Dragon Warrior

Dagger, that image scares me ;_; Okay, so most of you had exams last week, but I have them this week, so here... [center][img]http://img44.imageshack.us/img44/8769/slackers504lb.jpg[/img][/center] AND LOOK! The 50th comic made! [b]Happy 50th Comic, Slackers In Slacks![/b] Thanks for the support, all!

I considered this. As you can see in my sig, it's a menu. I wanted to make a Final Fantasy-based menu system where each buttons actually linked to the thread. It was a nifty idea, but against the rules. So I just have what I have.

I made Arjal goofy looking to appeal to the childrens' sense of humor. They like silly pictures. I wasn't aiming for stupidity, which older kids and adults like us would probably gather. The pictures are also simplistic 'cause I only had a few hours to make this XD

My teacher told me to make a book for toddlers that the parents could read with them. So I didn't do what other people did (books with words), I just made a picture book and let the kids/parents have their own interpretation. To me, though, it's "Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover." But yeah.

Actually, the story teaches don't judge a book by its cover, more or less :P Arjal sees the native squirrels, gets scared, runs, needs help, they help him, he finds out they're not so bad, and they're friends. Ta da :^D

Heh, I'll give some constructive critisism. I may agree with Nomad that this story is a little shotty, but it can be improved. Firstly, I know what it's like to make random humor stories. I do it all the time. But whether people know it or not, there's a trick to the "Art Of Randomness." You have to counteract it with a dash of serious, otherwise it's so random that it's no longer entertaining, funny, or interesting. It can even be a bit hard to read. In your case, it's trying so hard to use the randomness for comedy sake that it completely loses its effect. You're also going in a very bad direction. You're using high immaturity for your humor, which doesn't tend to fly with many more aged readers, even the teens here on OB. A whole paragraph dedicated to the description of how Bill had to use the facilities, but couldn't and ended up messing himself won't be funny to most. Those are the kind of stories you make with your friends because they [i]will[/i] find it funny. If you do end up using some profanity like this, use it in small, more mature doses. Of course, you can't be completely mature with it. You have all these ideas to make things humorous, but they're not getting you anywhere. For one thing, you need to expand on the ideas more. This chapter is hardly a page in Microsoft Word. Make your chapters longer and to do so, use lots of more description. Explaining things with a humorous manner can make the story much more enjoyable and funny (as long as you avoid being too random, as I said). The naked robot chick with wires in her arse and face could be funny with more to it, but not just on its on. To me, she's just some naked robot with wires in her parts. One part did make me smile. The robot says, "Shut up, you dumb cleaner, if your job means anything to you at all," and the janitor replies, "Not really." That's excellent humor right there. It's the best kind when you make fun of puns and old phrases. Lines like "Shut up if your life means anything to you" can be easily twisted around for comedy like you did. Keep at that kind of stuff more often. It's not so much things have gone way over Nomad's head. It's just that its such immature and low-graded comedy without the good stuff in the mix that people simply don't find it that funny. You have a plot idea, now extend on it. This chapter could have been so much more. The janitor part could've only been the introduction and then we'd get more of the plot as the chapter went on. Right now this isn't anything to read. Work on your comedy, on your grammar a bit (which isn't too bad in the first place), and remember on the forums, add a space between your paragraphs, so it doesn't look like a bunched up mess. I'd like to see you rewrite this story with a new first chapter using some of the tips I've given you. Extend the story, space your paragraphs, use random humor as long as its evened out with the serious plot, tell more of the plot, use description, and keep at that comedy-style of puns and phrases. Good luck :)

Sorry for the inconvenience, everyone. Imagecabin is awful. Never use it. Now that Imageshack is back up and working, here are all the images :)

