Dragon Warrior

Heh. Well, there's more where that came from. I have Episode 2 in the production right now. expect it in a few hours or so.

Goatman won the poll. You may already know that. But the fact is, I've made it and you may see it here: [URL=http://www.otakuboards.com/showthread.php?threadid=13310]Click![/URL] Enjoy! Kobra and Lamb will return this August.

Thanx, Aries ^^ Just stuff I thought up. Now then, Episode Two will have Arch Nemesis as the bad guy so watch out for his crazy antics on trying to find out what Goatman's ONLY WEAKNESS is and use it. Crazy, isn't he? You posted twice by the way.

Ah yes. It's here. You voted. I tallied. I got the vote as Goatman. Now enjoy your top choice for the next Disasterpuiece Theatre production! [SIZE=4]GOATMAN[/SIZE] [SIZE=3]Episode 1[/SIZE] [SIZE=3]"Enter the Goat"[/SIZE] Narrator Guy: Welcome to Goatman blah, blah, blah? Ahem. I am the narrator of this piece of crap found in a dumpster outside of Howie?s Pizza Place. God this is a terrible idea for a show! Who in the right mind would enjoy it. Might as well narrate now. I have no choice. (sighs) Now for the interesting part of the show! We find our hero [ahem?] stopping a terrible crime from happening? Goatman: I?ve found you and stopped you! Your done for! Villain: Darn it all! Goatman: You slime ball. What were you thinking? I knew it was you all along, Worrywart. Worrywart: How did you know it was me? I mean, really. Get with the facts here. There?s about 1000 villains in Town Town. Goatman: Well, I? Worrywart: Just as I thought. (crosses arms and points nose upward) Goatman: That?s it. I?m going to kick your can! (leaps at Worrywart) Worrywart: Oh no! He?ll mess up my hair! (gets beaten up) Narrator: Later, after the police arrive? Man, this show is boring! Goatman: Take that evil doer. I never want to see your face doing crime again. Worrywart: How about my body doing crime? Goatman: Oh, I don?t see the harm in that. Worrywart: Excellent. Police: C?mon, you. Your going to a place where you?ll see lots of crime doers. The park! They have a new swing set. Then we?ll take you to jail. Worrywart: Jail? They?ll beat me up there! I?m too cool to go! What if the toilets flood and drowned us or tigers rip us apart or? (takin? off in the police car heading for the park) Goatman: Phew! What a day. Back home I go. But no pudding. It?s my ONLY WEAKNESS. Narrator: Good idea, Goatman. But wait! There?s a shadowy figure in the tree laughing. Curious. Shadowy Figure in tree: Muhahahahaha! I now know Goatman?s ONLY WEAKNESS and with the power of using his ONLY WEAKNESS, I can destroy him and do my evil deeds. come General Wes. (falls out of tree) General Wes: Right sir. (falls out of tree and lands on shadowy figure in a tree now not so shadowy and not in a tree) Shadowy Figure that?s not so shadowy and not in a tree: ( stands up) This plan will be a true success, General Wes. General Wes: Yes, sir. Shadowy Fig-OH FORGET IT!: We will become masters of evil! And we shall destroy Goatman or my name isn?t ARCH NEMISIS! (lightning flashes in the background as Arch Nemesis laughs evilly) Arch Nemesis: Where did that lightning come from? General Wes: Got me, sir. Arch Nemesis: Well it isn?t raining. It?s kind of odd for it just to flash like that. General Wes: Maybe some city lights flashed. Arch Nemesis: I suppose, but keep a sharp eye out for odd lights, General Wes. General Wes: Right, sir. Narrator: Later on in that very day, Arch and General Wes take a short walk through the park to see the new swing set when they laid eyes on Goatman! Arch Nemesis: (walks over and grabs his eyes which were on top of Goatman. He then puts them in) That?s better. WOWZA! There?s Goatman! A perfect chance, don?t you agree, General Wes? General Wes: Yes, sir. Arch Nemesis: In fact, I?m so proud of myself, let?s have a good laugh. A good evil laugh. General Wes: A good evil laugh, sir? Arch Nemesis: Yes, General Wes. A good evil laugh. Narrator: And so they laughed evilly and quite impressively. Arch Nemesis: Muhahahahaha! General Wes: Muhahahaha! Arch Nemesis: MUHAHAHAHAA! General Wes: MUHAHAHAHA! Arch Nemesis: MU- General Wes: Uh? sir? Arch Nemesis: What is it, General Wes? General Wes: He got away while we were laughing. Arch Nemesis: Who did? General Wes: Goatman. Arch Nemesis: Goat-wha? General Wes: Ya know. The person we?ve been trying to destroy? Arch Nemesis: Oh yeah! That guy. Well? WHAT? HE ESCAPED. General Wes: (sighs) Yes, sir. He escaped. Arch Nemesis: Curses! We must find him! Narrator: And so, those two guys went off to their secret headquarters to plot. And while we wait for them to get there, here?s a commercial break from Jabroni productions. Boy riding bike: This is fun! Girl riding bike: But only because we?re eating Trix cereal! (Suddenly, a guy rides beside them with a nice Harley) Boy riding bike: Wow. He?s cool. He deserves some Trix. Girl riding bike: Why the heck would he deserve Trix for just being cool? Boy riding bike: Umm? Biker: (hits tree and it reveals the rabbit) Kids: (stop bikes) It?s the rabbit! Rabbit: (points a gun at the kids) Still think it?s just for kids? Give me all your Trix. Narrator: Okay! That was a little strange so we cut short. Last time we tape a commercial live? Now then, when we last left Goatman, he ran from Arch Nemesis and General Wes who went to their secret base to plan evil plots! Ooo? (throws script) God, this is trash. Arch Nemesis: Well, General Wes, I have figured out where Goatman is and now I shall use this brainwashing machine to brainwash him and make him stupid enough for me to put him in a net so I can take him back to my base, have a tea party and then toss pudding on him for his demise. General Wes: Why not just toss pudding on him when you brainwash him? Arch Nemesis: Really, General Wes, do you have to think of everything simple? Where?s the fun in that. Now for the brainwashing. (takes out the brainwashing machine) General Wes: Where did you get that? Arch Nemesis: I bought it. General Wes: Where can you find a brainwashing machine? Arch Nemesis: At JC Pennies. General Wes: That?s a clothing store. Arch Nemesis: It has other items and good prices might I add. Now down to business! To the Nemesis-mobile! (they hop in the car and move at 3 MPH) Arch Nemesis: We?re making record time now. Narrator: Uh oh. Better look out Goatman. Here comes Arch Nemesis! Slowly but surely! Arch Nemesis: Ah forget it! (They leap out of the car and run instead) Narrator: Later, where Goatman was found shopping in JC Pennies? General Wes: (pops up from behind a sweater rack) Look there, sir! Arch Nemesis: (has a bra obscuring his vision) I?M BLIND! (moves the bra) Oh. Hey! There?s Goatman! And he?s shopping! General Wes: But the thing is, he?s about to try on that new cape sir. And we can attack him with the pud- Arch Nemesis: Genius! We can see his real identity and make everyone hate him so he will soon be so sad he?d want me to throw the pudding on him! Hahahah! General Wes: Not only will the people probably not be mad, but why not just throw the pudding on him as he changes? Arch Nemesis: (taps finger on arm) There you go again. Always taking the easy way. Narrator: At that moment, Goatman walked into the changing room with a red cape. Arch Nemesis: Now?s our chance. (Runs up to the changing room and breaks down the door) Narrator: Oh no! What will happen next? Will Arch finally see who Goatman really is? Will they ever use the brainwashing machine. And will those underpants on sale ever sell with that great of a deal again? Find out after this Jabroni production commercial BREAK! Announcer: He?s played Soccer. He?s played Basketball. He?s even played baseball and football. And he?s a freakin? canine. That?s right. Airbud?s back? unfortunately. And he?s going PRO! Boy: Come on, Air Bud! Take Stone Cold out! He?s a wuss! Wrestling Announcer: What a show. We?ve never seen a dog in pro wrestling before! And let?s just say this match is not going to the dogs. Boy: (winces as Buddy gets the crap beaten out of him) C?mon, Bud! Give him the chair! Buddy: (gets tossed into the floor and stomped on) Boy: Uh? (tears come from his eyes) I don?t think Buddy made it? I?ll never get over this? ? Dad: Who wants ice cream? Boy: Oh boy! (jumps up and runs off) Announcer: That?s right. Air Bud in [SIZE=4] Air Bud Goes Pro! [/SIZE] [SIZE=1]No dogs were harmed in this film except for Buddy, Buddy?s double, Buddy?s stunt double, Buddy?s stunt double?s double, Buddy again, Buddy?s lawyer, Buddy?s attorney, Buddy?s agent, Buddy?s kidney, Buddy a third time, Buddy?s son, his wife, his grandmother, and George Washington.[/SIZE] This has been a Jabroni production Narrator: (stuffing his face) Oh God I love Cheesy Wheezy Puffs. (sees film rolling) Oh! And we?re back! Last we left off, Arch Nemesis just stormed down the door of the changing room. What will happen next. We must read on even if it?s terribly boring? Arch Nemesis: Ah HA! Now I have you? you? lady. Lady: You sick pervert! (smacks him with a purse and he flies into a clothing rack) General Wes: (walks up) Best try the brainwashing machine, sir. Arch Nemesis: Good idea, General Wes. (Is hanging by a bra on the rack which is around him like a lady) Umm? could you help me down? Goatman: (walks out of the changing room next to the one broken into) Not my color. Arch Nemesis: Ah HA! Now I?ve got you, Goatman! Goatman: (taps his shoulder) Arch Nemesis: What? Oh. (turns around so he?s facing Goatman) Now I?m got you, Goatman! Goatman: I don?t think so! Arch Nemesis: I do. Haha! (leaps at Goatman) Goatman: (kicks Arch Nemesis and grabs the brainwashing machine) Arch Nemesis: It doesn?t matter now. I know your ONLY WEAKNESS. Egad! Why does the writer put ?ONLY WEAKNESS? in capital letters? Goatman: Beats me. Arch Nemesis: Oh well. I know your ONLY WEAKNESS and it?s- Goatman: (drops the brainwashing machine and it fires on Arch and General Wes. They soon forget the weakness. What are the chances of that?) Arch Nemesis: It?s? it?s custard? No. Door hinge? No. Umm? I?ll get back to you on that. Narrator: And so, Arch Nemesis and General Wes run back to the secret base in which to plan what his ONLY WEAKNESS is. What luck for Goatman. Goatman: You said it. Narrator: Yeah. Whatever. Later that day? again? Arch Nemesis: Argh! I can?t remember what the ONLY WEAKNESS is. And not only that, but I can?t remember where I left my favorite toy truck! General Wes: I?m sure it?s around here somewhere, sir. Arch Nemesis: Your right, General Wes. I?m sure it?s around here somewhere. Like under these papers that read ?ONLY WEAKNESS: Pudding?. Hmm? HEY! I was right. Now I just have to find his ONLY WEAKNESS. Maybe it?s behind one of the thousands of papers all around my base that read ?ONLY WEAKNESS: Pudding.? Ah well. THE END This show as brought to you by the people that made Monster Pets. They?re cute, cuddly, and destructive. Every child should have one. And every parent should give them one? IF THEY KNOW WHAT?S GOOD FOR ?EM. So, get cute, cuddly and destructive with MONSTER PETS!

