Survivor.

"Huh? What do you think?"

Also, I'd give everyone a Literotica baseball cap, a blue one for the men and a pink one for the girls. Although there may be some male players that would want a pink cap and some female players that would want a blue cap, if you know what I mean. I know, I'd let them pick their color. How's that?

Win or lose, I'd give everyone a Survivor goodie bag, just for playing the game. I'd give them a keychain of the Literotica woman logo, the one there, when you first open Literotica. Oh, and you have to have a Literotica Survivor contest mug, not a cheapo white one, but a blue or pink one with the words Survivor on one side and Literotica on the other, etch deep in the glass.

"Huh? What do you think?"

I'd get businesses to advertise right on the Survivor thread, so that I could have better prizes.

First place would win a Mini Cooper S or a Ford Mustang GT.

"Huh? What do you think? Yeah, now we're talking. Everyone would play this game. Yeah, baby."

I'm really liking this. I'd be the best moderator this contest ever had.

Let's see, 2nd place wins $5,000, 3rd place $2,500, 4th place $1,000, and 5th place $500.

Don't worry about the money. I know some people who know some people, if you know what I mean, capeche? Hey, I'm from Boston, the North End. We have a way of getting things done.

Furthermore, I'd have my pal, Big Louie watching over things to make sure we don't get robbed, if you know what I mean.

So, long as you don't mind advertisements pasted all over the place for Vinnie's Pool Parlor or Anthony's Strip Club or Julio's Night Club or Mario's Fine Italian Dining or Angelo's Pizza Parlor or Vito's Limousine. We'd have sponsors to up all the prizes for the winners. I'm really liking this idea.

"Does anyone else have some suggestions on how to improve the Survivor Contest?"

Yeah, definitely, we start by updating the immunity thread and the scorecards weekly. And I'd make sure players had scorecards on the day after they joined.

As moderator I'd insert the rule that your stories must be posted to your card within the week they posted on the board. Further, I'd make another rule that stories must be, at least, 1,500 words, an insurmountable amount for one certain player.

Well, if anyone has any suggestions on how to improve the game, you can post your thoughts here or write me, e-mail or PM, care of SuperHeroRalph, the new Survivor Contest moderator, soon, not yet, wanna be, possibly, we'll see. Wish me luck.

 

[YoursSINSerely]

The budinski, that I am, just posted March 9 numbers for the Immunity Contest over on the February thread.

I know Freddie is posting with his tongue firmly planted in his cheek, when he could have it planted deeply inside someone else, I mean inside someTHING else, but really, where is Crim? Even I am concerned.

I appreciate his humor, but this does seem to be a serious situation. Maybe the contest IS over before I begin. Why bother to write if there's no audience for it? And, I don't want to hear about how everyone writes for themselves. Bull crap! We all write because we like the exposure, the comments, the compliments, and the attention. Don't tell me you don't write a story and pass it off to someone else to read and ask, "What do you think?", then go back and make some changes. It's all about the audience.

 

[SuperHeroRalph]

All joking aside, I filed a missing person report and had the police put out an all points bulletin for Crimson Maiden.

Yeah, I know, how did I do that, when I don't know what she looks like? Well, I gave them the photo that's posted here, the one of her in her underwear. What else was I to do? I don't see any of you people doing anything. At least I'm trying to help.

She could be in horrible danger.

"Help! I'm in horrible danger."

Maybe she was kidnapped.

"Help! Let go of me you big brutes! My, my, you are both so strong and have so many muscles."

Maybe she fell and can't get up.

"Help! I fell and I can't get up."

Maybe her car went off the road, rolled over, she hit her head, and she's in a ditch somewhere.

"InStar, what's your emergency?"

"My car went off the road, rolled over, I hit my head, and I'm in a ditch somewhere."

"Sorry, but you didn't renew your membership, when it expired. Good-bye."

"Wait!"

Maybe she has amnesia and doesn't know who she is and no one knows who she is.

"Crimson! Wherever you are, bend over and flash them the back of your panties and the police will find you!"

I dunno what else to do? Does anyone know what happened to Crimson Maiden? Does anyone know what she looks like? Does anyone know if there's anything on TV tonight?