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Yeah, for Creative Writing class I had to make a kids' book (two actually... one for young kids and the other for toddlers). This book I'm about to present is the toddler one since I did it all on computer. It's a picture book about an alligator or crocodile (whichever you want him to be) named Arjal. He wishes to sail on his boat, so he does so, but winds up at an unknown island. Enjoy. [center][img]http://img81.imageshack.us/img81/8016/arjaltitle8yw.jpg[/img] [img]http://img69.imageshack.us/img69/4468/titlepage8zi.jpg[/img] [img]http://img64.imageshack.us/img64/2440/page13be.jpg[/img] [img]http://img69.imageshack.us/img69/2692/page29gk.jpg[/img] [img]http://img69.imageshack.us/img69/1645/page32vh.jpg[/img] [img]http://img69.imageshack.us/img69/2693/page40lm.jpg[/img] [img]http://img69.imageshack.us/img69/1835/page54ne.jpg[/img] [img]http://img69.imageshack.us/img69/7067/page69eu.jpg[/img] [img]http://img69.imageshack.us/img69/589/page76va.jpg[/img] [img]http://img69.imageshack.us/img69/3420/page84xm.jpg[/img] [img]http://img69.imageshack.us/img69/3895/page96jp.jpg[/img] [img]http://img69.imageshack.us/img69/9520/page108pw.jpg[/img] [img]http://img69.imageshack.us/img69/4986/page114mc.jpg[/img] [img]http://img69.imageshack.us/img69/3734/page121jn.jpg[/img] [img]http://img69.imageshack.us/img69/9274/page138ti.jpg[/img] [img]http://img69.imageshack.us/img69/8645/page146wv.jpg[/img] [img]http://img69.imageshack.us/img69/3425/page155by.jpg[/img] [img]http://img69.imageshack.us/img69/4190/page166sg.jpg[/img][/center] Comments :^D [b]EDIT:[/b] Pictures are fixed, obviously.

Well, I owe it to ye to read this dribble since you read my crap. Just kidding :^D Pretty well-written, though. The plot sounds intriguing and I'm curious to see who's behind it all. Naturally I believe Stuart's innocent, but is that what you want me to think? Annie, you witty gal! You play me like a fiddle. Keep it up.

I'm pleased to see the fanbase growing. [center][img]http://img67.imageshack.us/img67/3528/slackers470qg.jpg[/img][/center] [center] [/center] [left][color=teal]EDIT:[/color] [/left] [center][img]http://img12.imageshack.us/img12/8274/slackers488nj.jpg[/img][/center] [center] [/center] [left][color=teal]I deleted the post under/above yours, so I merged 'em! -Syk3[/color][/left]