Sorry Rico. That doesn't do. I went back to Prima after I talked to the guard and went in the first inn and up the stairs. There was nobody up there. So I went to the second inn in Prima and there wasn't even an upstairs there. This is tough O.o

[IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/dwarrior/files/BehindTheWoolLogo.gif.swf[/IMG] The title says pretty much it all. I thought it'd be nice for the fans to get a treat like this. They should know the real Kobra and Lamb and how I came up with this magnificent duo of comedy! Here's the story. It started back probably a year or 2 ago when I had just met a new internet buddy named Desert_Shadow (some may know him from Otakuboards and Otaku itself). At first, he helped me with my art because he was the bomb at it (probably still is). But enough about that, we usually made a time every now and then to meet in my website's chatroom. No one else came at that time so it'd just be a good time for us to talk about the art and ideas we had. (I even told him some funny stories I made up in my mind at that split second). My nickname back then was Kobra. Everywhere I signed up I was Kobra and so I entered the chatroom as Kobra. He entered as Desert_Shadow, but just to goof off, he changed his name to Lamb. Then, we began something we called the Kobra and Lamb Show (or at least taht's what I called it) and we started to act like Kobra and Lamb were characters in a cartoon show. We did the show right in the chatroom! Now here's a treat. I copied the episode for later uses and I'm posting it right here for your enjoyment. It doesn't make much sense and I had to change the spelling errors, but it was just goofing off. At least you can still get the plot down: [B]Warning:[/B] It's in chatroom form. I was Kobra. Desert was Lamb. And the doctor in the end was me as well. ENJOY! [SIZE=3]The Kobra and Lamb Show[/SIZE] [SIZE=1]Original Episode 1[/SIZE] Lamb> *whistling* Lamb> *yawns* Kobra> *Flying a spaceship* Lamb> Its a bright day out here. Kobra> *crashes down* Lamb> A little noisy. Kobra> BOOM!!!!! Kobra> Ow? Lamb> Wha- what was that!? Lamb> I'll go see. Kobra> That hurt? Lamb> *leaves bedroom* Lamb> *runs downstairs* Kobra> Oooo? Lamb> *leaves house* Kobra> My head? Lamb> Whoa! Out in the field! Kobra> I'm ok.. Kobra> Ow? Lamb> *runs across* Kobra> Maybe not. Lamb> Oh my! Kobra> Oh ow. Lamb> What happened? Kobra> Oh ow. Kobra> Lamb! Lamb> My property! All ruined! Kobra> My spaceship crashed. Lamb> But its you! Kobra> Yes. Lamb> Thank goodness your ok, Kobra. Kobra> HA! Lamb> What planet were you heading to this time? Kobra> Well? Kobra> ? it started a long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away? Kobra> ... Kobra> ?some other junk too. Lamb> I see the National Space Corps just promoted you, judging by that new shiny badge. Kobra> Yeah? Kobra> But! Kobra> That doesn't matter. Kobra> Bambi matters. Lamb> Oh. Lamb> I see. Kobra> Poor Bambi.. Kobra> Haha. Kobra> Who cares. Lamb> His mom died. I saw. Kobra> NO! Kobra> NO! You don't say! Kobra> Not Bambi! Lamb> You were up in space when it happened. Kobra> NO! Kobra> *starts crying* Kobra> Well? Kobra> ? now i will do something. Lamb> What? Kobra> Something brave. Lamb> Really? Kobra> Something stupid. Lamb> Wow. Kobra> Yes. Kobra> Come lamb. Kobra> Sjdji hjds dew! Lamb> I'm ready.... for anything. Kobra> Sjdk diojkd jdk dew Kobra> OK? Lamb> I... I ... I don't understand. Kobra> Let's go. Lamb> Ok Lamb> *follows* Kobra> Jdjfj jsf dew. Kobra> *walks into a tree Lamb> Ummm... Lamb> *walks into a tree too* Kobra> Ow? Kobra> Anyways? Kobra> ? what else happened here when I was gone in space? Lamb> Well.. lots actually. Kobra> No! Kobra> Say no more! Kobra> We are on this path.... Kobra> to go to KFC! Kobra> Yum! Lamb> *stops suddenly* Lamb> Ah! Kobra> Haha! Lamb> Now you speak my language! Kobra> Gotta eat! Kobra> Jshd? Lamb> First lunch, then heroic acts. Kobra> *eats* Kobra> Now that? Kobra> ? That was good. Lamb> *gobbles everything in sight* Kobra> Yum! Lamb> Oops! There goes my fork! Lamb> Oh well! Kobra> BURP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lamb> Ohhh.... yuck! Kobra> *world shakes* Kobra> Sorry. Lamb> *topples over* Kobra> My bad. Kobra> Let?s be off. Lamb> *clears throat* Kobra> *walks* Kobra> Now to business. Lamb> *follows* Kobra> TOOT! Lamb> Anyway, as I was saying? Kobra> Oops. Kobra> My bad. Lamb> *plugs nose and continues* Kobra> Again. Lamb> That?s ok. Lamb> Now, ath i wath thaying- Kobra> FART!!!!!!!! Kobra> Yuck. Kobra> That one will hang around. Lamb> Hehe! I'm invincible with my nothe plug! Kobra> Bad burrito! Kobra> Now anyway? Kobra> ... Lamb> The kengdom hath been attackthed by the orcth Kobra> Wha? Lamb> Many, many, orcth. Kobra> Djsj? Kobra> Hmmmmm? Lamb> We, thinkth the rayen people are responthable. Kobra> *gets hit by comet* Lamb> To defend? Kobra> Ow. Kobra> Darn Martians? Lamb> What the.. where?d that come from? Lamb> Oh well? Kobra> They are angry because I set a bomb. Lamb> The smell is gone. Kobra> Blew up their planet! Lamb> *unplugs nose* Lamb> Ah. Kobra> CRY BABIES! Kobra> *gets hit by another* Lamb> Hehe! I agree. Kobra> Ow? Kobra> Is a cracked skull good? Kobra> Anyways? Kobra> Haha! Kobra> Dumb aliens! Lamb> Those comets must be small... Kobra> Dumb! Kobra> No. Kobra> Car size. Lamb> Oh, about when did you attack them? Kobra> Hehe. Kobra> It started back in... Lamb> How far back? Kobra> Wait! Lamb> ... Kobra> I hate flash backs. Lamb> Oh.... Kobra> They make me nocuous. Lamb> They don't to me.... Kobra> So it was 1998... Lamb> Oh my! Kobra> Yes. Lamb> That?s when the orcs started attacking! Lamb> Just as I thought! Kobra> I hid at Planet Babes for 2 years. Kobra> Yeah Lamb> The aliens are behind this. Kobra> Nah. Kobra> Anyways. Lamb> Yeah... I'm suspicious. Kobra> My heroic thing is.... Lamb> *waits intently* Kobra> ........... Kobra> ............ Kobra> ............. Kobra> (hours pass) Kobra> .......... Lamb> *snore* Kobra> ........... Kobra> ........... Kobra> .......... Lamb> *wakes back up* Lamb> *yawn* Kobra> (later in year 2004) Kobra> I know! Lamb> You.. you remember? Kobra> I shall.. Kobra> No. Kobra> ......... Kobra> ......... Lamb> Awww... c'mon. Kobra> .......... Kobra> .......... Lamb> This is slow... I already got a beard. Kobra> *year 2010* Kobra> Well Kobra> I think I got it. Lamb> You do!? Kobra> Yes. Lamb> *wipes forehead* Kobra> Let's shave! Lamb> ACK! Kobra> I have a beard. Kobra> *shaves* Kobra> Ok. Kobra> Back to thinking? Lamb> *shaves* Kobra> .......... Kobra> .......... Kobra> ........... Kobra> (year 2200) Kobra> Well Kobra> I am... no. Lamb> *old and decayed now* Lamb> ....! Kobra> We are cartoons! Lamb> Maybe I don't want to know.... Kobra> No old! Kobra> Haha! Kobra> Sorry. Kobra> Cartoon rage. Kobra> Dangerous. Kobra> We will revive bambi's mom. Lamb> *cricks back, and feels perfectly young* Lamb> Yes! Kobra> I waited ?til they invented reviving. Lamb> Wonderful idea! Lamb> So smart! Kobra> Yep. Kobra> I not dimwitted! Der! Kobra> *runs to hospital* Kobra> Tired? Kobra> *only walked 2 feet* Lamb> *follows* Kobra> *walks only 2 feet and is already tired* Lamb> Hey! Where'd KFC go? Kobra> NO! Kobra> *faints* Lamb> *pats Kobra on the cheek* Kobra> No. Kobra> No. Kobra> KFC.. Kobra> No. Kobra> NO! Kobra> *wakes* Kobra> What? Lamb> It?s... it?s... it?s ok................ no. no... it?s not Lamb> *cries* Kobra> *faints* Lamb> And they had the best forks too! Lamb> *sob sob* Kobra> *wakes back up* Kobra> Poor Cernal! Lamb> Yeah... Kobra> Back to Bambi. Lamb> *sniff* Lamb> Ok! Kobra> *runs in hospital* Lamb> *turns happy all of a sudden* Kobra> BAMBI'S MOM! Kobra> WHERE R U DECAYING? Doctor> Bambi's mom has been revived for about 10 years now. Kobra> NO! Lamb> She is? Lamb> There goes our heroism. Kobra> ...... Kobra> *falls unconscious* Kobra> No. Kobra> No. Kobra> KFC. Lamb> Now what!??! Kobra> *was put into a sack* Kobra> *thrown in dumpster* TO BE CONTINUED... That is all I have. That was all of the first episode. There was more to the series also. Probably 2 more episodes. Oddly we did them. Don't know why. I can barely remember the series. Episode 2 consisted of Kobra and Lamb going off to save the Kingdom that they said was attacked by Orcs in Episode 1. After fighting a gruesome battle against the orcs and the dark master fleeing on his flying monster thing (not recalled) back to it's castle, Kobra and Lamb found the King dead. They were forced to care for the princess who turned out to be a total B*tch. As they left the destroyed castle, the King turned out to be alive, just trapped under some rocks. But K&L took the princess to town when she spotted the store and they went in to buy clothing. (You must know that before they left for the battle, the place turned medival and was back in the day. See? It doesn't make sense! But there is sort of a plot -.-) She tried to force Kobra and Lamb to wear corny clothing, but they escaped the Princess and went outside. That was as far as we got in the 2nd Episode. I guess there was never a third, but it was fun while it lasted. I haven't really talk to Desert in a while, but I will if I really need him. Give Desert Shadow a round of applause for giving me the idea of the Kobra and Lamb Show. Don't ask where I got the idea for the talk show from. That was just a brainfart. And the cast of other characters were just creations along the way. And so, we now know that Kobra and Lamb were not just born from a talk show. They are truely an inspiration to some goofy people out there... [B]Dedicated to Desert Shadow.[/B]

