You never asked for this.
Oct 30, 2016 11:09:36 GMT -5
The Scrac that Smiles Back and Coaster like this
Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2016 11:09:36 GMT -5
There you were, wandering around the forum, scooping candy into your sack wherever you could get it. You had the wind whistling past you, blowing your cape up around you in the most awkward directions--not too heroic a look. Cute, maybe. But you bristled at that word. You were not cute. You were a force for justice; brutal, hard, stern justice. And your cape was getting in your face.
The leaves were crackling under your feet. Or at least they were until the ground gave way under your feet. The leaves flew around you, as did your cape--until it caught on some nasty hook and was torn half off.
Now you're falling into some gaping abyss with half of a cape, your sack of candy pressed against your chest. You might not survive, sure, but you will not let anything happen to your candy. That's not allowed.
A bunch of bluebirds surround you. You're not sure what they're getting at, given that you failed Intermediate Bluebird I, but you guess that they want your candy. That's absolutely not allowed, so you make rude bird noises that you hope will scare them off. One of the bluebirds looks aghast, then chirps something at its brethren. Five bars fly at you, one of them bopping you on the nose. In haste you stuff them into your bag; the birds fly out of sight.
And then you realize what's happened.
"Granola?!" you cry out.
You keep on falling, feeling incredibly miffed at your situation. On the way, you get some vitamin gummies from a cat made of twigs and leaves, a handful of toothbrushes from...well, you don't know what that was...and a fancy-looking candy bar that you suspect is just unsweetened baking chocolate.
"What a crummy Halloween," you groan. "What a crummy year."
Before you can complain further, you land on a pile of pillows. A young woman looms above you, floating in midair.
"How dare you tread in my domain?" she says in a booming voice. "How dare--" The air fills with static and feedback as her voice retreats to a normal decibel range. "Ow ow ow. I told him to get better equipment, ugh--"
You glare at her.
"Do you have something against dark chocolate?" she sighs.
You gesture sheepishly.
"Fine, fine. Here, here, open the sack."
You open the sack. In pour at least fifteen kinds of chocolate, four different bags of gummies (including two that you are pretty sure are banned in your country), and eight bags of instant noodles.
"Um, thanks--"
Before you can say anything more, you fall through a trapdoor. You cling to your sack of loot for dear life, as if candy will save you from whatever cruel fate this woman has in store for you.
And then before you know it, you land on a sidewalk blanketed with leaves. A bluebird flies past you and chirps one of the first things you learned in Beginning Bluebird I:
Happy Halloween!
The leaves were crackling under your feet. Or at least they were until the ground gave way under your feet. The leaves flew around you, as did your cape--until it caught on some nasty hook and was torn half off.
Now you're falling into some gaping abyss with half of a cape, your sack of candy pressed against your chest. You might not survive, sure, but you will not let anything happen to your candy. That's not allowed.
A bunch of bluebirds surround you. You're not sure what they're getting at, given that you failed Intermediate Bluebird I, but you guess that they want your candy. That's absolutely not allowed, so you make rude bird noises that you hope will scare them off. One of the bluebirds looks aghast, then chirps something at its brethren. Five bars fly at you, one of them bopping you on the nose. In haste you stuff them into your bag; the birds fly out of sight.
And then you realize what's happened.
"Granola?!" you cry out.
You keep on falling, feeling incredibly miffed at your situation. On the way, you get some vitamin gummies from a cat made of twigs and leaves, a handful of toothbrushes from...well, you don't know what that was...and a fancy-looking candy bar that you suspect is just unsweetened baking chocolate.
"What a crummy Halloween," you groan. "What a crummy year."
Before you can complain further, you land on a pile of pillows. A young woman looms above you, floating in midair.
"How dare you tread in my domain?" she says in a booming voice. "How dare--" The air fills with static and feedback as her voice retreats to a normal decibel range. "Ow ow ow. I told him to get better equipment, ugh--"
You glare at her.
"Do you have something against dark chocolate?" she sighs.
You gesture sheepishly.
"Fine, fine. Here, here, open the sack."
You open the sack. In pour at least fifteen kinds of chocolate, four different bags of gummies (including two that you are pretty sure are banned in your country), and eight bags of instant noodles.
"Um, thanks--"
Before you can say anything more, you fall through a trapdoor. You cling to your sack of loot for dear life, as if candy will save you from whatever cruel fate this woman has in store for you.
And then before you know it, you land on a sidewalk blanketed with leaves. A bluebird flies past you and chirps one of the first things you learned in Beginning Bluebird I:
Happy Halloween!