Sorry it took so long to get this one up. I hope you enjoy it. The saga is almost coming to a close. [center][size=5]Chapter Three: In A Tight Spot[/size][/center] [size=2][left]Alan created a beatbox with his mouth and suddenly the ride to his hideout became a musical extravaganza with White singing and DW backing it up. ?I wanna be a cowboy, baby,? White sang. ?I ride all night ?cause I sleep all day,? DW joined. ?Cowboy, baby.? ?I can smell a pig from a mile away.? Their amazing songs were interrupted by the rumble in their tumble. ?Whiiiiite,? DW whined. ?Whaaaaaaat?? ?I have a rumble in my tuuuuummmmmble.? ?Stab it a few times.? ?You can?t stab it, Whiiiiite. I?ll die.? ?Point being?? ?Shut both yer traps,? Alan scolded. ?We?re here.? White and DW turned to see a large diner built in the middle of nowhere in particular. ?The ROFL House?? White looked queerly at the building, which caused DW and Alan to scoot away. They left White alone when he acted queerly like that. ?Yes,? Alan replied. ?The ROFL House is the best dern place to git waffles an? other breakfast delights.? ?Ooo! Ooo!? DW skipped. ?Can I have extra whip cream?!? ?Did you do your homework?? White asked. ?No,? DW sulked. ?See what happens when you don?t?? ?But the teacher doesn?t like me. He picks on me, I swear! Just because I have a funny nose.? ?DW, you have no nose.? DW thought about this for a moment, then nodded. ?Touché, White.? ?When you two ladies are done kissin?, I?d like to eat muh gawd-damned ROFLES!? Alan barked. DW and White locked their horses and entered the building. The place smelt of good food and old nannies (you know, the kind that have been in the business for [I]too[/I] long). DW admired the setting. ?Just like Denny?s,? he cooed. ?Seriously, what?s with the cooing?? White remarked. ?Okay, fellers, what would you like?? Alan asked. ?Wait, this is your hideout?? White questioned. ?The ROFL House?? ?When I man needs his waffles, he needs his gawd-damn ROF-? ?Yeah, yeah, you went through that already. I?m jus? sayin? that this is a highly popular place. We might as well stand outside with a sign saying we?re here.? In fact, DW was stupid enough to leave an obvious sign on the way to the famed ROFL House. Earlier on their ride, when White and Alan were busy discussing custom member titles, he thought it?d be funny if he?d write ?Your Mom?s A Cactus? upon one of the desert plants on the trail. Of course, he was also dumb enough to write ?LOVE THE TWO BANDITS WHO DIDN?T PAY THEIR SERVICE CHARGE? at the bottom. ?Listen here, feller,? Alan said, cocking his shotgun, ?I know these deserts like the back of my ankle hair, so you jus? sit yer yella-belly bunions down and leave everythin? to me, aight?? ?Aight? What are you, turning gangsta?? ?Shut yer trap!? Alan cocked his gun fiercely. White obliged and took a seat with DW, who was oddly eating plastic straws from a container at their table. White looked around the place, cautious of his surroundings. There were just normal folk hanging about, like a few families, a cowboy here and there, a number of aliens from Mars, and a couple of medieval knights, preferably from King Arthur?s Court. Nothing out of the ordinary here. That?s when White began to relax and DW began to choke on straws. Not too far away from the ROFL House where Alan was cocking his shotgun while ordering food and White was prying plastic from DW?s esophagus, the deadly bounty hunter Ozymandius Jones had picked up their scent. Pretty much she saw DW?s retarded sign. ?Foolish mortals,? Ozy hissed. She then took off in flight. What? It?s my story. She can have super flight. Or regular flight for that matter. It wasn?t long before Ozy landed at the ROFL House ready for blood. She busted open the door and glared in. Everyone stared back. The aliens shifted in their seats. ?I?m lookin? for two men who go by the names of Dusty DW and White the Kid.? ?Hold on, hold on,? Retribution said as he stood up from his lovely brunch with Mimminx. ?There was no point in the story where the two guys were revealed to be Dusty DW and White the Kid. Therefore, you couldn?t have possibly known that it was them, ergo making this plot insanely complex and improbable at the same time of being very confusing and incorrect, causing this crap I?m saying to be a massive run-on sentence.? Everyone stared at him. Ozy arched an eyebrow. Retribution shifted his eyes. The aliens peered strangely through tentacles. The knights stopped drinking from their ketchup bottles. Everyone was silent. Especially Silent Sandy. He?s always silent. Haha? ohhhh, Sandy. You?re so crazy. Okay, back to the story? ?What the hell are you talkin? about?? Ozy asked. Then she shot Retribution. ?That?s not fair. I was supposed to be in chapter five!? He then collapsed into his scrambled eggs. ?NOOO!? shouted Chef Shy. He leapt over the counter and rushed towards the table where Retribution had fallen. With tears in his eyes, he lifted Retri from the mess of eggs, then hastily flung him aside and raised the platter. ?I worked so hard on these eggs,? he weeped. He sobbed for about ten minutes. It was really kind of pathetic. But no one dared disturb the disgruntled chef and his mourning. Not even Ozy did, who eventually decided to sit down and pour herself some coffee after a good three minutes of the sobbing. ?Eggs? we had so much to share?? he cried. Ozy rolled her eyes. ?We never had a walk in the park.? She was starting to feel sorry for the guy now. ?What about that road trip we planned?? She felt something close to being water in her eyes, but she lacked tear ducts, so it couldn?t be that. ?I wrote you a poem? I?m going to read it.? ?Okay, now that?s enough!? Ozy interrupted. ?Get a grip, man!? She shot Shy too, who didn?t end up dying, but actually ended up being rushed to a hospital where he shared rooms with famous talk show host Regis Philbin and received a contract for his own show ?Shy Guys In New York.? It was cancelled shortly