Don't worry, Ginnylyn, I'll supply more chapters. Most likely chapter 4 this evening. And I read the Wayside School books. heh.

Yes, Siren. Crazy times. But this story is a book of it's own. It wouldn't go into another book. Maybe all the dude stories in one, all the K&L ones in one, and the rest in one or whatever. I'm confused. -.- Let's just get on with Chapter 3. [SIZE=4]Chapter 3[/SIZE] With this new bizarre idea in his head, Ash ran down the streets of Average Town and acted like everyone else: A total loon. Even the mayor of Average Town was going mad. ?I?m going mad!? He said, then jumped out a window. See? I told you apes would rule the world some day! I TOLD YOU! Umm.. ahem. Yeah. Anywho? Ash soon found himself lost in the slums of Average Town. He?d never been in this area before and he couldn?t remember the trail he took because his brain was mush at the time. He could have gone through that brick wall with a hole shaped like him in it, but there?s no chance that?d be right. So Ash decided to go find someone to give him directions. And with that and ice cream in mind, he set off. Oddly, the slums connected to the area where the Mayor lived. And deep in slums lived criminals. And not just criminals. Bad criminals. Little did Ash know, he was about to die. Oh great! I just gave out the whole story. Now we?ll have to change it. Man, stupid me. After we had changed the story, Ash noticed he had walked right into the area where something was about to happen. He was about to order ice cream. An ice cream man from the neighboring city of Normal Town visited Average Town for that one night. And it was 12 a.m. Crazy, isn?t it? Now if I were Ash, I?d get paper-flavored, but unfortunately, the ice cream was all out. And so, Ash had to decide. There was so many great choices. Pecan. Butterscotch. Armadillo surprise. Of course, there was no paper-flavored. Noooo. Why would there be paper-flavored? Ahem? sorry ?bout that. Anyways, Ash had a tough time deciding. While he was pondering over the frozen treat, a shadowy figure walked past and then, a few minutes later, a gunshot was heard. Then the shadowy figure ran past again. Odd, yes? Ash finally decided and chose Spinach and Mushroom flavored ice cream. He paid the man and he ran off with his cart. Odd, yes? No. Not really. And so, Ash sat down on the curve next to the dead body and ate his ice cream happily. It was disgusting looking! I mean really. Who would eat that crap! It turns out Ash is the only one in the world to ever like spinach and mushroom flavored ice cream. Odd, yes? Yes. Yes it is. And what?s even weirder is that he murdered someone while still looking like he was choosing ice cream. What?s that? He?s innocent? Oh come on. You saw the shadowy figure! Oh fine. So it wasn?t Ash, but it doesn?t mean I won?t stop believing! Soon after Ash finished his foul ice cream delight, he felt extremely tired. Spinach and Mushroom flavored ice cream can do that to a guy. He turned to the dead body, puffed it up like a pillow and fell asleep. Later that day, the police arrived. They saw the dead body and Ash sleeping on it when driving by and stuffing their faces with doughnuts. ?Hey, Chief. A dead body.? The chief looked up from his custard-filled doughnut and saw the murdered man. ?I see that, Spike. What?s it to us?? ?We?re cops, Chief. We gotta investigate.? ?Oh c?mon. I don?t wanna leave this doughnut!? ?Chief? this is our job. The murdered man, or the doughnut.? ?Oh?? The chief looked back and forth. ?Don?t make me choose!? ?Chief. The doughnut.? Spike held out a hand and chief placed the doughnut in it. Then he bawled. ?Now c?mon, Chief. We have a job to do.? They both stepped out of the car and Spike called for reinforcements. Soon enough, more cop cars arrived and more cops got out of them, stuffing more doughnuts in more mouths. ?Over here, boys.? The chief said, waving an arm. ?This seems to be the murderer.? Spike pointed out. ?Sleeping at the scene of the crime.? Chief turned Ash over on his back and it showed him sucking his thumb, still asleep. ?Oh for God sakes, man. Grow up.? Chief slapped the thumb from Ash?s mouth and he awoke. ?What?s going on officers?? Ash asked mindfully, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Chief reached into his pocket and pulled out a mall booklet. ?You have violated the code 4572938506038304893940200483488888888888888888 and I think there?s another 8.? ?Say wha?? Ash asked confused. The chief sighed. ?You committed murder.? Everyone went stiff. Ash looked all around. ?I did not.? ?Well, that?s what you say, but your now a likely suspect! Take him away, boys.? Ash was cuffed and put into a police car and driven away. The chief patted his hands together. ?Case closed.? ?Umm? chief?? Spike tapped his shoulder. ?Yeah, what is it Spike?? ?We haven?t solved the case yet.? ?Shut up, Spike.? ?Right, Chief.? ?Now, boys, let?s take a look at this body.? Chief poked his eye. ?He seems to be dead.? A voice rang out of the crowd. ?Thank you, Captain Obvious.? Chief stood up. ?Who said that? Who was it?? Someone then snuck up behind him and slapped a ?kick me? sign on his back. Immeditaley, officers joined in kicking his can all over. It happened to be a can of beans. Then they began kicking the chief himself. Later, in jail, Ash was thrown in a cell. The guard laughed at him and threw popcorn in through the bars. Ash was so hungry, he had to eat it. ?Well, Mr, Ash.. umm? what?s your last name?? ?It?s-? An airplane crashed outside the prison. ?Oh. Okay. Well then, Mr. Ash-? A jet crashed as well. ?-Your staying here in jail ?til your name is proven innocent. You?re a suspect.? Ash shook the bars. ?But-? Ash shook too hard and the bars came off. ?Umm? your cell broke.? ?Oh. So it did.? ?You best fix it.? ?Thanks.? And so, the guard put in new nails and shined up the cell good as new with the help of Ash. Meanwhile, back with Chief and the rest of the officers, they just finished kicking his can and butt. ?That hurt in many different ways.? The chief said, rubbing his tush. ?Now then, more investigating the dead body.? The chief poked the eye again with a stick and nodded. ?Dead indeed.? ?Yeah. We know, chief.? Spike said. ?Shut up, Spike.? ?Right, Chief.? ?Now then, from the looks of the body, I say he was strangled.? ?Umm? Chief?? ?Yes, Spike?? ?He has a bullet wound. He was shot not strangled.? ?I know. I know. Now then, since he was stabbed, I have concluded it could be a bakery worker or a man that makes knives.? ?Umm? Chief?? ?What is it now, Spike?? ?How did you get all that from a bullet wound?? ?I have no idea. But I have now officially concluded who the murderer is!? Everyone jumped in the air happily. ?Really, Chief? Who?? ?It was? a murderer.? ?Thank you, Captain Obvious!? the same voice shouted. The chief turned quickly. ?Alright! I mean it! Who was that! You want me to burn you with hot water like the murderer did to this victim.? ?He was shot, Chief.? Spike corrected. ?I know he was shot you silly officer. And now, let?s all get free ice cream.? ?I don?t think ice cream would be free in a heat wave, Chief.? Spike pointed out. ?I see. Would frozen yogurt?? ?No, Chief.? ?Not even strawberry? Not many buy strawberry.? ?Actually, Chief, strawberry is one of the most favorite in America.? ?But we?re not in America. We?re on Mars.? ?Umm.. yeah, Chief.? ?Now, onward for free cold dairy treats!? The dumbfounded chief led his rigorous crew of officers on a quest of ice cream or some kind of cold snack. Ha! He?d have a better chance finding the Holy Grail. ?Ah! The Holy Grail.? Chief sighed. It happened to be a place to purchase frozen yogurt. The officers entered and got the only flavor available. Strawberry. The chief poked Spike. ?Told ya.?

