Author Topic: My Crap Sword  (Read 6530 times)

 It all started when our star, JamestheLeet, woke up in a swamp. It was the fourth time it had happened. Feeling ridiculously frustrated, JamestheLeet attacked a sock, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Soon afterward, he realized that his beloved rifle was missing!  Immediately he called his neighbor, Night Fox. JamestheLeet had known Night Fox for (plus or minus) one million years, the majority of which were sassy ones.  Night Fox was unique. He was outgoing though sometimes a little... annoying. JamestheLeet called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.

   Night Fox picked up to a very glad JamestheLeet. Night Fox calmly assured him that most bunnies sigh before mating, yet marmots usually charismatically sigh *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting JamestheLeet.  Why was Night Fox trying to distract JamestheLeet?  Because he had snuck out from JamestheLeet's with the rifle only five days prior.  It was a curious little rifle... how could he resist?

   It didn't take long before JamestheLeet got back to the subject at hand: his rifle. Night Fox cringed. Relunctantly, Night Fox invited him over, assuring him they'd find the rifle. JamestheLeet grabbed his television and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Night Fox realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the rifle and he had to do it aptly. He figured that if JamestheLeet took the '63 Comet, he had take at least eleven minutes before JamestheLeet would get there.  But if he took the Mazda RX-7?  Then Night Fox would be very screwed.

   Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, Night Fox was interrupted by two oafish aardvarks that were lured by his rifle. Night Fox turned red; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling stunned, he carefully reached for his spoon and thoughtfully attacked every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the bush, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief.  That's when he heard the Mazda RX-7 rolling up.  It was JamestheLeet.

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   As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at IHOP to pick up a 12-pack of staplers, so he knew he was running late.  With a hasty leap, JamestheLeet was out of the Mazda RX-7 and went sassily jaunting toward Night Fox's front door.  Meanwhile inside,  Night Fox was panicking.  Not thinking, he tossed the rifle into a box of pencils and then slid the box behind his television. Night Fox was frustrated but at least the rifle was concealed.  The doorbell rang.

   'Come in,' Night Fox wildly purred.  With a apt push, JamestheLeet opened the door.  'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some stupid idiot in a truck,' he lied.  'It's fine,' Night Fox assured him. JamestheLeet took a seat nearby where Night Fox had hidden the rifle. Night Fox sneezed trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness.  'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted.  But JamestheLeet was distracted. A few minutes later, Night Fox noticed a selfish look on JamestheLeet's face. JamestheLeet slowly opened his mouth to speak.

   '...What's that smell?'

   Night Fox felt a stabbing pain in his face when JamestheLeet asked this.  In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the rifle right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what?  I don't smell anything..!'  A lie.  A dimwitted look started to form on JamestheLeet's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's paper clips from when she used to have pet beavers.  She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. JamestheLeet nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before Night Fox could react, JamestheLeet deftly lunged toward the box and opened it.  The rifle was plainly in view.

   JamestheLeet stared at Night Fox for what what must've been ten microseconds. Almost immediately, Night Fox groped sassily in JamestheLeet's direction, clearly desperate. JamestheLeet grabbed the rifle and bolted for the door.  It was locked. Night Fox let out a enchanting chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, JamestheLeet,' he rebuked. Night Fox always had been a little pestering, so JamestheLeet knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Night Fox did something crazy, like... start chucking butterknifes at him or something. Out of nowhere, he gripped his rifle tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.

   Night Fox looked on, blankly. 'What the hell?  That seemed excessive.  The other door was open, you know.' Silence from JamestheLeet. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame four days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for JamestheLeet. 'Oh.  You ..okay?' Still silence. Night Fox walked over to the window and looked down. JamestheLeet was gone.

----o0o----

   Just yonder, JamestheLeet was struggling to make his way through the swamp behind Night Fox's place. JamestheLeet had severely hurt his abdomen during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength.  Another pack of feral aardvarks suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the rifle.  One by one they latched on to JamestheLeet.  Already weakened from his injury, JamestheLeet yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed.  The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of aardvarks running off with his rifle.

   About two hours later, JamestheLeet awoke, his neck throbbing.  It was dark and JamestheLeet did not know where he was.  Deep in the lonely desert, JamestheLeet was ridiculously lost. Subsequently, he remembered that his rifle was taken by the aardvarks. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life.  That's when, to his horror, a teensy aardvark emerged from the cornfield.  It was the alpha aardvark. JamestheLeet opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the aardvark sunk its teeth into JamestheLeet's leg. With a faint groan, the life escaped from JamestheLeet's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.

   Less than three miles away, Night Fox was entombed by anguish over the loss of the rifle.  'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened butterknife.  With a skillful thrust, he buried it deeply into his foot.  As the room began to fade to black, he thought about JamestheLeet... wishing he had found the courage to tell him that he loved him.  But he would die alone that day.  All that remained was the rifle that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise.  And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant aardvarks, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come.  Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead.  So, no one lived forever after, the end. :'(

 It all started when our adventure-loving...adventurer, ENGINEER, woke up in a bush. It was the ninth time it had happened. Feeling exceedingly angered, ENGINEER grabbed a ripened avocado, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Ever so extemperaneously, he realized that his beloved giant snake was missing!  Immediately he called his bed-friend, SCOUT. ENGINEER had known SCOUT for (plus or minus) 2,000 years, the majority of which were striking ones.  SCOUT was unique. He was outgoing though sometimes a little... insensitive. ENGINEER called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.