 

[Boxlicker101]

I guess the only way to find her is to go all over and sneak up behind women and raise their dresses or skirts and look at their panties until I see the right ones. I'll know her when I see her, but I will look at a lot of the wrong ones. I hope I don't get into any trouble doing that.

 

[SuperHeroRalph]

I guess the only way to find her is to go all over and sneak up behind women and raise their dresses or skirts and look at their panties until I see the right ones. I'll know her when I see her, but I will look at a lot of the wrong ones. I hope I don't get into any trouble doing that.

Ah, I knew I could count on you, George, for a solution.

You go ahead and lift up skirts and dresses and I'll wait for you way over here in the car with the video camera and zoom lens and the engine running.

Don't worry, when the police come, we'll take off, me in the car and you running (lol).

 

[Boxlicker101]

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Originally Posted by Boxlicker101
I guess the only way to find her is to go all over and sneak up behind women and raise their dresses or skirts and look at their panties until I see the right ones. I'll know her when I see her, but I will look at a lot of the wrong ones. I hope I don't get into any trouble doing that.

Ah, I knew I could count on you, George, for a solution.

You go ahead and lift up skirts and dresses and I'll wait for you way over here in the car with the video camera and zoom lens and the engine running.

Don't worry, when the police come, we'll take off, me in the car and you running (lol).

One problem that arises is that she might be wearing jeans or some other kind of pants. I will have to pull the women's pants down too, and that's harder to do. Oh, well, anything for Crim.

 

[SuperHeroRalph]

We may have found Crimson Maiden

Well, the latest on the Crimson Maiden mystery, going into week four of her disappearance, the police have rounded up tens of thousands of women from all over the country, who match Crimson's panty clad ass description. They've been busing them to Yankee Stadium in New York.

With so many women in one spot it looks like an American Idol audition or a free panyhose give-away. To be honest, I can't tell one panty clad ass from another. After a while, they all look the same to me, except for that guy over there, the one with the mustache. Yeah, him. Get that cross dresser out of here.

Wait, hold on. Now that I think of it, never having seen Crimson Maiden's face, for all I know, she may be a cross dresser. Does anyone know if Crimson is a cross dresser? Well, keep him here for now and put him with all the other cross dressers. Gees, how many are there? They're not all from England, are they?

We're going to need an expert in panty clad ass identification. Some say, he's a man that can spot an up skirt from a mile away. Some say, up until he was the age of 30-years-old, he stayed on his back on the floor at weddings and dances, just to peek up women's skirts. Some say, he is our true resident panty pervert.

He's called, Boxlicker.

Okay, Box, it's up to you to find Crimson in that field of panty clad asses. There must be one hundred thousand woman with more coming every hour. Do your best to find her, only no sniffing, no licking, and no touching, just look. I figure you can go through a thousand panties an hour. Pull those women aside who you think may be Crimson Maiden and allow the others to go home to their boyfriends, significant others, husbands, and in the case of the cross dressers wives or girlfriends.

We're all counting on you, Box, to find Crimson. I know you're up for the challenge. I know if anyone can find the right panties, it's you.

Good luck

 

[Boxlicker101]

Well, the latest on the Crimson Maiden mystery, going into week four of her disappearance, the police have rounded up tens of thousands of women from all over the country, who match Crimson's panty clad ass description. They've been busing them to Yankee Stadium in New York.

With so many women in one spot it looks like an American Idol audition or a free panyhose give-away. To be honest, I can't tell one panty clad ass from another. After a while, they all look the same to me, except for that guy over there, the one with the mustache. Yeah, him. Get that cross dresser out of here.

Wait, hold on. Now that I think of it, never having seen Crimson Maiden's face, for all I know, she may be a cross dresser. Does anyone know if Crimson is a cross dresser? Well, keep him here for now and put him with all the other cross dressers. Gees, how many are there? They're not all from England, are they?

We're going to need an expert in panty clad ass identification. Some say, he's a man that can spot an up skirt from a mile away. Some say, up until he was the age of 30-years-old, he stayed on his back on the floor at weddings and dances, just to peek up women's skirts. Some say, he is our true resident panty pervert.

He's called, Boxlicker.

