SPECIAL EASTER EGG PAGE

I created this thing as a template, both to test the layout for the proper page and to make it easier to add entries. I couldn't bear to delete it, and thus Bob gets to be a hidden (or not so hidden, if you're using an old browser or Lynx) joke for the curious. Please do not give away the game to those who haven't found him...and do not attempt to vote for Bob. (Don, this means you.)

The real entries are here.

Bob the Liger

Height:	13.3 meters
Length:	42.7 meters
Depth:	0.0 meters
Weight:	666.2 tons
Max Speed:	DONT TOUCH THIS

Weapons/Equipment: Scribbleything Boosters, Pointed Clawthings, Strike Laser Stickfoot x4, Laser Stickfang x2, Angry Googly Eye x2

Story: One day, there was a helpless little stickliger. His village was getting burned by three-dimensional bandits, which is a very stressful thing when you only exist in two dimensions. While this had often raised questions in his young mind about how it was possible for stickligers to show signs of perspective (that is, be drawn from different angles), be sold on sticks, or even coexist with three-dimensional creatures, he'd never had time to dwell on his existential angst until now, this dark time in his soul. For surely those bandits were part of the New Neo Digald Backdraft, and they had come to steal the ancient changing armor of the greatest stickligers of days past.

So, our little unnamed stickliger rushed to the center of the village, where the armor was stored along with their stashes of mechanical pencils and various illegal drugs (Perhaps why the bandits were attacking in the first place? No, now was not a time to dwell on that) and their elders. He begged the oldest stickliger to let him use the armor, to let him face their properly-drawn foes with the power of the great scribbleything boosters and pointed clawthings, but the elder told him only the pure of heart and the recently tragically orphaned could wield it.

"Well, I think I'm pure of heart, or at least papery," the little stickliger answered. "And as for orphaned-"

He looked back on the plane to his parents' house, which was presently stepped on by the three-dimensional creature. "That counts, doesn't it?"

"Good enough," the stickelder said. "Now go warp some dimensions and kick some ass. I dub your new form...Bob the Liger!"

And so Bob sallied forth, scribbleything boosters blazing with the power only a laser mouse and a wobbly hand can provide. The three-dimensional creature roared, charged...and was cut in two by a great swipe of the pointed clawthings, falling to earth in a series of curly line-clouds. Bob had won, but most of his village was gone...saddened, he took to wandering the universe, slipping between barriers in dimension and sanity to wherever he was needed most.