[B]Gersh:[/B] Just little further. [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] How much farther? We've been walking through thse woods for almost an two hours and these woods probably would take less than twenty minutes to just straight walkthrough. [B]Gersh:[/B] Worry not. Almost there. [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] Yeah, well, it better be worth where we're going. [B]Gersh: It is.[/B] [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] What? Have you been there before? [B]Gersh:[/B] Gersh seen. Not visit. Creatures that live there are Imps. [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] Imps? Real stopped in his tracks and the lith turned towards him. [B]Gersh:[/B] What matter? [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] Do you even know what imps are? [B]Gersh: Imps.[/B] [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] Well, yeah, but they are sly thieves that trick people into traps and you'd hate to see the certain kinds of imps. What are these ones? [B]Gersh:[/B] Forest imps, me thinks. [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] Oh great. One of the worst. The smallest, but the still bad. [B]Gersh: Buy items, get out of town fast, make happy Real. hehe[/B] [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] Yes, well, I'm afraid it wouldn't be that easy. Sad Real. [B]Gersh:[/B] Don't want to go? [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] I have better chances with going to Kahn Forest. PLus, I don't think imps serve elves. They kind of... don't like us. [B]Gersh: We see. Come, come.[/B] Real sighed and followed the fuzzy creature. The path soon lead to a small tree town where the houses were made from trees like Gersh's. Gersh leapt into the air joyfully. [B]Gersh:[/B] The forgotten forest imp town of Ingler. [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] Forgotten is right. I've never even heard of this place. And it's huge. [B]Gersh: Huge? It small. Nothing cmpared to Kahn Forest.[/B] [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] I suppose so. Gersh took Real's hand and lead him through the sea of imps. The little creatures stared up at Real's height and glared. It was a fact. Imps don't like elves. Real never heard of an imp that did. Thank goodness Gersh wasn't an imp. But did he have to be a lith? The two of them soon came across the shop, which actually was an old redwood tree with some branches torn off. The door was not just wood this time, though. It was painted with red and decorated with a few kinds of plants. No flowers, though. Just plants. Imps wouldn't be the kind you'd call [I]cute and cuddly.[/I] Stepping inside, Real had a look about. The store was bigger inside than it was outside. Or at least it seemed that way. The shelves were packed with various items that Real had never seen before in Noroa or any other place. There were so many items that were taken from dead warriors, creature's horns and claws, and an assortment of other uncanny things. As for Real, he hadn't been so suprised with a shop's stock. Plainly, he was only able to identify a few things, including some of the items of his list. He picked them up the ones he knew and turned to Gersh for help. [B]Gersh:[/B] Oh that? That's over here, it is. See! Gersh picked up the huge seed and handed it into Real's crossed arms. He was soon too packed to carry anymore. [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] Geez, Gersh. I didn't expect these items to be so big. They wouldn't even fit in my pack on my back. I wonder if Mr. Ernestine knew the size. Real swayed side to side as he walked forward to the counter. The Imp there was sleeping and the sound of the objects landing on the tabletop awoke him with a start. [B]Shopkeep:[/B] What? I'm awake! He then turned towards Gersh and then at Real. Real is where he frowned. [B]Shopkeep: What do you want, elf?[/B] [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] I'd like to purchase these items... umm.. please. This particular forest imp wasn't a proud one it seems. He was old and hair poured out of his ears like a waterfall. His nose was runny too and the snot slid right out. Real felt a little disguested. [B]Shopkeep:[/B] You wanna purchase? [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] Ah, yes please. Sir. The shopkeep snorted. [B]Shopkeep: BAH! We don't serve your kind here.[/B] Gersh leapt up on the counter. [B]Gersh:[/B] What if Gersh purchases the items instead. [B]Shopkeep:[/B] Who the hell is Gersh? [B]Gersh:[/B] Gersh is Gersh. He pointed to himself. [B]Shopkeep: Huh?[/B] [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] He means he's called Gersh. He's a lith. That's their native tongue. [B]Shopkeep:[/B] I'll rip that tongue of yours out if you don't amscray now! The imp stood up and glared at Real with his overly large eyes. [B]Gersh: You not answer Gersh. What if Gersh purchases items?[/B] The imp sat back down on the stool behind the counter and grunted. [B]Shopkeep:[/B] Ha! It'd be just the same. You'd give him the items afterwards. We don't serve those who are or help elves. [B]Gersh:[/B] How rude. [B]Shopkeep:[/B] Yeah, well, company policy now get outta here before I have to help you do so! Real and Gersh walked out the door in a cloud of disappointment. [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] Well, that failed miserably. [B]Gersh:[/B] Do not worry. Other places to go that are closer than Kahn Forest. [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] Why do I get the feeling we should just head straight to Kahn Forest? Gersh shrugged and the two walked towards the exit of the town. Just as they were about to depart, an imp jumped in their way, not allowing them to pass. [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] Pardon, but may we pass, please? [B]Imp:[/B] No you may not pass! [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] What? Why? Another imp emerged before them. [B]Imp2:[/B] You know too much. You must be dealt with! More imps advanced on the two helpless creatures, surrounding them on all sides. Then, they did full assault, taking them out cold.