   SCOUT picked up to a very glad ENGINEER. SCOUT calmly assured him that most spotted wolf hamsters grimace before mating, yet Indonesian devil cats usually exotically sigh *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting ENGINEER.  Why was SCOUT trying to distract ENGINEER?  Because he had snuck out from ENGINEER's with the giant snake only five days prior.  It was a sassy little giant snake... how could he resist?

   It didn't take long before ENGINEER got back to the subject at hand: his giant snake. SCOUT sneezed. Relunctantly, SCOUT invited him over, assuring him they'd find the giant snake. ENGINEER grabbed his elephant and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, SCOUT realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the giant snake and he had to do it thoughtfully. He figured that if ENGINEER took the entrepreneur  fresh, candy-painted 'Lac, he had take at least five minutes before ENGINEER would get there.  But if he took the vaginamobile?  Then SCOUT would be excessively screwed.

   Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, SCOUT was interrupted by three stupid Chargers that were lured by his giant snake. SCOUT yawned; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling frustrated, he skillfully reached for his dull pencil and skillfully stroked every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the disease-infested jungle, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief.  That's when he heard the vaginamobile rolling up.  It was ENGINEER.

----o0o----

   As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Jim's House of Wings to pick up a 12-pack of live hand grenades, so he knew he was running late.  With a hasty leap, ENGINEER was out of the vaginamobile and went indiscriminately jaunting toward SCOUT's front door.  Meanwhile inside,  SCOUT was panicking.  Not thinking, he tossed the giant snake into a box of gerbils and then slid the box behind his canoe. SCOUT was concerned but at least the giant snake was concealed.  The doorbell rang.

   'Come in,' SCOUT sassily purred.  With a calculated push, ENGINEER opened the door.  'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some abrasive noble genius in a spaceship,' he lied.  'It's fine,' SCOUT assured him. ENGINEER took a seat about two saucy furlongs from where SCOUT had hidden the giant snake. SCOUT cringed trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness.  'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted.  But ENGINEER was distracted. Suddenly inspired by the wise teachings of Confuscious, SCOUT noticed a funny-smelling look on ENGINEER's face. ENGINEER slowly opened his mouth to speak.

   '...What's that smell?'

   SCOUT felt a stabbing pain in his double chin when ENGINEER asked this.  In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the giant snake right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what?  I don't smell anything..!'  A lie.  A stupid look started to form on ENGINEER's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's dull pencils from when she used to have pet 3-legged wallabies.  She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. ENGINEER nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before SCOUT could react, ENGINEER randomly lunged toward the box and opened it.  The giant snake was plainly in view.

   ENGINEER stared at SCOUT for what what must've been eight nanoseconds. Ever so extemperaneously, SCOUT groped scandalously in ENGINEER's direction, clearly desperate. ENGINEER grabbed the giant snake and bolted for the door.  It was locked. SCOUT let out a eccentric chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, ENGINEER,' he rebuked. SCOUT always had been a little funny-smelling, so ENGINEER knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before SCOUT did something crazy, like... start chucking gerbils at him or something. Suddenly cheered up by the Hamtaro theme song, he gripped his giant snake tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.

   SCOUT looked on, blankly. 'What the hell?  That seemed excessive.  The other door was open, you know.' Silence from ENGINEER. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame eleven days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for ENGINEER. 'Oh.  You ..okay?' Still silence. SCOUT walked over to the window and looked down. ENGINEER was gone.

----o0o----

   Just yonder, ENGINEER was struggling to make his way through the imaginery desert behind SCOUT's place. ENGINEER had severely hurt his kidney during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength.  Another pack of feral Chargers suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the giant snake.  One by one they latched on to ENGINEER.  Already weakened from his injury, ENGINEER yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed.  The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Chargers running off with his giant snake.

   About three hours later, ENGINEER awoke, his ear throbbing.  It was dark and ENGINEER did not know where he was.  Deep in the inhospitable fanstic pumpkin patch, ENGINEER was scarcely lost. Before anyone could take off their pants, he remembered that his giant snake was taken by the Chargers. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life.  That's when, to his horror, a huge Charger emerged from the secret vineyard.  It was the alpha Charger. ENGINEER opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the Charger sunk its teeth into ENGINEER's armpit. With a faint groan, the life escaped from ENGINEER's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.

   Less than six miles away, SCOUT was entombed by anguish over the loss of the giant snake.  'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened dangerous oil-soaked rag.  With a quick thrust, he buried it deeply into his p-spot.  As the room began to fade to black, he thought about ENGINEER... wishing he had found the courage to tell him that he loved him.  But he would die alone that day.  All that remained was the giant snake that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise.  And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant Chargers, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come.  Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead.  So, no one lived forever after, the end. :'(

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wasn't that a wonderful story?