BS's jouney thru SYM's tunnels ISO love
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Ned Flanders
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**twitch twitch**
Believe it or not, I was actually expecting you to write Tibby next, or even T'...But, I guess we all get our share of the luck.
You remembered my two peice! And my shortness, too. ( ) Well, at least ya mentioned Anomen: he gets far less attention than he deserves. And damn that Bobby... I knew he would be getting me into trouble!
What's this about me probably giving into you eventually?! You wish, pal!
But overall, very good.
I never would have suspected the rat to make an appearence, though.
Believe it or not, I was actually expecting you to write Tibby next, or even T'...But, I guess we all get our share of the luck.
You remembered my two peice! And my shortness, too. (
) Well, at least ya mentioned Anomen: he gets far less attention than he deserves. And damn that Bobby... I knew he would be getting me into trouble!What's this about me probably giving into you eventually?! You wish, pal!
But overall, very good.
I never would have suspected the rat to make an appearence, though.
"There are worse things in the world than serving the whims of a deadly sex goddess." - Zevran
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Wandering down the tunnel, BS was streaming forth a string of obscenities that would make a sailor and most women in Kentucky blush. So close, and still, nothing to show for it but a gnawed off ear.
He paused in front of the next tunnel, halfway deciding to to just call it off and head back home, when his stubborn streak kicked in. No, he had come too far, and he just knew he was close this time.
He raised up through the floor, carefull looking around the room. Seemed kinda rustic, esp the small collection of artificial Christmas trees that stood huddled in the corner. He bagan to get a sinking feeling when he read the cardbord sign in front of them, so, this was what a Druid grove was supposed to look like. Thoughts of which druid he had stumbled on ran through his mind, and his hopes soared, only to be crashed by a single, undeniably sound coming from the midst of the Grove.
"Baaaahhhhh"
Damn, sheep. That could only mean one particular druid, and looking to the desk in the crner, sure enough, there decked out in a bathrobe that had twigs and various herbs sewed into it, sat Gwally.
Looking closer, BS noticed the man was quite intent on what he was doing. It seemed he was...yes, he was p[olishing apples. Evidently, this held a strange appeal for the man, as he continually muttered to himself.
"Ah, such succulent firmness. See how my hand slides smoothly across the texture. Oh, I never experienced such joy and perfection before. Ysh simply must tell me her secret."
oh, that was it. gwally was polishing Ysh's apples....again. Suddenly, one of the apples on the desk began to move. Gwally noticed immedialty, and a look of horror came to his face. Muttering something about he hadn't cast insect plauge, he began to scream, the words telling BS that evidently, ants were trying to make of with his most prized posetion, and not neccassarily the sheep.
Screaming for forgivness at what he must do, Gwally pulled a baseball bat from beneath his robes. For a moment, BS was surprised to hear the bat speak! Then he noticed the Furby that had been strapped to it, and his confusion lessened. So, this was the infamous louisville Slugger.
After decemating his desk, and doing no real harm to the ant, the man sat quite still and began to chant. As his hands began to move with the incantation, BS watched as Gwally picked up a vat of glue and poured it over himself, followed by a bag of leaves raked from the yard. Behold, the Druid had morphed into a Shambling Mound.
Unforutunalty, the Druid forgot that the glue simply couldn't tell the difference between leaves and ordinary furniture, and the man was bonded to the chair, causing it to rise with him and tangling his legs, causing him to fall into a heap in the middle of the floor. Just as he was starting to rise, an apple fell from the desk, hitting him right between the eyes.
Disgusted at his continued bad luck, BS lowered himself back into the tunnels, his last sight of Gwally a mess of leaves and twigs, curled protectivly in a fetal position around his precious apple. Well, at least someone had succeeded in their goals, and BS thought for a moment of congratulating Gwally, when again, the baaaahing of the sheep reached his ears.
Shuddering, BS took another drink and started of down the next tunnel. Of all the things he had seem, this may have been the most disturbing. No matter, anoither lead had been followed. He had to be getting closer....didn't he?
Oh, for the record, I had all but forgotten this thread. Blame goes to T
He paused in front of the next tunnel, halfway deciding to to just call it off and head back home, when his stubborn streak kicked in. No, he had come too far, and he just knew he was close this time.