Real soon found himself walking into the start of a forest. It was rather small to be called forest so more like woods. It had life to it, but still, just too small. Nothing like Kahn Forest, but Real coudn't compare something to something else he had nevr seen before. He just hoped Kahn forest would be interesting. Alright he's found himself bored out of his skull, not to mention tired. He could feel the adventure boiling within him and he was dying to feed it's terrible hunger. But that wasn't the only hunger inside of him. Real held his stomach as it groaned. [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] Oh no. I got to eat. This place is pretty shady. I could probably use it as a good spot to rest and snack for a bit. But I should only camp at night. No time to waste. Mr. Ernestine's counting on me. He walked up to an oddly shaped tree and sat down, back against the trunk. The tree was quite uncanny. All it's branches went straight horizonal for about two feet each, then went straight up in a ninety degree angle. The bottom of the truck seemed like a doorway and the hole in it resembled a window. It was a big tree too. Big enough for Real to make a home out of. But Real was too busy to realize it's uniqueness. He opened the sack of food and pulled out a buscuit, some cordial, and a fresh sandwich made with the best bread and turkey this side of Oleron. Real munched happily on the sandwich made especially for him and looked about the forest. This tree seemed to be a lot like the rest of the trees in this small, provential forest. Well.. woods. In some areas, the grass was sharp and pointy and in others, it was soft enough to bathe in. Real reconsidered the thought, though. Who wouldn't? The wind hardly caught up with Real in these woods thanks to the overly large canopy above. And the sun. It barely poked through the canopy to release bueatiful rays of light. Real begn to cool off and washed his hands and face in a nearby stream. He came back to his sack of food to pack up when he found a surprise. It was gone. He became frantic for that was the only food he had for the whole trip unless he had enough money for some in Kahn Forest. But still! He probably wouldn't make it! He wasn't even a quarter of the way there and it's been only a day's worth. He began looking in every nook and cranny of the woods. He leapt into the trees and took lookout. He got nothing. Soon, he gave up and walked back to the tree and sat back down. His glass of cordial still remained unharmed and he picked it up and sipped it. Not even the cordial tasted good in the sorrow that his quest is failing. [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] I best just return home before- He stopped himself when he noticed an eerie light from the whole on the tree, as if someone made a house of it. Real stood up and walked backwards a few paces to get a bigger view of the thing. It did look a lot like candle light. And he saw a smoke stack oddly come from the tree's top center. The tree wasn't on fire. And what's living in it definately isn't animal. Real then noticed the bizarre shaped trunk that resembled a door. Taking advantage of such an obstrasoty, he reached for it and pulled. Sure enough, the door opened and a house was revealed. As said before, Real was big enough for the house, but he had to bend down for the door. He looked around the strange place. A fireplace made from wood and stone burned brightly answering the questions to the smoke stack above. There was a small table in the center of the room with three stools around it. It had Real's sack of food on it so real grabbed it up. Tying it to his belt again, he looked about to investigate the culpret. He didn't seem to be around. Or she. Real wasn't sure yet. He saw a bookshelf with all it's shelves completely used. The books read of stuff like "Sorcery and It's Downfalls" and "The Little Elf that Could". Real pulled out some of the books to investigate. There was an elf living here and he liked witchcraft. Either that or it was an elf fan with witchcraft. Real soon laid eyes on the staircase and decided to take a peak upstairs. He held onto the frail, wooden rail and walked up the creaky stairs. On the 2nd floor was the bedroom. Another book shelf lay baren on the eastern wall while a doorway to the facilities was on the western. The stairs were the southern and a rather small bed was there in the Northern part. it was to small for an elf, but then again it could be an elf that didn't grow big. The bed wasn't empty neither. There wasn't something sleeping in it and it was snoring. It's loud snores were terrible and hurt Real's ears. He tried to see who it was or what it was, but it was covered in blankets. [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real's thoughts:[/B] Why won't be wake up? Real stepped over to the bed and stared. Not to be rude, but he was angry at this... this creature for taking his only food stash. In a fit of anger, he ripped the sheets off the being and he saw what it was. A lith. A rather old lith too. But lithes never really grow old. They don't consider themselves aging neither. They always see themselves handsome and witty even if others do not think the same. That's really why imps are never angry. But tehy are crafty little critters and for that, they make good crooks and rogues. The lith awakened and yawned. He took one look at the angered Real and leapt out of his bed in a start. [B]Lith:[/B] How you find my house? [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] You left your fire going. [B]Lith: Dang it. Me knew I forgot something.[/B] The small lith looked up at Real. Real could tell he was frightened. The little creature held up his hands and wave them. [B]Lith:[/B] Don't hurt me! Me too young to die! Real smiled actually. [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] I wasn't going to hurt you. I wanted my stuff back. He unstrapped the food pouch and showed the small Lith it. [B]Lith:[/B] Ooohhh... that pouch yours? Real put it back on his belt. [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] That it would be. [B]Lith:[/B] It have crunching munchings, it does. Yum yum. [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] Yeah. I guess. Well, I hope you don't take anyone else's stuff. You do it to me again and you'll really get a munching crunching. The lith huddled in a small ball and shivered as Real passed him towards the stairs. Real walked down and ended on the first floor. The lith followed. [B]Lith: My name Gersh. What yours?[/B] Ral sighed and turned. [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] Real. Now, goodbye. [B]Gersh: But wait. Why go so fast? Stay?[/B] [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] I'm on a big trip to get some items and Kahn Forest only supplies them. [B]Gersh: What items, hm?[/B] Real sighed again, taking the pck off his back and placing it on the table. He took out the list, not believeing he's doing this for a theif. [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] I need macco seeds, a pound of Stiller Skins, a rappleberry, and a Riko Gem. Gersh leapt into the ai crazily. [B]Gersh: Oooo! Gersh knows where those things are![/B] [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] Yeah. So does Real. Kahn Forest. And I'm going there now so bye bye. Real opened the minature version of his own door and stepped outisde. He waved the door shut, but Gersh stopped it. Real just walked on. Gersh walked out of his home and shouted. [B]Gersh: GERSH KNOW A CLOSER PLACE THAN KAHN FOREST![/B] Real stopped in his tracks. [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] How much closer?