after the viewers figured out it was a gay show. Shy was also distressed to find his character homosexual. ?Screw what that guy said. I know who you two lam0rz are and I?m gonna ban yer asses.? Ozy looked around the room, then at a poster of the two fugitives, but she couldn?t find them. Where had they gone? ?Where have they gone?? I just said that. OW! She shot me! Can she do that?! Anyways, little did Ozymandius Jones know, while the whole Chef Shy cry thing was going on, Alan had snuck the two out the back door of the ROFL House where they found a car, hopped inside, and drove off into the sunset. Not too far off, Marshall James J. James and his two goons Dagger and Des were wandering the desert. For some unknown reason they didn?t have horses. For some stranger reason, James didn?t have pants on. Dagger attempted to revert her vision. ?Boss, how come we?re still chasing these two guys even if Ozy?s on the job?? Dagger asked. ?Yeah, I wanna go back to the Goddess of Luck,? Des whined. ?They have awesome Purple Happy Drinks.? ?Shut both yer mouths,? said the pantsless marshall. ?I have the right mind to smack you both. We can?t trust a criminal to do a job of justice. She?ll probably kill?em and then take off with the bank money and the money for the service charge. And god damnit, I want that service charge!? ?Of course, sir,? Dagger said. ?But what about our horses?? ?We had to sell them,? James said, wiping away sweat. ?It was crucial. We needed the money.? ?You bought a few packs of Pokemon cards,? she grumbled. ?Hey, boss, I?ll trade you my holographic Pikachu for your Charizard,? Des offered. ?Hell no, boy,? James hugged his cards. ?Charizard would fry that pikashit to? umm? well? pikashit!? ?There?s got to be a way to get there quicker, though, Boss,? Dagger whined. ?We?ve lost an incredible amount of time.? That?s when a truck full of pigs pulled up and stopped next to James. A hick poked his head out of the driver?s seat window and looked down at the marshall. He immediately noted the lack of pants and cringed. Then he saw the dashing Dagger and winked. ?You fellers need a ride?? ?Yes!? James shouted. ?We?re compensating your vehicle.? ?Confiscating, sir,? Des corrected. ?Confinescatering or whatever.? ?Whatever, lawdog. You, little lady, can sit up front with ole Corey. You boys git in the back with muh pigs. Don?t worry. They only bite if you recently had a Purple Happy Drink.? Des whined while they loaded into the truck and drove off. No one bothered talking until the ROFL House was a good distance away, as if Ozy could hear them. If she could, she can hear really good and stuff! I mean, [I]really[/I] good. So good, it?s really awesome and stuff and I mean, wow! ?Who was that?? White asked Alan. ?That was Ozymandius Jones,? he replied, cocking his shotgun. ?Should you be doing that while driving?? DW asked. ?Ozymandius Jones?? White repeated. ?Never heard of him.? ?It?s a her.? Alan thought for a moment. ?I think.? He thought longer. ?Yeah, it is. She?s a bounty hunter, the best damn one there ever was.? ?And she?s after us?? White asked. ?Umm? duh!? Alan remarked, cocking his shotgun. ?She said yer guyses? names, didn?t she?? He took a swig of vodka. ?Umm? maybe I should drive, Alan,? White considered. ?What you talkin? ?bout? I?m drivin? jus? fine. I can drink and drive.? ?We?re stuck in a cactus,? White muttered. It was true. Alan peeked over and saw that he had somehow accomplished to drive the car up into a thirty-foot-tall cactus. After some agile movements, back-breaking labor, and the action of rubbing oil on one?s own naked body, the three got the car down. It exploded shortly after. ?Now what are we going to do?? White complained. ?We?re stuck and that Ozy chick is bound to catch us.? ?Correction,? someone said. ?You?ve been caught.? They all turned to see Syk3 the Retarded Bandit with a harpoon. ?Haven?t you died twice?? DW asked. ?And where did you get a harpoon?? White added. ?Shut yer traps,? Syk3 grinned. ?I?ve got you now, Dusty DW and White the Kid and? umm?? He stared at Alan for a moment. ?? and other guy. When I turn you all in fer not payin? that there service charge, I?m gonna git a hefty reward.? Somehow Syk3 managed to stab himself through the torso with the harpoon, but that didn?t stop him. He pulled out mace. ?I have mace!? White, DW, and Alan all freaked. Despite the fact that Alan had a shotgun that was constantly cocked and ready to fire, they all set down their weapons in fear of getting a slight burning sensation in their pupils. ?Calm down, Syk3,? White soothed. ?Shuddup!? Syk3 barked. ?Yer all dead now!? He raised the mace when his head was suddenly chopped off by a ninja star. Everyone turned to see Ozymandius Jones. ?Never thought I?d be happy to see her,? White commented. ?I like her boots,? DW said. ?Me too. Where?d you get those?? ?JCPennies,? Ozy replied. ?They?re smashing with the rest of your outfit,? White complimented. ?Were they costly?? ?Eh? fourteen bucks,? Ozy said. ?But I just had to have them.? ?Yeah, well, sometimes you have to treat yourself,? DW smiled. ?Yes.? Then Ozy snapped out of it. ?Hey, wait, we?re not talkin? about fashion here.? ?Even if it?s a really interesting subject,? Alan said, who was immediately shot dead afterwards. ?Oh, come on!? White shouted. ?You just killed him. I mean, who does that?! Who just kills a man for talking? You have a really bad habit of just shooting everyone.? Ozy cocked her pistol. ?Point taken.? ?This is the end of you two,? Ozy grinned. ?For not payin? that service charge, you pay the service charge of life.? ?Wow, that was a good one,? DW said sarcastically. ?What?d you do, stay up all night thinkin? that one up?? ?No, I just made it up now.? ?Oh, then it wasn?t bad for on the spot.? Ozy cocked the gun again and DW gulped. Alan was dead, our two heroes were at gunpoint, and there was still a straw lodged in DW?s throat. They were certainly in one tight spot.[/left][/size]

