The smear of blood trailing across the floor was like a knife to the heart, causing the mounting panic to break over Leperous in a flood. All reason was washed away in that instant, as he tore through the house shearching in vain for what he feard had been taken away forever.
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The smear of blood trailing across the floor was like a knife to the heart, causing the mounting panic to break over Leperous in a flood. All reason was washed away in that instant, as he tore through the house shearching in vain for what he feard had been taken away forever. Into the kitchen, it was a complete mess. The table was flipped on edge, the chairs had been thrown around and blood was sprayed all over the walls. Everything was fileld with bulletholes, as Leperous stood still for a second his genious mind counted 823 of them. Then he realised why he was here in the first place, THE CEREAL! He swiftly jumped across the floor and landed by the cupboard and looked into it...
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The smear of blood trailing across the floor was like a knife to the heart, causing the mounting panic to break over Leperous in a flood. All reason was washed away in that instant, as he tore through the house shearching in vain for what he feard had been taken away forever. Into the kitchen, it was a complete mess. The table was flipped on edge, the chairs had been thrown around and blood was sprayed all over the walls. Everything was fileld with bulletholes, as Leperous stood still for a second his genious mind counted 823 of them. Then he realised why he was here in the first place, THE CEREAL! He swiftly jumped across the floor and landed by the cupboard and looked into it...
It was gone! the box had been torn asunder, scattering bits of rice crispies everywhere; but the amulet was nowhere to be seen. absently noting the oddity of there being exactly 1024 cheerieos mixed in with the refuse, Leperous began to pace inccesently pondering the nights strange events...
The smear of blood trailing across the floor was like a knife to the heart, causing the mounting panic to break over Leperous in a flood. All reason was washed away in that instant, as he tore through the house shearching in vain for what he feard had been taken away forever. Into the kitchen, it was a complete mess. The table was flipped on edge, the chairs had been thrown around and blood was sprayed all over the walls. Everything was filled with bulletholes, as Leperous stood still for a second his genious mind counted 823 of them. Then he realised why he was here in the first place, THE CEREAL! He swiftly jumped across the floor and landed by the cupboard and looked into it...
It was gone! the box had been torn asunder, scattering bits of rice crispies everywhere; but the amulet was nowhere to be seen. absently noting the oddity of there being exactly 1024 cheerieos mixed in with the refuse, Leperous began to pace inccesently pondering the nights strange events. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, a freak tornado appeared, grabbing and tossing anything in its way. The house flew up and started to spin, with the poor, but oh so genious, Leperous inside who was now starting to shatter! All his once so beloved bodyparts were randomly thrown around and smashed against the walls.
[addsig]The smear of blood trailing across the floor was like a knife to the heart, causing the mounting panic to break over Leperous in a flood. All reason was washed away in that instant, as he tore through the house shearching in vain for what he feard had been taken away forever. Into the kitchen, it was a complete mess. The table was flipped on edge, the chairs had been thrown around and blood was sprayed all over the walls. Everything was filled with bulletholes, as Leperous stood still for a second his genious mind counted 823 of them. Then he realised why he was here in the first place, THE CEREAL! He swiftly jumped across the floor and landed by the cupboard and looked into it...
It was gone! the box had been torn asunder, scattering bits of rice crispies everywhere; but the amulet was nowhere to be seen. absently noting the oddity of there being exactly 1024 cheerieos mixed in with the refuse, Leperous began to pace inccesently pondering the nights strange events. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, a freak tornado appeared, grabbing and tossing anything in its way. The house flew up and started to spin, with the poor, but oh so genious, Leperous inside who was now starting to shatter! All his once so beloved bodyparts were randomly thrown around and smashed against the walls. Then he fainted. When he woke up he'd lost his memory and...
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The smear of blood trailing across the floor was like a knife to the heart, causing the mounting panic to break over Leperous in a flood. All reason was washed away in that instant, as he tore through the house shearching in vain for what he feard had been taken away forever. Into the kitchen, it was a complete mess. The table was flipped on edge, the chairs had been thrown around and blood was sprayed all over the walls. Everything was filled with bulletholes, as Leperous stood still for a second his genious mind counted 823 of them. Then he realised why he was here in the first place, THE CEREAL! He swiftly jumped across the floor and landed by the cupboard and looked into it...
