Something about a Farmville Resistance just screams awesome.
I can see it now...
The world of 2030 is a bleak place. The once fertile fields of Facebook have become nothing more than barren wastelands, sparsely populated by the occasional farming bot. On rare occasions they would wander into one another and request help building something, or offer an animal. Deep underground, the resistance is working hard, led by the refugees from the Great Collapse of WoW, struggling to take back the world of the internet.
A lone woman strides through the tunnels of the sanctuary, a package in her hands. She approaches a steel door set into the stone.
"What's the password, teacake?"
"C'mon, Pold. It's just us down here. Do I really have to say it?"
"What's the password? No exceptions."
teacake sighs. "Redheads are awesome."
The steel door creaked as it swung upon its hinges, revealing a large cavern filled with computers, servers, and other equipment giving off a gentle hum. "Welcome back to FAP."
The woman waltzed in, then turned around and presented the package to Poldaran. "I brought Cranberry Orange cookies."
Edited, Dec 14th 2010 3:30pm by IDrownFish