[QUOTE=Stark]That's great to hear. I remember hearing that song when I was in Middle School because they were playing it on the radio, and none of my friends knew what I was talking about. That was when I was living in Pennsylvania, though no one here in Florida seems to have heard of them either. Just a question, curiosity really, but have they made any more CDs?[/QUOTE] [b]Overcome's[/b] amazing popularity struck shortly after 9/11, which was what the song is about. The music video for it is quite touching, but the song itself is just incredible. It was requested on the radio more than any song during that time. Live currently has seven albums out if you include the Best of Live. [list] [*]Mental Jewelry [*]Throwing Copper [*]Secret Samadhi [*]The Distance To Here [*]V [*]Birds of Pray [*]Awake, The Best of Live [/list] They are currently working on their new album called [b]Songs From Black Mountain[/b]. It keeps getting post-poned sadly. It was supposed to be out November 2005, then March 21st, and now the official date of its release is April 11th. I await eagerly! You can listen to a sample of their single "The River," which will start playing on the radio on January 31st. [URL=http://www.listentolive.com]CLICK HERE[/URL] to hear it.

Though I may act insane or "stupid" on the internet, in real life, I'm always positive around others. I choose not to show my bad moods so I'm not to get anyone else down. I enjoy hearing my friends vent, so I can help them. I'm friends with basically everyone at school, so I have no choice but to be one of those people there for others. You get satisfaction out of it. Today my friend Jaimie was very upset. She wouldn't even talk to me. So I just made this graphic for her and sent it through an IM for when she returned from being away. She was happy to get it and I'm glad it made her in a better mood. [center][img]http://img379.imageshack.us/img379/592/flowers9dr.jpg[/img][/center]

Puns are a slacker's specialty :3 [center][img]http://img385.imageshack.us/img385/56/slackers463xv.jpg[/img][/center]

You're thinking of the Capital One commercials. They're credit card commercials and I do like them. My friends and I have actually done films very similar. Just not advertising anything. [center][img]http://img61.imageshack.us/img61/5067/slackers458dh.jpg[/img][/center]

[quote name='Stark']DW, what you said made me jump for joy! Wow! I'm not the only one who has heard this song! [/quote] Likewise, Stark. Live is a band that tends to stay on the downlow, so they don't want that much popularity, but despite that fact, many of their songs play on the radio still, including "Overcome." Not many people at my school know the song either or the band, for that matter, so I'm the one who gets them into both ;)

I may be a dude and we may/are "stereotypically" look at/obsessed with porn, but I do have an opinion on the topic. Plain and simple too. It's not just women who do it. Guys do it as well. Both genders are allowed to express themselves freely and it's not our choice to tell them what to do. Despite the fact that the US government is trying to ban internet pornography (and most likely succeeding), it's not really their decision either (but they mainly care about children and underaged teens seeing it). People have sex in real life as it is. Is that a bad thing? No. The only difference here is it's in front of a camera or perhaps for a live audience. It's porn. Whoopdie doo, Basil.

[b]Title:[/b] I'd have to disagree with Retribution. I don't think you overdid it on the brush and in fact, the colors you chose really blend well with one another. The font for "White's Pictura" is excellent (I want that font!) and the other font is so-so (rather plain compared to the rest of the artistic stylings). The main thing I dislike is that it cuts off. Like at the bottom, you can see where the image ends. It'd look a lot better (in my opinion) if it didn't end at the edge of the image. You should have made the canvas larger so the "star" of the title could be there fully. If you savvy. [b]Stars:[/b] Basically what I just said above applies here aside from a few things. I like how three images form one. Very nice. My sister makes posters on her wall by cutting up images in magazines and pasting them the same exact way. Very artistic. The font is your weak point here. Once again, very bland compared to everything, especially the gray text on the far right one. Firstly, I don't think that font really goes with it. But it's also that it's just one solid color sitting there doing nothing, not really going with the rest of the image. If you gave it more depth and character, it could work wonders :) [b]Irresistably Desired:[/b] I don't think too much is going on through the whole image, but rather in just one spot. Perhaps if [LOVE] wasn't pink and rather white or some other color, it'd stand out more and give the picture more depth. Otherwise, it's just too much pink in one spot that it's hard on the eyes. Having said that, it is interesting and looks like something I see on myspace or other blogs :P