It was gone! the box had been torn asunder, scattering bits of rice crispies everywhere; but the amulet was nowhere to be seen. absently noting the oddity of there being exactly 1024 cheerieos mixed in with the refuse, Leperous began to pace inccesently pondering the nights strange events. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, a freak tornado appeared, grabbing and tossing anything in its way. The house flew up and started to spin, with the poor, but oh so genious, Leperous inside who was now starting to shatter! All his once so beloved bodyparts were randomly thrown around and smashed against the walls. Then he fainted. When he woke up he'd lost his memory and could not understand why the number 1024 had some strange significance, or why he should be preoccupied with it, as he lay in a blody heap with the wreckage of a house still setteling about him.
Leperouse's keen, obsessvie intelect catalogued the carnage about him with impassive efficency. However, his scrutiny was to no avail. the tornado had obliterated all that might have helped him to regain his memory...
HmmmmmMmm... 
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| It was gone! the box had been torn asunder, scattering bits of rice crispies everywhere; but the amulet was nowhere to be seen. absently noting the oddity of there being exactly 1024 cheerieos mixed in with the refuse, Leperous began to pace inccesently pondering the nights strange events. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, a freak tornado appeared, grabbing and tossing anything in its way. The house flew up and started to spin, with the poor, but oh so genious, Leperous inside who was now starting to shatter! All his once so beloved bodyparts were randomly thrown around and smashed against the walls. Then he fainted. When he woke up he'd lost his memory and could not understand why the number 1024 had some strange significance, or why he should be preoccupied with it, as he lay in a blody heap with the wreckage of a house still setteling about him.
Leperouse's keen, obsessvie intelect catalogued the carnage about him with impassive efficency. However, his scrutiny was to no avail. the tornado had obliterated all that might have helped him to regain his memory... then he saw it. he didnt know what it was as his brain that was once connected to his eyes was now soaking in butter. before his detached fingers could grasp.. the thing, a large green snark... |
The smear of blood trailing across the floor was like a knife to the heart, causing the mounting panic to break over Leperous in a flood. All reason was washed away in that instant, as he tore through the house shearching in vain for what he feard had been taken away forever. Into the kitchen, it was a complete mess. The table was flipped on edge, the chairs had been thrown around and blood was sprayed all over the walls. Everything was filled with bulletholes, as Leperous stood still for a second his genious mind counted 823 of them. Then he realised why he was here in the first place, THE CEREAL! He swiftly jumped across the floor and landed by the cupboard and looked into it...
It was gone! the box had been torn asunder, scattering bits of rice crispies everywhere; but the amulet was nowhere to be seen. absently noting the oddity of there being exactly 1024 cheerieos mixed in with the refuse, Leperous began to pace inccesently pondering the nights strange events. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, a freak tornado appeared, grabbing and tossing anything in its way. The house flew up and started to spin, with the poor, but oh so genious, Leperous inside who was now starting to shatter! All his once so beloved bodyparts were randomly thrown around and smashed against the walls. Then he fainted. When he woke up he'd lost his memory and could not understand why the number 1024 had some strange significance, or why he should be preoccupied with it, as he lay in a blody heap with the wreckage of a house still setteling about him.
Leperouse's keen, obsessvie intelect catalogued the carnage about him with impassive efficency. However, his scrutiny was to no avail. the tornado had obliterated all that might have helped him to regain his memory...then he saw it. he didnt know what it was as his brain that was once connected to his eyes was now soaking in butter. before his detached fingers could grasp.. the thing, a large green snark of doom!! Quicker than a cheetah, stronger than a Tiger - available now at Wal-Mart!
Orpheus has this huge knot on the side of his head, where his friend Brasso had seriously thwacked him with a steam shovel steering handle, because sometimes his friend doesnt know quite when to stfu...
meanwhile, back at the ranch....
Doc B...***running down the street 
The smear of blood trailing across the floor was like a knife to the heart, causing the mounting panic to break over Leperous in a flood. All reason was washed away in that instant, as he tore through the house shearching in vain for what he feard had been taken away forever. Into the kitchen, it was a complete mess. The table was flipped on edge, the chairs had been thrown around and blood was sprayed all over the walls. Everything was filled with bulletholes, as Leperous stood still for a second his genious mind counted 823 of them. Then he realised why he was here in the first place, THE CEREAL! He swiftly jumped across the floor and landed by the cupboard and looked into it...
It was gone! the box had been torn asunder, scattering bits of rice crispies everywhere; but the amulet was nowhere to be seen. absently noting the oddity of there being exactly 1024 cheerieos mixed in with the refuse, Leperous began to pace inccesently pondering the nights strange events. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, a freak tornado appeared, grabbing and tossing anything in its way. The house flew up and started to spin, with the poor, but oh so genious, Leperous inside who was now starting to shatter! All his once so beloved bodyparts were randomly thrown around and smashed against the walls. Then he fainted. When he woke up he'd lost his memory and could not understand why the number 1024 had some strange significance, or why he should be preoccupied with it, as he lay in a blody heap with the wreckage of a house still setteling about him.
