Proclaimer of Christ: I didst view Harry Potter this past weekend, and there was no VDT trailer in front of it. Howsoever, it mayst be that thy theater shalt be different, I know not.

Runs onto the forum, holding his eyes shut, accidentally stepping into Ditto Town for a second before diving through the fountain, sorry Bob, and showing up the Monastery's wishing well. Jumps out, panting

The Spoilers are everywhere! Gahhh. Fox decided to dam up the spoilers for all those months I was a member of the Lair, then I transfer over to a monk and they open the flood gates! Not fair .

Oops I hath forgotten to speaketh in the old tongue. My apologies friends. On a good note, the Lair seemeth to have giveth up on attacking us. Must be because they knoweth what my silly string skills can do to them.

*ventures into the Monastery for the first time*

Greetings! I come from the League of the Extraordinarily Spoiled Rotten Masterminds. Do not fear; I am a peaceful minion. I wanted to duck in and say hello to all the monks in this thread. Just think; in roughly 17 days your spoiler-free ways will be fulfilled as you behold the next Narnia movie in the great Narnia saga. I can't wait.

Thank you MountainFireflower for your encouraging words , I personally, am nigh upon my death resisting these juicy spoilers I see on the the movie news page.

Lady Wanderer, I have totally lost track of the score. I think you're winning.

MountainFireflower, it is very refreshing to find such a gracious minion. Perhaps you can impart some of your courtesy into your fellow minion.

Right now, I am grateful for my lack of TV and movie theaters. I am having very little trouble avoiding spoilers.

*puts on blindfold* Why thank thee, Dryad of the Rose Trees! I shall be needing this, for the spoilers tempteth me every time I visit the NarniaWeb homepage.

Yes Joe, I'm afraid the spoilers art everywhere. These next few weeks shall test us, friends, in ways we perhaps cannot yet imagine. But we must stand strong! Let us not abandon our noble ways now!

And hello Fireflower! Do bring my well wishes back to thy fellow minions.

*goes to watch the ping pong game* I see that there art more than one Wanderer in this fine Monastery? Lady Wanderer, doth thou think it suitable that I should come up with some other monkish-sounding name for myself, so that the rest of these fine monks doth not confuse us?

Really? I'm winning? That's cool! *ist now of the impression that virtual ping-pong is the best thing ever*

*does a marshwiggle impression* Though, I shouldn't wonder if we're invaded by dragons who wilt eat all the spare balls and take a nap in the middle of the table, thus smashing it and dooming the match to never ending just after ye score the point or two to needed to tie the game...

'Tis probably MountainFireflower's avvy that madest me think of that. Dost thou suppose dragons would even like ping pong balls? I wouldst think they wouldst like cookies instead.

Wanderer of a Silver hue, I dost commend thee for thy consideration of the other monks. I likest thy current title very much. For myself, I believe a little bit of confusion ist a good thing, encouraging careful reading of context and so on. But if thou so desirest a new title, that's cool too. Perchance the other monks ought to weigh in the matter as well.

Thank you to Katana, winty, and Lady Silver the Wanderer. It is indeed refreshing to meet such gracious monks!

'Tis probably MountainFireflower's avvy that madest me think of that. Dost thou suppose dragons would even like ping pong balls? I wouldst think they wouldst like cookies instead.

Oh dear, I didn't think to change my avvy before I came in here; it is somewhat spoilerish, I'm afraid. Being a minion can make you forgetful of such things. Well, at least my signature is free of spoilers, perhaps you can gaze at that instead!

I'm not sure about the dragons, but I do know that I like cookies. Perhaps you may not be opposed to me sharing some? *holds out a plate* They are spoiler-free, I assure you.

In sooth, it warmeth mine heart greatly to see thee just as peaceful as thou wast upon entering thy minionhood, Fireflower of the Mountain. Thou art indeed welcome within these hallowed halls. Hath thee a biscotti.

Verily, I doth not mind the similarity between the titles of the Silv'ry Wanderer and the Lady of Wandering, because we all knoweth—*cough*—that I am not easily confused.

As the Blessed Event approacheth, methinks it may be time to think of noble endeavors such as eating competitions and questing. Since I wish to remain a somewhat slender dryad (or at least, hath no desire to speed the ruin which mine deep and abiding love for biscotti hath brought upon me ), it is the business of questing with which mine mind is primarily occupied.

There art two things that hath I been ruminating upon as of late:

One, that it is a most dreadful state of affairs as spoilers caper unrestrained among these once peaceful lands, causing chaos for all except those inside the haven of the Monastery, and even the monks must be on their guard.

Two, methinks the the ambrosial cappuccino just might possibly be improved upon if we hath the marshmallows that art jumbo to plonketh on top.