[left]I'm just pleased it's taking off finally. Currently we're just working the characters and building everything up. Then when the time comes, The Witch, The Warlock, and The Cat will mess with The Inventor's potions and cause a scene that gives the impression that all five of us are involved in witchcraft, ergo banishing us to Fell. Enjoy your time on Earth while you still can ;)[/left]

I don't think there needs to be more mods. I can see the current mods doing their jobs just fine. There may be some members getting out of control every now and then, but they are always eventually tamed by one of the admins or moderators. Let's save new mod positions for new forums or if an old moderator has to drop out (or one just disappears off the face of the Earth). :)

Bart the Barbarian returns. Hoorah! [center][img]http://img74.imageshack.us/img74/6296/slackers444sp.jpg[/img][/center]

I'd say beautiful and pretty are the same in terms of songs. It's probably only different when you're talking about someone. Hah. I mean, I'd love to hear my favorite song [b]Overcome[/b] at a school dance and I think it's the most [i]beautiful[/i] song I've ever heard. Yeah, I definitely don't see a difference between pretty and beautiful. [center][b]"Overcome"[/b] - [i]Live[/i] Even now The world is bleeding But feeling just fine All numb in a castle Where we?re always free to choose Never free enough to find I wish something would break Cuz we?re running out of time. And I am overcome, yeah I am overcome Holy water in my lungs I am overcome. These women in the street Pulling out their hair My master?s in the yard Giving light to the unaware This plastic little place Is just a step amongst the stairs. And I am overcome, yeah I am overcome, baby Holy water in my lungs, yeah I am overcome. So drive me out, yeah Out to that open field Turn the ignition off And spin around Your help is here But I?m parked in the open space But locking the gates of love. I am overcome I am overcome, baby Holy water in my lungs, yeah I am overcome, yeah I am overcome, oh lord I am overcome, baby Holy water in my lungs Holy water, holy water I am overcome. Beautiful drowning This beautiful drowning This holy water This holy water, is in my lungs. And I am overcome I am overcome, yeah Heh, I, heh, I, heh, I am overcome I am overcome lord.[/center]

[left]"How incredibly fascinating," Helmet cooed as he looked over pieces of bark that were scattered around the entrance to a large, dead forest. "These pieces of bark are unnaturally strong with magic." "So this is really the entrance to Fell?" August said, admiring the path. "Yes," Helmet smiled without looking up from the bark. "They say that once you cross over the threshold of the forest entrance, you are suddenly in the middle of the woods with no entrance to our world in sight. No one can return." "If no one can return, where do the stories come from?" Took questioned. Not even Wilhelm could answer that, for he sat with a puzzled expression on his face, something Took rarely saw. The witch hunter stared on into the opening of Fell. The trees twisted around each other forming a wall and only a hole in the center made the entrance. It was so dark within it that you could barely see two feet inward. The place looked dead and rather unnerving. August walked toward the woods while Wilhelm worked. The inventor, without looking up, warned Took of the dangers. "Don't go too near the entrance. We don't want to wind up in Fell for good." August ignored and felt about the trees. He touched their bark and found it surprisingly cold, despite the warm summer day. In fact, it was as cold as ice. He took a knife out and cut away at the bark only to see it ooze out some type of goo. "Wilhelm, c'mere," Took muttered to his companion. The inventor came, but not very pleased to be disturbed from his work. "This better be goo-" Then he saw the goo. "Fascinating!" Took looked at his friend queerly. [i]Fascinating[/i] is all he can say? What about explaining what it is. And just as if Wilhelm had read his friend's thoughts, he stated, "I'm not sure what it is, but it's quite abnormal. This is definitely the entrance to Fell." He skipped over to his pack and took out a glass container. He then frolicked back over and handed it to Took. "Scoop some of the goo into the jar while I gather everything together. We're going back to the inn for tests." Took scraped the goo in with his knife and stared at it through the glass. He then turned to see Wilhelm jumping around with his gear like a kid in the candy store. "You like this stuff too much," August commented. "You should learn to enjoy more than just killing, August," Helmet replied with a smirk. He thought he was so clever sometimes. Witty even. Nevertheless, the two traveled back to town, which was only a mile down the road. [/left]

Woo. Here's Wednesday's [center][img]http://img235.imageshack.us/img235/8488/slackers430tw.jpg[/img][/center]