It was morning and everyone was busy. Real and Mr. Ernestine were outside preparing for the trip. Mr. Ernestine was happily packing the last bit of supplies needed. Real picked up the pack and felt it's weight pull him down. [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] A bit packed, aye, Mr. Ernestine? [B]Mr. Ernestine:[/B] Well, you'll need that pack for your adventures. It has good survival supplies and some medical kit Amelia threw in. You should be fine, Real my lad. [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] Alright. If you say so. [B]Mr. Ernestine:[/B] And I do. Now you all set? Got everything? [B]Mrs. Ernestine:[/B] Not everything! [B]Mr. Ernestine:[/B] What'd we miss? Mr. Ernestine turned around to find Mrs. Ernestine rushing out of the beach-type house with some food in a sack. [B]Mrs. Ernestine:[/B] A person's gotta eat. Can't go hungry, now can we? [B]Mr. Ernestine:[/B] Oh for goodness sakes, Amelia! Let him be a man. He can hunt for his food. [B]Mrs. Ernestine:[/B] I'd like to see him hunt down my famous pasta dish. Real chuckled and hugged Mrs. Ernestine. She smirked at her husband as if saing 'told ya so!" Real left her arms and picked up the sack of dilectables. [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] Thanks for the food and supplies you two. I'll be fine. Trust me. [B]Mr. Ernestine:[/B] That's the boy we've loved for so many years. [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] Yeah. Thanks you guys. I'll be back before you know it. [B]Mrs. Ernestine:[/B] We hope so, dear. We hope so. Real began walking away. He felt a sence of adventure and freedom in his heart. He looked back at his house and saw it so dull; like he never saw it before. Then, he took a look at the path ahead and sighed with releif. This was "me time" except in a different manner. He wasn't doing what he wanted to do, but it wasn't far off. Plus, he was happily alone. He's always been alone except for Amelia and Marcus. Without them, he's be still an orphan, trapped in a pit of despair and no siblings to cry with. Except for his brother which his death is unknown. And if it's unknown, it may have no occured. He wants to find his brother, but he's busy with a mission. That'd be his next goal. Return to Noroa Beach, then, go after his brother. He was soon out of the town limits and he looked back. All the ocean houses seemed so vague to him as adventure got the best of him. He looked over his own house where a waving Mr. and Mrs Ernestine stood. Real put down the sack of food and waved back, happy and sad to leave all at once. After a minute of goodbyes, he picked back up the sack and walked on. He was now out of the city limits with the thought of his brother being found in mind. The land near the beach was bueatiful, but it wasn't anything like the sea. He didn't remember nothing, but the ocean and if he saw any other place, it was lost in his dreams. Like the desert. Even that became a blur. His father was captured in his thoughts, though. The image of his brother was the image of him as a kid. He was probably way older now and Real had no idea where to start looking. That led to more negative thoughts. Real dropped the sack of food onto the ground and tore the pack off his back. He sat in the grass and thought of what it'd be like to be with his brother again. He brushed a tear away and became serious again. His crying wouldn't get him anywhere. Neitehr did sitting. As Mr. Ernestine always said: [I]Footsteps in the sands of time aren't made by sitting down.[/I] It was an old proverb and a wise one at that. Real kept it in mind when ever he became lazy and he seemed to be able to overcome any obsticle. This was a strength for him. He then picked through the sack of food and pulled out one of the honey-covered buscuits. Mrs. Ernestine did always make the best in Noroa Beach. They invited plenty of the neighbors over for dinners all the time. Unfortunately, none of the neighbors had children to befriend and if they did, they were long gone off into the world. Real never really had a friend and he didn;t consider the grown ups around the beach "friends". More like elders. And as Mr. Ernestine us to say: [I]Respect your elders.[/I] Real wasn't sure if that was a proverb, but he sure heard it a lot. Another one of Marcus's crazy mottos. He probably wanted Real to respect him and his wife more. They were old now and soon wouldn't be able to care for themselves. Real needed to be there for them. Thy were around 60 when they found him at a low age. They must be coming onto 80 soon and that would be terrible if they had died because no one cared for them. It'd break Real's jheart if such a thing happened. [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] And such a thing won't. He finished his buscuit and folded the sack back into it's original standard. He wiped his face with his sleeve and picked up the food sack and strapped it to his belt. After that, he shouldered the pack of supplies and began through the fields. He looked back and the town of Noroa Beach was long gone in the distance. [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real's Thoughts:[/B] [I]Hmm... there goes civilization. here comes crazy adventures.[/I] He grinned and walked on. He probably traveled for about five hours before collapsing to the ground. [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] This field is taking forever to cross. Isn't there some kind of shelter around here? He rubbed his foot with the shoe still on and ruffled his hair. The sun wasn't as hot as usual so he was thankful. Still, it was too much for such an elf as he and he began going crazy. He laid on his back and watched the birds fly around. [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real 's Thoughts:[/B] Wish I could fly... He sat up and sighed. This wasn't an adventure if nothing, but walking was going to accure. This "me time" was not what he expected. He began back into sorrow state and wished for a friend. That or his brother. His brother. That perked him up. The thought of finding him was in his mind and it stuck there. A serge of pride rushed through him and he stood up and walked down the field. He felt the pack on his back and shrugged. [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] That's funny. The pack doesn't seem heavy at all..

[SIZE=4]Chapter 2[/SIZE] Now that we have explained why Ash was fired, we can continue on with his present miserable life of no meaning. Saddened by his early release, he?s been moping around his average house eating corn nuts and watching soap operas. Makes you feel bad for the poor guy. But we don?t want to fall into a pit of despair like him, do we? There?s always a person out there firing someone and Boss likes to be one. Ash seemed to be the one fired. And kitty seemed to be an adorable cat loved by all. Except for Boss, of course. As we look at Ash in a pitiful manner, we don?t even notice how stupid he is acting. Who in the right mind would eat corn nuts? You don?t know what they?re made of. And it?s not corn and nuts I tell you now. And watching ?The Young and the Restless? all day long can kind of drive a man into his darkest hours. No true human could withstand such a time. Being fired and forced to watch soap operas while eating an unidentified food product. It?s totally insane. Mad, I tell you! And as if that wasn?t enough, Ash took a cold shower. That?s right. He endured the freezing water that made his shower dreadful. And what?s worse? The soap kept slipping from his hands and he had to bend over to get it. Ever since he lost his job, Ash wasn?t the same. His daily basis consisted of soap operas and cold showers and his daily meals were corn nuts and soap bars. I?d give him paper, but it?s just too good to let go! Aw yes. Paper. God did well when creating it. Did you know you can write on paper? Yeah. It?s not just for eating. I found it out yesterday. Now that we have explained this disgraceful sap?s life, we can get down to the main story. It all started a week after Ash was fired. He was still in his pathetic state of sorrow and little kids still through foreign objects at him and laughed. He didn?t notice, though. Too washed up in his own desolation. He was so caught up in it, he didn?t even notice that that very week was the very week of the hottest heat wave ever recorded in Average Town. Everyone was dying for food and water and kids were forced to drink out of fire hydrants. Soon, stores all around Average Town were yelling and screaming because thirsty people bought out all their drinks in a mob-like manner. The ice cream went along with it and all the stores went out of stock and wouldn?t get a shipment ?til next week. Except for one store. The store was owned by Mr. Dollar, a greedy shop keep. He demanded twenty bucks for a case of ice cream and the public revoked. He just shooed them away if they weren?t purchasing. The sun soon got to them and fried their brains good enough to purchase every box of ice cream from Cherry A La Pecan to Paper-Flavored. Mr. Dollar then went back into his nice, cool shop and counted how much money he made. Unfortunately for the customers, the ice cream melted the very moment they set foot outside the shop. But Mr. Dollar?s policy is: NO REFUNDS! This angered the people and they joined together in a huge huddle on the streets. Then they decided it was too hot to huddle there and went into a nearby building and planned there. They then walked back up to Mr. Dollar?s shop and did something really bad. They dug through a trashcan next to the shop and dropped a piece of paper on the doorstep. LITTERING! That was uncalled for. But the people were proud and returned to their homes with no air conditioning. Now the whole town of Average Town was out of ice cream and no one could find any. Even the ice cream man was maimed by some 4 year old to get the last fudgsicle. This called for wild action! The angry townspeople dropped a piece of paper on every shop?s doorstep as a threat that they will drop another. The shop keepers had no choice, but to close their stores ?til further ado. Even Mr. Dollar sadly closed his doors to his shop before skipping home with a bag full of millions of dollars. But that?s besides the point. This heat wave was driving everyone mad and for that, the town was hectic. Crimes were being done and the cops were everywhere. Littering was being done and nature lovers were everywhere. And dog-walking was being done and cats were being chased everywhere. Only Ash, poor deplorable Ash was still in his house, watching paint dry on his ceiling. But he finally got up when a drop of paint splatted in his eye and he had to wash it out. But that little dot of white paint reminded him of his life before he was fired. It told him he must move on. He must continue his life. Don?t ask me how he got that out of a drop of paint hitting his eye, but it sure did the trick. Ash put on some real clothing instead of his Barney the dinosaur PJ?s and rushed outside to greet his public. ?I?m back!? He screamed. No one listened, though. They continued with crime-fighting and crime-committing, littering and litter-picking, walking dogs and dogs chasing felines. Ash scratched his head and put on his cap. ?Oh well. I?ll just follow the yellow brick road.? He skipped down the sidewalk which happened to be a bluish color. Don?t ask me how blue can be mistaken with yellow. How can a drop of paint give a man an idea to change his life? Some things in the mind of Ash cannot be answered. Ash soon came upon Boss locking up the laundry mat. Ash, being curious as he is, walked over to Boss. ?Boss man. What are you doing? The laundry mat doesn?t close ?til four more hours.? ?Yeah, well, all the shops are closing so why not me.? ?They closed? Why?? ?Why? Because the shops ran out of ice cream and there?s high demand for it.? ?High demand for what?? ?ICE CREAM, YOU STOOGE! Well, that and those cute new toys called Fuzzles, but that?s not the point.? ?But Boss man, you don?t sell ice cram or Fuzzles so why close?? ?Safety, my boy. The angry mob already took down the pet shop. Who knows if they?ll come after me.? ?I see. Makes sense.? ?Where are you off to?? ?I don?t know. I?ve decided to get over the being fired business and continue with my life.? ?That?s good. Now get out of my sights. Remember, I don?t want to see you again.? ?Alright.? Ash walked on leaving Boss alone with his laundry mat. ?Wait a minute. I was going to rehire him because he was my only employee. CURSES!? Ash went back home after eating some food off the street that an angry mob stole from a nearby bakery. He saved some for the cat and gave it to him when it squealed for food. ?There you are, kitty. You like that? I don?t know what it is, but it sure is good.? The cat purred in agreement and the two of them sat down to watch soap operas. Wait a minute. Soap Operas? This isn?t right. Can it be that Ash likes soap operas anyways? That poor contemptible man. Even kitty was scared when one of the most boring soap operas emerged on TV. Thank goodness Ash fell asleep and kitty was able to change the channel to MTV. But this story isn?t about Kitty and his strange desire to watch music legends. It?s about Ash. Yes. The pitiful one. Ash found himself sleeping ?til around five o? clock. That?s when he got up and kitty fell off his lap and collapsed to the floor. Ash was well rested and he needed some fresh air. Stepping outside, he noticed the humidity was still around and the hat wave must have been too. And as he took a walk, he noticed the heat wave was getting to him like the rest of the angry citizens. Only one thought remained clear in his mind: [B]I need ice cream![/B]

