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Post by sollunaestrella on Dec 29, 2002 11:18:45 GMT -5
Way back for the Old NT, I did Snow Uni (and the Seven Skeiths) , hehe. Oh...maybe I won't do that then
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Post by Lappi on Dec 29, 2002 12:09:44 GMT -5
The SNow uni and the seven Christmas Usuls! -- no wait, they're ELVES. Nobody wants elves. *hint, hint, nudge, nudge, poke, poke, stab, stab, punch, punch, kick, kick* O.O
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Post by sollunaestrella on Dec 29, 2002 12:16:31 GMT -5
The SNow uni and the seven Christmas Usuls! -- no wait, they're ELVES. Nobody wants elves. *hint, hint, nudge, nudge, poke, poke, stab, stab, punch, punch, kick, kick* O.O Hey! Yeah, they are supposed to be dwarves, but I won't be doing that one anway because it's pretty much been done before. Elves are cool!
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Post by Lappi on Dec 29, 2002 12:50:38 GMT -5
Is there a Faerie Tale about elves anywhere?
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Post by sollunaestrella on Dec 29, 2002 12:56:23 GMT -5
Is there a Faerie Tale about elves anywhere? There must be, but I can't think of one. Anyway, I've got the rough draft of the Three Little Snorkles. It's very strange, but...anyone want to see it?
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Post by Lappi on Dec 29, 2002 13:03:44 GMT -5
Oh! *hand shoots into the air* ME! We can help you change it, anyways.
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Post by sollunaestrella on Dec 29, 2002 13:10:35 GMT -5
OK then!
Unie, Dosy, and Tresie were Snorkle wanderers; they were nomads, constantly traveling over field and plain. They had been to everyplace Neopians had been and then some. They had shopped in Neopia Central, sweated in the Lost Desert, picked berries in Meridell, fed the Esophagor, bargain-hunted in the Igloo Garage Sale, eaten at the Golden Dubloon, seen Jazzmosis in Tyrannia, and been to places that hardly any Neopian knows about. This particular day, they were in what little remained of the plains of Neopia, where shadows of sunlight pierced everything it saw with relentless heat and force. “Gosh, it’s hot,” Unie breathed as he sipped his bottle of water. “What I really want to do,” he groaned, “is down this whole thing, but there’s no way to refill it.” Tresie looked pensive. “Weeeell,” he said slowly, “we shouldn’t be too far off from Neopia Central, where we can buy more water.” “I can’t survive that long,” Dosy whined, slouching dramatically and clasping one hoof over his stomach. “Methinks I’m going to die before the sun setteth on my agony….” “Shut it, Dos,” said Unie carelessly. “You aren’t going to die.” Then, to Tresie, he said, “How much longer, do you think?” Tresie stopped walking and rocked back on his heels. He looked so concentrated that you could almost hear the whir of a computer processing inside his brain. His focused expression cleared, and he said happily, “Oh…two more miles or so,” and continued walking. “Two more miles?” Dosy groaned. “Two more miles? You really expect me to travel in this immense, merciless, terrible heat for two more miles?” Unie rolled his eyes, but wisely kept his vocal chords inactive. An argument with Dosy was not a fun affair. Dosy usually just whined and complained until he got his way. They trudged along for about two more hours, but no sign of civilization appeared in front of their eyes. “I’m thirsty!” Dosy cried. “Let’s rest.” “We can’t rest,” Unie said stubbornly. “We can rest when we get to Neopia Central.” “Darn it!” Tresie exclaimed, suddenly stopping in his tracks. “Curses, curses, curses….” “What?” Dosy and Unie asked in unison, Dosy giving Tresie a hard, awful stare while Unie’s faced portrayed the utmost worry. “We were supposed to be going northeast, not southwest,” Tresie moaned. “Darn, darn, darn…” *** “Ugh,” muttered Balthazar. The sun was terribly torturing as it burst heat out of its powerful rays and thwacked him under his fur. He didn’t feel as if he could move at all, not to capture faeries or even to eat, and he was starving. No trees were within his sight, and he was left to suffer alone. His eyes closed slowly, almost so slowly that he could not feel them drooping. Suddenly, a splash of