He raised up through the floor, carefull looking around the room. Seemed kinda rustic, esp the small collection of artificial Christmas trees that stood huddled in the corner. He bagan to get a sinking feeling when he read the cardbord sign in front of them, so, this was what a Druid grove was supposed to look like. Thoughts of which druid he had stumbled on ran through his mind, and his hopes soared, only to be crashed by a single, undeniably sound coming from the midst of the Grove.
"Baaaahhhhh"
Damn, sheep. That could only mean one particular druid, and looking to the desk in the crner, sure enough, there decked out in a bathrobe that had twigs and various herbs sewed into it, sat Gwally.
Looking closer, BS noticed the man was quite intent on what he was doing. It seemed he was...yes, he was p[olishing apples. Evidently, this held a strange appeal for the man, as he continually muttered to himself.
"Ah, such succulent firmness. See how my hand slides smoothly across the texture. Oh, I never experienced such joy and perfection before. Ysh simply must tell me her secret."
oh, that was it. gwally was polishing Ysh's apples....again. Suddenly, one of the apples on the desk began to move. Gwally noticed immedialty, and a look of horror came to his face. Muttering something about he hadn't cast insect plauge, he began to scream, the words telling BS that evidently, ants were trying to make of with his most prized posetion, and not neccassarily the sheep.
Screaming for forgivness at what he must do, Gwally pulled a baseball bat from beneath his robes. For a moment, BS was surprised to hear the bat speak! Then he noticed the Furby that had been strapped to it, and his confusion lessened. So, this was the infamous louisville Slugger.
After decemating his desk, and doing no real harm to the ant, the man sat quite still and began to chant. As his hands began to move with the incantation, BS watched as Gwally picked up a vat of glue and poured it over himself, followed by a bag of leaves raked from the yard. Behold, the Druid had morphed into a Shambling Mound.
Unforutunalty, the Druid forgot that the glue simply couldn't tell the difference between leaves and ordinary furniture, and the man was bonded to the chair, causing it to rise with him and tangling his legs, causing him to fall into a heap in the middle of the floor. Just as he was starting to rise, an apple fell from the desk, hitting him right between the eyes.
Disgusted at his continued bad luck, BS lowered himself back into the tunnels, his last sight of Gwally a mess of leaves and twigs, curled protectivly in a fetal position around his precious apple. Well, at least someone had succeeded in their goals, and BS thought for a moment of congratulating Gwally, when again, the baaaahing of the sheep reached his ears.
Shuddering, BS took another drink and started of down the next tunnel. Of all the things he had seem, this may have been the most disturbing. No matter, anoither lead had been followed. He had to be getting closer....didn't he?
Oh, for the record, I had all but forgotten this thread. Blame goes to T
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ROFLMAO Great addition BS I told everyone I was an instigator
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"I have seen them/I have watched them all fall/I have been them/I have watched myself crawl"
"I will only complicate you/Trust in me and fall as well"
"Quiet time...no more whine"
"I have seen them/I have watched them all fall/I have been them/I have watched myself crawl"
"I will only complicate you/Trust in me and fall as well"
"Quiet time...no more whine"
Well hit sir!
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ROFLMAO @BS ! Another gem in your collection....
No worries,
Beldin
No worries,
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So he kills kittens? Nothing to fear about that. (CM about Foul on SYM)
"Hey Beldin ! I don't like your face !"
"Nevermore."
Famous Last Words:
"You can't kill me 'cause I've got magic armoraaaaargh !"
"They're only kobolds!"
So he kills kittens? Nothing to fear about that. (CM about Foul on SYM)
"Hey Beldin ! I don't like your face !"
"Nevermore."
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Well done, sir lady-charmer! Keep writing, for the sake of love!
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If you ever fall off the Sears Tower, just go real limp, because maybe you'll look like a dummy and people will try to catch you because, hey, free dummy.
Love is a perky elf dancing a merry little jig and then suddenly he turns on you with a miniature machine gun.
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LMAO , brilliant work BS - glad to see the search continues
, brilliant work BS - glad to see the search continues Eerhardt
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Famous Last Words:
"You can't kill me 'cause I've got magic armoraaaaargh !"
"They're only kobolds!"
So he kills kittens? Nothing to fear about that. (CM about Foul on SYM)
"Hey Beldin ! I don't like your face !"
"Nevermore."
Famous Last Words:
"You can't kill me 'cause I've got magic armoraaaaargh !"
"They're only kobolds!"
So he kills kittens? Nothing to fear about that. (CM about Foul on SYM)
"Hey Beldin ! I don't like your face !"
"Nevermore."
Heh. Good idea, Beldin.
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