Okay, Box, it's up to you to find Crimson in that field of panty clad asses. There must be one hundred thousand woman with more coming every hour. Do your best to find her, only no sniffing, no licking, and no touching, just look. I figure you can go through a thousand panties an hour. Pull those women aside who you think may be Crimson Maiden and allow the others to go home to their boyfriends, significant others, husbands, and in the case of the cross dressers wives or girlfriends.

We're all counting on you, Box, to find Crimson. I know you're up for the challenge. I know if anyone can find the right panties, it's you.

Good luck

A THOUSAND AN HOUR!!! Why such a hurry? How can I truly relish the variety of female asses if I just look at them so briefly?

Most of them I can pass up witout viewing. Crim's ass, especially in those lacy panties is so round, so firm, so fully packed. I could dismiss most of the possibilities. Most women would not be worth nvestigating, at least not for that purpose. That does NOT mean I wouldn't want to take a good, long look at some of them, but that would be a matter of being a dirty old man rather than an investigator.

 

[SuperHeroRalph]

Crimson's untimely demise

Well, you can't say I haven't tried to find her, when she went missing. You can't say I didn't try to save her, when she was kidnapped. You can't say I didn't try to identify her, after she hit her head and didn't know who she was.

Yet, I thought Boxlicker was the answer to finding her. Only, as if he's in a field of dreams, surrounded by tens of thousands of women in their panties, he'll be there for weeks, months, and years, I'm afraid. He's lost in a sea of cotton and nylon.

I just wanted to brace everyone to the fact that our beloved Crimson Maiden could be (gulp) dead. An untimely demise for such a loving and giving person, alas, we all must go sometime, some sooner than others.

"We're going to miss you, Crimson!"

Gees, now that she's gone, I always wondered why she called herself Crimson Maiden. Maybe she blushed a lot. Maybe she got her period a lot. Maybe she graduated from Harvard, my alma mater.

Nonetheless the significance of her name, she's gone, never to return.

"Poor Crimson."

Please, my I have a moment of silence in honor of Crimson Maiden.

Okay, let's get down to business. Please make all your checks payable to me, SuperHeroRalph, and mail them to Literotica, in care of me, SuperHeroRalph. I take cash, Pay Pal, money orders, debit cards, checks, credit cards, and anything of value, really, that I can pawn. I especially like diamonds and gold.

Trust me, all donations will make it to the hands of her survivor, her cat. Yes, Otto will be well taken care of by me with the generosity of your donations. This is not a time to be cheap folks. Open your pocketbooks and wallets, as big as your hearts.

Crimson Maiden is watching you from above or (gulp) below. Show Crimson how much you cared about her by giving big. Any donation more than $100 will receive a Crimson Maiden pencil. Donations more than a thousand dollars will receive an official Crimson Maiden baseball cap with her monogram, CM. Donations more than ten thousand dollars will receive Crimson Maiden's autographed panties.

Good-bye Crimson Maiden. We love you, kind of, a little bit, not really, not at all. We're going to miss you (sniff, sniff), kind of, a little bit, not really, not at all.

Okay, now that the broad is gone, about making me the moderator of Survivor. All in favor, please leave a post. No, that's not right.

All in favor of me moderating the Survivor Contest, don't leave any post. Yeah, that's it. By no one leaving a post on this thread, by the rules I just created, I'm automatically the Suvivor Contest moderator.

 

[YoursSINSerely]

Well, you can't say I haven't tried to find her, when she went missing. You can't say I didn't try to save her, when she was kidnapped. You can't say I didn't try to identify her, after she hit her head and didn't know who she was.

Yet, I thought Boxlicker was the answer to finding her. Only, as if he's in a field of dreams, surrounded by tens of thousands of women in their panties, he'll be there for weeks, months, and years, I'm afraid. He's lost in a sea of cotton and nylon.

I just wanted to brace everyone to the fact that our beloved Crimson Maiden could be (gulp) dead. An untimely demise for such a loving and giving person, alas, we all must go sometime, some sooner than others.

"We're going to miss you, Crimson!"

Gees, now that she's gone, I always wondered why she called herself Crimson Maiden. Maybe she blushed a lot. Maybe she got her period a lot. Maybe she graduated from Harvard, my alma mater.

Nonetheless the significance of her name, she's gone, never to return.

"Poor Crimson."

Please, my I have a moment of silence in honor of Crimson Maiden.

