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Saturday, July 3rd, 2004
7:56 pm
Rise of the Warts-Chapter 9
With the defeat of the pickles the rise of the warts were possible. Yes, pickles warts they were, yet an entity all their own. They started to spread.

Current Mood: pensive

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Tuesday, May 4th, 2004
9:37 am
The Pickle-Chapter 8
The little lonely, warty, green pickle magically came alive and inched it's way toward the safety of a rose bush. It lifted one end off the ground as if sniffing the air. It laid back down and whimpered. Were there no other pickles around?

Current Mood: creative

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Saturday, March 2nd, 2002
4:52 pm
Buster Kicks Butt- Chapter 7
It was a true not everbody in town liked pickles an et em. The ones that a did tho gots terrible a stomache a pains an was a curled up a groanin an a fartin awful like. They was a out fer the count so's a Buster an his gal Brownie coulda reek havok on the rest o the pickle a hatin townsfolk. Since the Brownies was a all out o pee they's decided ta go ta plan 'B'.

Current Mood: amused

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Tuesday, January 1st, 2002
12:56 pm
Yall know what a Brownie is don't ya? One o them thar lil brown an nacked fellas what live in the woods er barns er folks' dwellins. Any ole way this here one named Buster lived in this old fella's barn an he was a mean lil cuss. Ugly too. One o the first nasty thangs he did was a set the ole man's hay ta fire...

Current Mood: amused

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Sunday, December 16th, 2001
9:47 am
Chapter 5: What a Mess
Well them thar supposed heroes of thisa here story was a finally gittin they's shit tagether an headin off to that thar village that the cyclops already done trashed. They walked into a reel mess an found out everbody got et. The cyclops had done moved on ta taother town ta see what he could find ta eat thar. Obrick said he was a outta thar an Fathorny was a on hisa own. Them thar Dwarves took off too a shittin they's shorts. Fatty was dumbfounded butt that was a normal fer em.

Current Mood: artistic

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Monday, October 22nd, 2001
9:57 pm
Chapter 4: The Truth Comes Out
After several rounds of brewsky O'Breck, Fathorn and the Dwarves got down to business. "I know you seek a way to destroy the Three Headed Cyclops, Fathorn," O'Breck said. "You must chop off all three of it's heads and bury it's eye in a tub of pig lard. This is best done as soon as possible to rid our land of this evil-doer!" announced the old wise one.

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Monday, July 30th, 2001
10:37 pm
Chapter 3: Back Home
Joelie-Anna stumbled over a stepping stone and spilled some water from the can she was holding. The water sloshed on to a near by fern and soaked the fairy underneath. The fairy let out a tiny curse and shook it's fist. "Wonder what Fatty is up to? I'll bet he's drinking some where instead of taking care of business!" Joelie-Anna thought to herself.

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Sunday, July 15th, 2001
1:36 am
Chapter 2; Come On Inn
Obreck entered the inn he felt uneasy. The place was full of drunken patrons, some were towns people and the others were from the garrison just outside of town. But none of them much bothered Obreck; it was the 3 strangers sitting at a table on the far side of the room. They were all dressed differently except for one item, a gray feather could be seen somewhere on their clothing.
They all eyed Obreck as he entered the room but their gaze ceased as Obreck returned his. "See to the care of the animals," Obreck said to Fathorn, "I have some business to attend to."

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Saturday, July 14th, 2001
1:56 am
Chapter 1; The More The Marrier.
As he sat staring at the ambient embers of the small cooking fire, the smoke sent mingling with the sent of the hare he bagged just hours before the sun had set. He contemplated the task he assumed a few days ago, might be impossible to accomplish single-handedly.
Suddenly a dull thump emanating from behind him startled him. He reached for his sword while springing to his feet, turning to face the perceived threat. But the sword was fix to its scabbard solid. As he turned he found a peculiar looking character, whose appearance seemed somehow familiar. He was clothed in a long dark weather-beaten hooded robe tattered by the ground it drug upon, wrapped him entirely except for the tired wrinkled face lightened dimly by the flames of the small fire.
"You called, Fathorn?" exclaimed the old one. Fathorn, still struggling with his sword, answered him in a dissenting tone as he relaxed his grip from the hilt, "I did not call out and if I would have, it would not to summon a beggar such as you!" The old man casually strolled to the fire, sitting on the log Fathorn had been resting on before the unexpected entrance. "A fine looking rabbit you have there." the old man said as he ripped a leg off and took a bite, "You do know that you will need more than hunting skills to accomplish the task at hand."

In case you are wondering, I started the story in my journal and moved it here. Just look below!

Chapter 1; The More The Marrier.
(To be moved here soon!)

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1:51 am
Welcome to the/our story!
Ok, I am not sure how everything will work but if you have any ideas just comment in here and we can figure it out.
Also if you can think of any intrests that will pull people in that might want to join in on the fun, leave them in here and I will add them.
Oh, I have one chapter in my journal that needs to be put in here so if you are going to post number the chapters starting with 2. My sister is on vacation and as soon as she gets back everyone can stick their additions in the next post that I will make after this one! I better do that now!
Sea Ya!

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