[SIZE=4]Chapter 1[/SIZE] The guy that likes the ice cream is known as Ash (no last name given). He?s an average guy making an average living in an average home doing average stuff at an average job in an average city where not so average stuff happens. Ash works at a laundry mat downtown, but was just fired by his cruel boss. His boss?s name is unknown. We just call him Boss. And so-wait. You want to know why he was fired? Oh come on! Don?t make the story less interesting! It?s boring as it is! Fine. It was one of those average days when Ash was going to work and he drinking and driving. That?s right. Never drink and drive. He was driving with one hand and guzzling water at the same time! Isn?t that a crime? Well, if it isn?t, it should be. Now then, he was driving and guzzling water when he saw an innocent cat walking along the street. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he drove at the cat and stopped his car. He got out and picked up the poor kitten and took it with him to work.. Now what Ash didn?t know was Boss was allergic to dogs. And bringing that cat into work was going too far! Immediately when Ash stepped in the laundry mat with the kitten, Boss?s allergies acted up and he sneezed like mad. Ash had to go check it out. He came into Boss?s office with the kitten in hand as shoved the small feline in Boss?s face. ?What?s the matter, Boss man?? Ash asked, literally holding the cat in front of Boss?s nose. Boss sneezed three more times before he was able to regain breath. ?You know your not aloud to have pets in here! I?m allergic to dogs!? Ash looked at the little kitten. ?But this is a cat.? ?No buts, mister! Put that cat outside! I?ll sneeze if that cat stays. How many times do I have to tell you I?m allergic to dogs!? ?But this is a kitten. Don?t you think your allergic to cats then and not dogs?? ?Don?t give me that lip!? Boss searched the drawers of his desk for tissues. ?Now get that cat out of my laundry mat! Amscray! Vamoose! Adios! Taco!? He shoved Ash and the cat out the door of his office. Ash started for the outside door when he turned back. ?But I can?t just leave it out there.? ?Put it out!? He sneezed again, knocking himself over into a food rack. Ash sighed and took the cat outside, returning inside with a big lump in his shirt, oddly in the shape of a cat. Not only a cat, but the same cat he put outside. Curious. Boss walked out of his office right then and noticed the lump in Ash?s shirt. ?Putting on some pounds, aye Ash? Better stay away from the doughnuts.? He stuffed a doughnut in his mouth and fillings went all over his stained shirt. The Boss should speak for himself. Ash just smiled and walked off to do his job when Boss suddenly sneezed five times in a row. Ash froze in his tracks and Boss turned to him. ?Alright Ash. I know it was you. Where?s the rabbit?? Ash?s mind went blank. ?The rabbit?? ?Yeah.? Boss said angrily. ?The rabbit. I?m allergic to rabbits. In fact, it?s the only thing I?m allergic to at all and you had to bring one in.? ?Don?t you mean cat.? ?Cat. Rat. Which ever. Just put it outside!? ?But sir! It?s not a rat neither.? Boss?s face went completely red and he stomped his foot. ?That?s the last straw! Now fill the straw container and come back to me so I can yell some more.? Ash went off to fill the container when Boss came over and yelled more like he said he would. ?You?ve done it this time! Your in big trouble!? ?Sir. It?s just a cat.? ?I don?t care if it?s the coffee machine. You didn?t put it outside when I said so and that?s disobeying the manager!? The cat scrambled in Ash?s shirt in which tickled him causing him to laugh. Boss made an angry face. ?I don?t see what?s so funny. What was it I said? Coffee machine? Is that funny or something? Well, I guess it sort of is, but that?s besides the point! You let a wild dangerous lion in the shop in which I?m allergic to!? Ash stopped laughing and corrected his boss. ?It?s a house cat.? ?What?s a house cat?? ?This cat.? he then took the small feline out his shirt and showed it to Boss. Boss immediately began to sneeze unstoppably. ?That?s the cat! You?ve done it this time, Ash? Ash? uh? what?s your last name?? ?It?s-? A passing semi honks it?s horn as the name is spoken. Boss nods. ?That?s right. Now your in for it! Your suspended ?til further notice.? ?Does that mean I don?t have to work?? ?Yes. Until further notice.? ?Do I still get paid?? ?No. It?s a suspension.? ?Oh c?mon. What kind of fun is that?? ?Oh fine. But I?m lowering the pay to fifty dollars an hour.? ?That?s raising my pay, Boss man.? ?What?? ?My average pay is four dollars an hour.? ?Don?t try to raise your pay. Now get out of my sight!? Ash then leaves the laundry mat with kitty. I know. That?s not being fired. It?s a suspension. But I?m getting there! As I said before, he walks out of the laundry mat and starts to his car when suddenly some men in black suits walk up to him. They wore shades and looked important. They jump Ash and put him in the back of a top-secret-looking van and leap inside themselves. After closing the doors and latching them, they turn to Ash and the cat and speak. ?We are important-looking men.? ?Are you from the government?? Ash asks, a little frightened by their important-looking looks. ?Umm? no. But we are important-looking if you haven?t noticed. And we have come to warn you about your future. You are in grave danger.? ?Boss will fire me?? ?Boss? No. We don?t know any Boss, but what we do know is-? ?Sure you do. Boss is the boss of this laundry mat. I see you two guys come here and wash your important-looking suits here all the time.? ?Umm?? They begin to sweat and become speechless. ?That?s not why we?re here.? ?I thought you were speechless.? Ash points out. ?Forget the narrator and listen. Your in grave danger. We?re not sure when it will happen and what will happen, but we know one thing. Some painful will happen in your future.? ?Like I skin my knee or something?? ?No you don?t skin your knee! Now get out of here before that painful fate painfully happens to us important-looking guys.? They shove Ash out of the van and he falls to the ground, skinning his knee. ?Ow! My knee!? Ash screams like a little girl. The two important-looking guys look out of the back of the van. ?What are the chances of that.? They then drive their van off, running away like little scaredy cats. There. That?s a better metaphor. Can?t make fun of that. The little kitten walks up to Ash and licks his wound. Every one knows that cat tongues are rough and ridged and that hurts on a fresh open wound. Ash instantly leapt into the air and screamed all over the place. He ran around like a loon, bound to cause something bad to happen. Meanwhile, a man walked up to the laundry mat with a basket of clothing and a metal bar. He rubbed his bald hair in confusion. ?I wonder why I brought this metal bar with me. In fact, I don?t recall picking it up. Oh well. I?ll just sit it on the ground even though it?s bound to cause a man to trip and fall and probably get fired from his job because he broke many objects while tripping. But that?s one in a million chance.? He then walked into the laundry mat. But the bald man with the basket of laundry didn?t know that that little one out of a million chance was closer than he thought. The screaming Ash ran towards the metal bar which was carelessly placed in his way by the bald man and, being distracted by his booboo, trips over it and flies through the window of the laundry mat. He then collides into a few washer and dryers, knocking over the food stand, flew through the other window and breaks the wall into the cat kennel which releases a thousand cats into the laundry mat, completely covering Boss. Boss through the cats all over in a fit of irritation. ?ASH!? It took a few hours to clean up the mess and to give everyone of the cats to needy people, but it was soon spick and span like brand new. Ash was summoned to Boss?s side soon enough. He shook as he approached his angered Boss. ?Yes-yes, Boss man?? He stammered. ?Ash? you?ve drove my patience to the edge and didn?t parallel park!? ?I?m sorry sir! I?ll get the keys and I?ll do it right awa-? ?You had your chance. Your fired!? ?Fired? But why?? ?You know why.? ?Because I destroyed the laundry mat and let thousands of cats loose to maim you in many excruciating ways?? ?Heck no. because you left the coffee machine on over night. Now the coffee is like taffy.? After that, he took the coffee pot and poured some into a mug. The little bit that came out was sticky and lumpy. ?So that?s why your fired.? Boss grabbed up some of the coffee and started chewing it as the saddened Ash left the clean laundry mat. He opened the door, looked back at the boss that was devouring the tacky coffee and closed the door. ?That?s right.? Boss said, with the disgusting gunk in his mouth. ?Who needs ya!? He sat there chewing the coffee when he choked on it and had to spit it out. ?Wait a minute. He was my only employee.?