cold water hit him hard! He started, jumping to his paws, glaring around him with a terrifying glower as he searched for the culprit. “Balthy! Balthy, it was just me,” cried a Lupe. The Lupe was green and a fair size although not as big as Balthazar himself. The Lupe was female and her face was crusted with entirely too heavy make-up. “Oh, Mom…” Balthazar began to groan, but then brightened. Shaking himself, he said, smiling, “That felt really good.” “Well it should have, you dolt. Entirely too dehydrated, you were. What were you thinking, wandering the hot plains of Neopia in the middle of the summer at noontime? I would send you to your room if I didn’t think you’d already been punished a mite too harshly.” “Do you have any more water?” Balthazar asked sleepily. “Help yourself,” snorted his mother as she shoved a bottle of water toward him. Balthazar pounced on the water and guzzled it eagerly. “Do you have any food?” Balthazar asked alertly. “I’m famished. I swear I haven’t found any food for the longest time.” “No, but I found a few Snorkles traveling southeast. Go hunt them yourself. Really, Balthy, I didn’t raise you to be this huge PetPet carnivore beast. Why couldn’t you stick to your upbringing and eat vegetarian?” Balthazar scowled, then walked away disdainfully. “And didn’t I always tell you to say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’?” Balthazar’s mother screeched after him. “Really Balthy, I can’t imagine how you’ve become the filthy brute you’ve become!” ***
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Post by sollunaestrella on Dec 29, 2002 13:10:50 GMT -5
“So…hot…and…tired…and…thirsty…and…” “Would you be quiet, Dosy?” Unie yelled. “Let’s stop and rest. It’s about time we built ourselves some shelter, anyway.” Tresie jerked her head into a nod. “I’ll go collect some supplies. Brick. Strong and cool.” “Brick? Wood’s better and easier. I want wood!” Dosy pouted. “Straws easy to find and easy to build with. Why not straw?” asked Unie nonchalantly, staring coolly at Tresie. “Suit yourselves,” said Tresie. “I’m using brick. You use your own materials.” Each little Snorkle built himself a house. It wasn’t long before Unie rested on a bed of straw. He found it very uncomfortable; the straw was not well put together, and the heat of the day beat down upon him through the gaps. Not long after Unie finished, Dosy completed his project. It was much more comfortable. Yet still Tresie slaved over his brick house. It was, after all, a much more difficult task as he heaved huge, heavy bricks and cement. It was a rather short stretch of time in between the completion of Dosy’s house and the arrival of Balthazar. He saw Unie’s house first and raced over to it, his hopes of survival soaring. He peeked in between the straw and saw Unie as he slept. He crept around to the other side and shouted, “Hey, you there, little Snorkle!” Unie awoke instantly and jumped. He sat down and stayed there, paralyzed in fear. “Let me in!” Balthazar roared. “Not by the hairs on my—” Unie stopped. <I>Wait—oh, shoot! I have no hairs on my chinny-chin-chin,</I> he thought, frowning. <I>But—not by the hairs on my—fine. Whatever. He won’t know.</I> He called out, “Not by the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin!” “Then I’ll huff…and I’ll puff…and I’ll blow your house down!” Balthazar bellowed. “Oh, dear. Isn’t that line a little overused?” Tresie thought with a roll of his eyes as he overheard the conversation. Unie raced out of his house of straw just as Balthazar’s lung let go and his massive jaws clamped down to eat him. He raced to Dosy’s house. “Unie, Unie, I’m afraid,” Dosy wailed. “He’s going to get me…” Unie gave Dosy a venomous glare and told him to be quiet. “I’ll do the talking,” he whispered through the side of his mouth. Dosy quickly agreed. Balthazar’s heavy paws clomped along the ground to the house made of wood. He peered in through a window to see Dosy cowering against the wall and Unie standing bravely, waiting. “Let me in!” Balthazar roared. Unie prayed that his lie about the hairs on his chinny-chin-chin were convincing as he called out, “Not by the hairs on my chinny-chin-chin!” “Then I’ll huff…and I’ll puff…and I’ll blow your house down!” Balthazar hollered. “By Fyora, he’s got no imagination,” Tresie murmured. “Come on….” Unie