Okay, let's get down to business. Please make all your checks payable to me, SuperHeroRalph, and mail them to Literotica, in care of me, SuperHeroRalph. I take cash, Pay Pal, money orders, debit cards, checks, credit cards, and anything of value, really, that I can pawn. I especially like diamonds and gold.

Trust me, all donations will make it to the hands of her survivor, her cat. Yes, Otto will be well taken care of by me with the generosity of your donations. This is not a time to be cheap folks. Open your pocketbooks and wallets, as big as your hearts.

Crimson Maiden is watching you from above or (gulp) below. Show Crimson how much you cared about her by giving big. Any donation more than $100 will receive a Crimson Maiden pencil. Donations more than a thousand dollars will receive an official Crimson Maiden baseball cap with her monogram, CM. Donations more than ten thousand dollars will receive Crimson Maiden's autographed panties.

Good-bye Crimson Maiden. We love you, kind of, a little bit, not really, not at all. We're going to miss you (sniff, sniff), kind of, a little bit, not really, not at all.

Okay, now that the broad is gone, about making me the moderator of Survivor. All in favor, please leave a post. No, that's not right.

All in favor of me moderating the Survivor Contest, don't leave any post. Yeah, that's it. By no one leaving a post on this thread, by the rules I just created, I'm automatically the Suvivor Contest moderator.

You lose, Ralphie!

I also see that you have Box too busy to enter any more stories into the contest. Good plan!

Now, who else can you eliminate from your competition? Go down through the list of scorecards and make your mark. I'm sure Louie and Sal can help you out. They have ways to find people. Leave me alone, though. It's a big river and I'm just a small fish in it. They'll never find me and I move around a lot.

 

[SuperHeroRalph]

Thank you

I'd like to thank all those who sent their donations in memory of Crimson Maiden to help support her cat, Rex, er, I mean, Otto, of course.

"Nice kitty. Ralph, put the cat down. You're getting dog slobber all over her fur."

Your Crimson Maiden pencils, hats, and autographed panties will be going out soon.

Crimson would be happy to know that her cat, Otto, will be well cared for in our new home in Bali.

For those of you who haven't sent in your donations, please do. It's for a good cause.

You can send your money to SuperHeroRalph, care of Literotica.

Thanks,

SHR

 

[SuperHeroRalph]

THIS SPACE FOR RENT

If interested in renting this space, please inquire by sending a PM to SuperHeroRalph.

This space was once used for the 2011 now defunct Survivor Off Topic & Chatting Thread.

Slightly used. Can make for a good dance hall.

 

[SuperHeroRalph]

Apparently, by her unexplained absence, now going on week 5, Crimson Maiden is no longer interested in moderating the Survivor Contest.

I'd hate to make this a personal issue but maybe because I'm leading the contest again, she doesn't want to have any part in me winning this contest, even if only moderating it.

If that's the case, I'd think about withdrawing my name and not participating in the 2011 Survivor Contest.

Well, after giving it some long, heart wrenching, and soulful thought, I decided that I'm going to remain in the 2011 Survivor Contest, that is, if there is still one.

I checked the rules and I didn't see anything about a moderator disappearing. I feel bad about those new people who never participated in the contest and who would like to play.

I suggest, even if you don't have a scorecard to pick your immunity number by making a post in the February immunity thread. That way, your number should be retro active, when Crimsom Maiden returns, some time after January 2012.

I heard a rumor that she was vacationing in Japan and was swimming in the ocean when...oh, God, I just saw a body wash up on shore. Do you remember the little girl wearing the red coat in Shindler's List. Well, this woman was wearing a pair of panties that looked a bit like Crimson Maiden's panties.

Okay, I apologize for making light of a bad situation in Japan, but let's face it. We're all going to die anyway, some sooner than later. Two of their nuclear reactors are melting and letting off a radioactive gas cloud. Let's hope it hangs over Washington, DC.

Don't forget, December 21, 2012, it just around the corner. If I were you, I would bother Christmas shopping that year. Oh, and don't bother filling up your car with gas either. Don't even bother paying mortgages, car payments, or credit cards. What for?

Is there another moderator in the house? Can someone else step in, where Crimson Maiden left off? Where's Lauren Hynde, when you really need her?