I wasn't. In fact, I haven't even started on my real plot to my story yet. I just posted about my starting life where my story begins. That's the whole idea in a good writer's heart. Details to make the story interesting and that's what I'm best at. :D heh heh

I see, James. Do you want us to make something of the same for our stories too? Or is it just for the whole game?

I'm Already there! Booyah! This is going to be great!

As the morning sun rose, Real felt himself too awake to stay in bed. Lots was to be done today and it was no time to sleep in. And, with that in mind, he unrapped himself from his sheets on his bed, and got up. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked out the wood-framed window to see the beached town known as Noroa Beach. It was a fine town and his home since he was very little. Closing the curtain, he stepped out of his room and crept down the stairs. There, cooking breakfast, was Mrs. Ernestine. Mr. Ernestine sat at the table drinking his tea and reading some papers. He perked his ear at the sound of Real's footsteps. Looking up, he saw just that. Real walked over to the table and was greeted happily by the old couple. [B]Mrs. Ernestine:[/B] Well, good morning, dear. I see your up and ready for an exciting day. Mr. Ernestine put down his glass and looked up from his papers. [B]Mr. Ernestine:[/B] I wouldn't consider a day full of hard labor exciting. He then turned his vision towards Real who was sitting in the chair directly in front of him. [B]Mr. Ernestine:[/B] Right, Real? Real nodded. He yawned again and Mrs. Ernestine came over with soup in bowls from the boiling pot over the fire. [B]Mrs. Ernestine:[/B] Ooo! Sounds like someone had a restless night. You okay, dear? Real rubbed his eyes again. [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] Yeah. I'm alright. Just... thinking about today last night. That's all. [B]Mr. Ernestine:[/B] Well stop thinking and start eating. Your gonna need the energy for today. [B]Mrs. Ernestine:[/B] Marcus! [B]Mr. Ernestine:[/B] What? I didn't mean anything rude by it! [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] It's okay, Mrs. Ernestine. He wasn't trying to be mean. [B]Mr. Ernestine:[/B] Yes. Listen to the boy! [B]Mrs. Ernestine:[/B] My word, Marcus, your so silly sometimes. [B]Mr. Ernestine:[/B] And your cooking's so good all the time, Amelia. Mrs. Ernestine smiled without turning towards Real and Mr. Ernestine. I sipped my soup to test it's temperature as Mr. Ernstine ruffled the papers and began reading again. Buscuits nice and hot were then served. Real scarfed down all these delicious foods and more in a rush to get outside and working. He had some stuff he wanted to do before dark. Mrs. Ernestine looked up from her cooking to see Real choking down her food. [B]Mrs. Ernestine:[/B] Careful there, Real, dear. Don't eat so fast. You'll gag. Mr. Ernestine put down his papers and looked over at his wife. [B]Mr. Ernestine:[/B] Honest, Amelia, let the boy eat. He's just really hungry. [B]Mrs. Ernestine:[/B] Or maybe he thinks my cooking is good. Heh heh. [B]Mr. Ernestine:[/B] Good? Ha! I think your getting alheimerz. [B]Mrs. Ernestine:[/B] What are you talking about. You just commented on my food. [B]Mr. Ernestine:[/B] No I didn't. That was... uhh... sarcasm.. As the two adults fought, Real slipped outside and began his work. By afternoon, he was all set for the stuff he wanted to do. Wiping the sweat from his forehead with a hankercheif, he walked over to the door of his comfy home. Mr. Ernestine poped open the door before Real could. He smiled. [B]Mr. Ernestine: Ah, Real. Just the elf I wanted to see.[/B] [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] What's up, Mr. Ernestine? [B]Mr. Ernestine:[/B] Nothing really. I just need you to run a little errand. [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] Will it take long? I have some important stuff to do. [B]Mr. Ernestine: I guess, sort of long.[/B] [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] How long? [B]Mr. Ernestine:[/B] Umm... a few days. [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] A few days? [B]Mr. Ernestine:[/B] I need you to run along to Kahn Forest. They supply some items we need here at the house that Noroa Beach doesn't. [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] That won't take a few days. It's clear across the continent. [B]Mr. Ernestine:[/B] No. Your right. It's too much to ask. I'm sorry, Real. [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] No. I'm sorry. I shouldn't of shouted. I guess I could do it. It'll be something interesting to do. Just hope these items are worth the trip. [B]Mr. Ernestine:[/B] Oh they are. You'll see. Mr. Ernestine rushed back into the house to help pack supplies for the trip. Real sighed and turned around to face the sea. [IMG]http://www.itsmysite.com/n-sider/images/Real_Avatar.gif [/IMG] [B]Real:[/B] So much for me time...

Another goofy story by yours truely. This chapter book, I'll actually finish. Yes, it's comedy. Enjoy: [SIZE=4][B]The[/B] [/SIZE] [SIZE=4][B]Bizarre-Tasting[/B] [/SIZE] [SIZE=4][B]Ice Cream[/B] [/SIZE] [SIZE=4][B]Incident[/B] [/SIZE] By the greatest author ever: Stephen King Wait... sorry. The correct name is: Gavin Brown [SIZE=4][B]Prologue[/B] [/SIZE] As we all know, the world is filled with haness crimes and odd incidents. But what we are not aware of is the uncanny happenings of the jungle apes. These mammals said to had morphed into the smarter, and let?s just say more handsome, species known as us Humans. The apes of today consist of smarter creatures than the ones of the past making people believe they?ll stop thinking paper is a certain food group. I know I will never stop thinking that. Mmm? paper. Delish! But as we think of the apes as stupid creatures, they think of us as smart and handsome beings. Umm? so what if that?s not true, but apes will rule the world soon enough. You?ve seen Planet of the Apes. The Statue of Liberty, man! For God sakes! It was Earth! IT WAS EARTH! Umm? but enough about the monkeys. Our story is about ice cream. And murder. But mostly ice cream. And who would have thought a craving for spinach and mushroom-flavored ice cream could get a guy in so much trouble that he could be serving himself trouble for dinner? What? That?s the quickest metaphor I could think of. So sue me! Not literally. But as for the ice cream and murder, an innocent bystander was accused of doing the job. That?s right. He was wrongfully accused. But that?s not all. He didn?t enjoy the spinach and mushroom-flavored ice cream that he had a craving for so much. So in the end, it wasn?t worth it. Of course, who in the right mind would want to eat spinach and mushroom-flavored ice cream. What?s this man thinking? Why doesn?t he act normal and eat real ice cream like paper-flavored. Mmm? paper flavored. But who are we to poke fun at a man?s favorite ice cream? Everyone has a favorite. Like me and my paper flavored. God that?s good paper. But as we all know, this man didn?t do the crime. And that?s what this whole book is about. I know what your thinking. Why waste a book on this sorry sap?s life when you could be writing a book on sword fights, wars, magic, or a Star Wars getup. But nooo. The author, which is the best author ever might I add, has to be stubborn and chose to right a book about some guy and his ice cream. I don?t know what?s wrong with this author. And how did I become the narrator? I didn?t ask for the job. It just came to me. Pretty disappointing. This author, I tell you, he must have been drinking too much soda when he was writing this because I mean really, who would read this stuff? You people reading. You must be chained down, locked up, brain washed or something ?cause it hurts me just to narrate this story. There?s no end to the torture, I tell you what. I might as well start reading the story and get it over with. Even though you may end up painfully listening to this great author?s writing. So hang onto your straps that tie you down and get reading for a terrible story written by an awesome author. Yeah right?

Explaining techincal parts, aye? Sounds good to me. It's like in my RPG Dragon Tamer where I explained all the other stuff. Of course, it did clutter the game so I guess putting it in the sign up thread is a smarter idea. Silly me.

Sweet deal. Sounds good to me. I'll have to make my avatar and look proud. Heh. Umm... yeah... And I'll be glad to make you an avatar, krillen. Just, do you want your member name or your character?

How about you just take your avatar and put your name in yourself. It'd save James a lot of trouble. And if you can't do it yourself, have someone else willing to do do it for you. ^.^ Food for thought.

No offense, but if another person should be let in, it probably should be a girl. There's only one girl in this RPG. But I dunno if James is bringing in anymore people. O.o Remember the Alamo!

Alright. Bravo people. But you gotta feel sorry for the ones not picked still...

Silly Asuka. I'm not in the Kahn Forest. You missed me. I'm located on that Noroa Beach or whatever it's called. I won't be staying in that area if I'm picked for the game, though.

It's not wise for NASA to spend the money on some little satellite. Might as well use it for some good if they must take it. The space station isn't going to do any good at the moment anyways.