squealed, grabbing Dosy’s wrist and dragging him to Tresie’s house. Tresie had a most annoying smirk on his face. The cement that glued his bricks together had just dried, and as he sat at the window, looking out at the frantic Unie and whimpering Dosy, he almost thought about not letting them in. After all, it was their fault for not being as smart as he was. However, they were his friends, so he let them in graciously and resumed his seat at the window. Balthazar lugged himself to the brick house. “Let me in!” he screamed deeply. Much to his companions’ puzzlement, Tresie dropped to the floor in a fit of uncontrollable laughter. Unie and Dosy looked at each other, then Unie projected his voice out. “Not by the hairs of my chinny-chin-chin!” he said boldly. “Then I’ll—” “Wait! Don’t say it,” gasped Tresie suddenly. “You’ll die trying to blow this thing down.” Balthazar gave him a quick glare and said, “Then I’ll huff…and I’ll puff…and I’ll—” “I’m telling you! Don’t waste your breath!” Tresie interrupted again. Balthazar sighed. “Will you let me get on with this?” he said, putting his face in his paw. “Okay, okay, but I’m telling you…” “Then I’ll huff…and I’ll puff…and I’ll BLOW YOUR HOUSE DOWN!!!!” Balthazar’s roar was deafening. The sound of the wind erupting from his lungs beat the Snorkles’ ears, but the brick house did not crumble. “Hum de dum…” Tresie hummed as he began baking a pie. Balthazar, aggravated, growled and tried again with more force. For the next half hour, Balthazar attempted to blow down Tresie’s house, but to no avail. It wasn’t long before Tresie’s pie was done. “Told you!” Tresie grinned, leaning out of the doorway. Balthazar was pleasantly surprised at what he thought was the stupidity of this little Snorkle, and he bounded zealously toward him. “Eat this!” Tresie suddenly snarled and hurled the pie at Balthazar. A happy glow filled Balthazar’s eyes as the pie hit him squarely in the face. “Mm…apple,” he grinned. “Thanks!” With his hunger soon to be satisfied with the pie and his heart warmed, Balthazar walked off, peeling the pie from his face and licking all the filling off. THE END
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Post by Lappi on Dec 29, 2002 16:24:29 GMT -5
Aww! That was nice! The snorkles lived AND Balthazar got to eat! Lovely. So, what's next?
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Post by sollunaestrella on Dec 29, 2002 17:49:04 GMT -5
Hmm...I don't know...Beauty and the Beast, perhaps? Maybe Goldilocks and the Bearog...
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Post by Lappi on Dec 29, 2002 20:36:20 GMT -5
LOL, that's pretty funny. Instead of having three bears, you can just have one bearog. Heheh... Oh, and I have an idea for the turtle and the snowbunny. I don't like thinking snowbunnies as bad, and we need a little more storyline, so here we go... The turdle likes a female Snowbunny, and she has a spunky brother that loves a challenge. Then the brother challenges him to a race, and the the turdle you know, beats him, and then err... I guess... err... yeah...
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Post by sollunaestrella on Dec 30, 2002 8:30:54 GMT -5
LOL, that's pretty funny. Instead of having three bears, you can just have one bearog. Heheh... Oh, and I have an idea for the turtle and the snowbunny. I don't like thinking snowbunnies as bad, and we need a little more storyline, so here we go... The turdle likes a female Snowbunny, and she has a spunky brother that loves a challenge. Then the brother challenges him to a race, and the the turdle you know, beats him, and then err... I guess... err... yeah... It works!
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Post by Lappi on Dec 31, 2002 10:20:00 GMT -5
Thanks!! Try doing the non-disney movie ones first. I'll try to pick our more stuffies while you're writing them, unless you've already started, of course...
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Post by Lappi on Dec 31, 2002 10:21:59 GMT -5
Oh wait, could we do a collab so that we can get things done faster, and so I can write too!? Please? Please? Please!?
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Post by calvinseviltwin on Dec 31, 2002 10:33:30 GMT -5
Oh boy. Faerie Tales... Very Bad Pun :-D
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