Leperouse's keen, obsessvie intelect catalogued the carnage about him with impassive efficency. However, his scrutiny was to no avail. the tornado had obliterated all that might have helped him to regain his memory...then he saw it. he didnt know what it was as his brain that was once connected to his eyes was now soaking in butter. before his detached fingers could grasp.. the thing, a large green snark of doom!! Quicker than a cheetah, stronger than a Tiger - available now at Wal-Mart!
Orpheus has this huge knot on the side of his head, where his friend Brasso had seriously thwacked him with a steam shovel steering handle, because sometimes his friend doesnt know quite when to stfu...
meanwhile, back at the ranch....monqui was compliing a big list about all the things that were great about banannas. One day he would have his dream, his fantasy.. a solid platinum bananna. He clutched his tinfoil bananna to his manly chest and jumped out the window screaming obsceneties at Kornflakes who was hiding in his hedges... which were unkempt, overgrown, and shabbily tended, because in this story, everyone knows monquis' dont have thumbs, or haircombs that...any non-opposable thumbed critter in his right mind would possess, it had also come to the attention of those that be that if something serious didn't occur soon that...
meanwhile, back at the ranch....monqui was compliing a big list about all the things that were great about banannas. One day he would have his dream, his fantasy.. a solid platinum bananna. He clutched his tinfoil bananna to his manly chest and jumped out the window screaming obsceneties at Kornflakes who was hiding in his hedges... which were unkempt, overgrown, and shabbily tended, because in this story, everyone knows monquis' dont have thumbs, or haircombs that...any non-opposable thumbed critter in his right mind would possess, it had also come to the attention of those that be that if something serious didn't occur soon that...Gollum would have to give up writing his essay and attempt to rescue the proceedings from foundering upon the ephemeral but oh-so-solid Writers' Block. Valiantly he dislodged the festering spectre of Bertrand Russell from his keyboard, but even as that venerable logicist departed Gollum became aware that another apparition haunted his room. The shadows congealed into a single malevolent crimson glow as the Great Green Snark manifested herself. Billious and yet somehow alluring, she advanced upon him when all of a sudden Gwil dived through the (second storey) window wielding a joint and a bong for backup. With a deft flick of his spliff, Gwil.......
....pierced the eye of the great snark, and dove (again) on the telphone, quickly dialing up "Parsons Pest Control". recieving the answering machine, he listened ernestly to the pretaped message: "Do you have termites, waterbugs, and roaches?....bleh!!! parsons Pest Control will get rid of the termites and waterbugs, and help you smoke the roaches!!!...." help, help, he screamed, whilst turning his attention back to the quivering mass of female snarkness, shuddering in the afterglow of non-marital spliff...
He took a long, hard look at the snark - that... sexy... snark. What am I thinking?! He mentally berated himself. He had only seen SnarkPorn(tm) before, but this was the real deal.
And then Cassius came in and slapped him in the face, in an extremely manly and piratelike fashion...
--==-- Poetic Interlude --==--
The fickle flood is spent; our thread untwines.
Restful on the swell we drift contented.
Our nascent storm too soon declines:
Its first fervour is abated.
Those first lines are the easiest -
Their novelty ensures.
But more must come: without the rest
The tale will not endure.
Sickly the day is breaking up ahead;
But mordent upon the ebb's rhythm soft
A gathering discord trills, that bears aloft
Our storm renewed, with blacker thunderheads.
--==-- End of Poetic Interlude --==--
The motley PitCrew, inspired or revolted each as befits his disposition towards prententious narcissism, turns toward the gathering storm with a fresh relish. A wild and reckless spirit takes hold of them as with full sail they prepare to face the tempest. Scanning the story for references to himself, Edge Damodred immediately jumps up to give an exposition of "Why Full Sail is so great but also such terribly, terribly hard work"; the rest of the crew groan and force him back down to the galleys, where he may employ his talent for terribly, terribly hard work.
Yet up on the main deck, dissent is brewing. Captain CCS fears a mutiny. It does not help his concentration that the cook, a hearty fellow by the name of Long Jon Rickenbacker, insists on calling all the decks "poop" with such peculiar glee. The captain is distrusted by his crew; they fear his enigmatic acronym conceals a past of pirate commands. So be it; he has his own reasons for discretion. Even as CCS broods upon these troubling thoughts, he is accosted by the cabin-boy Cassius, who appears as one in a state of mortal dread. The captain ushers Cassius into his chamber, whereupon the comely lad reveals......
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