But of course not just any marshmallows art holy and pure enough for the aromatic, harmonizing and karmonizing brew that be Monastery™ cappuccino. I hath heard tell that on a distant mountain peak, west of the Monastery, groweth a very ancient and hallowed tree of silver bark and golden leaves. The legends that speak of it say that it beareth the most ethereal and resplendent marshmallow known to mortals. So pure and sweet are they, the dreaded spoiler dissolves in their beatific presence. They art extra-extra jumbo sized, too!

It is mine desire to partake in a quest to find this sacred tree, to pick a goodly number of its fruit, and bringeth them back to the good Monastery before the Blessed Event hath cometh so all the monks might dunketh them in their cappuccino.

Now, some of ye may say, what about the terrible spoilers and spoiler-spitting dragons that art ravaging the good lands about the Monastery? Fear not, mine friends. I hath mine blindfold (very stylish!), and wilt be taking a seeing eye goat named Etiteppa as my guide through the spoiler-ridden territories. Nothing couldst go wrong, right?

I wilt leave the good walls of this good Monastery soon to depart on mine quest. Any monk who wisheth to accompany me on this great and marshmallowy undertaking is very welcome indeed! It be not necessary to be blindfolded or led by a goat, though, to cometh along. I wilt probably bangeth into enough trees and cliff faces and vending machines for the whole party as it is.

*Goes to find leash for Etiteppa*

Ah, Dryad of the Rose Tree, I should love to join you. Therefor, I proclaim The Lady Wanderer to be the winner and hand over my extra balls and my paddle to Joe. If I remember correctly, he challanged the winner.
Perhaps I might have a blindfold for the quest, Lady Wanderer? I am rather partial to navy blue, if you have one in that color.
I am afraid I don't have a seeing eye goat (that made me laugh really hard, by the way ), but I do have a seeing eye dog (whom some claim is more of a horse than a dog; he's 90lbs).

I doest indeed have a navy blue blindfold! *ist currently wearing it* Thou art welcome to it, Life of Winter, and I shalt change into one in a charming shade of robin's egg blue with hydrangeas and butterflies.

*puts down her paddle as well and wriggles out of the match* (Unless thee would like to try playing on the quest, Joe? I wouldst not disappoint thee but I am most easily distracted by questing and edibles.) Verily, I wouldst fain accompany y'all questing for giant marshmallows for I hath heard they are most wonderful in hot chocolate as well. Ambrosia in marshmallow form... Mmmmmmmmmm.

*picks up her sturdy staff and heads to the kitchen for a double handful of fresh chocolate chip cookies to stuff in the pockets of her robe* I doth believe a jar of marmalade will not go amiss either...

I shalt be ready in a jiffy, and if I am ready before the other members of this most excellent of adventures I shalt pass the time profitably by meditating upon Mountain Fireflower's beautiful and fitting signature.

I shalt also try one of these 'spoiler free' cookies. Ist that something like 'sugar free' or 'gluten free' perchance? Or ist that a reassurance that no image or idea hath been baked inside?

I hath a new distracting device to keep mine eyes away from the Spoiler. I hath succeeding in repelling most Spoilers, saving those of the officially released theatrical trailers and one TV spot that wast on (recognized little that wasn't not in the trailers). But in this wave of an onslaught of many Spoilers, I hath much work to do that shalt keep mine eyes away and eliminate the temptations. Mine homework load for my last week of school is immense as I prepare for a semester ending presentation that shalt make or break my grade.

But more importantly is the news of the book that I hath written. Mine publisher hath just sent me thine edits and I shalt review them over the glorious holiday known to many as Thanksgiving. My first quick run through hast seen nothing of concern so I expect to have a very small list of changes for them to make. Then it shalt go into cover design and releasal in just a matter of weeks or less.

Very well, Silv'ry Wanderer I shall remain. Thank thee, Lady Wanderer for allowing me to share in this fine title.

What is this? A journey through dangerous, spoilous lands in search of jumbo-sized marshmallowy goodness? Say no more, good monks, and counteth me in! I hath been yearning for a quest for some time now. Let's see. What shall I bringeth? My cloak, some rope, some spoiler repellent (extra strong ), and a first aid kit in the unfortunate case of injury. And because I lack either a seeing-eye goat or dog, I shall ride my horse and trust that she knoweth well enough to take me in the right direction. Her name is Sandy.

Greeting good monks. Slipping by to wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving.
I regret my absence, but have been swamped, ( no pun intended, really ) at the wig-wam with chores, and weather proofing for winter.
I hope to continue the wandering way of the middle when finished. Good wishes to all.

I would like to wish you all a very Unhappy Griping Day.
(That's Villain-ese for Happy Thanksgiving.) May it be the worst (i.e. best) day of your lives.

~Riella