Dork of the RingsPosted in 2006, Feature Films
It began with the forging of the Dork-mart Credit Cards.
Three were given to the Elfises, musical, good-looking…flashiest of all beings. Five were given to the Dweeb Lords, great programmers and porn surfers in their parents’ basements. And four were bestowed upon the race of guys, who above all others, love to buy stuff. But they were all suckers.
In the land of Lardor, in the stuffy offices of Bank Boom, the Dark Executive of Dork-mart, Lord Mauron, forged a Master Card…er, a Master Ring, to control all others. Circular credit. Endless in its power.
Ummm. Suffice it to say that the story goes on like that for a while. In the end, The One Ring came into the possession of a drunken Throbbit named Bobo Buggins who, upon finding it, stuck it down his trousers next to his ‘precious.’ And so the fate of Muddle-Earth came to rest in the crotch of a twit.
Sunday, Sept 3 at 1:00 AM in the Learning Center, immediately following the Parody and Fan Film shorts block.