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delieterkop · 11-12-2009, 11:19 PM

:Enter Abel an absurd character fearing stepping on brooms each and every step:
Gosh darn things are gonna jump up and whack me in the face. It was that darn Cane that sun bitch is tryinna kill me. He's got evil spirits in his eyes. I can see the brooms through the blades of grass, I wish shoes were around. It feels like walking on magma. A helmet would be quite practical the iron kind the armor's use then I'd foil that sun bitch. I oughta slaughter a knight and take his blade and kill that sun bitch tryinna kill me. No that's not necessary, I'd sneak in a tavern at night and steal the blade. That sun bitch. He has a slave army of Filipinos crafting brooms I wonder who placed them?
:Abel has not moved a step. A frog hops on his bare foot:
Jesus!
:Abel falls backwards:
No my back! The brooms! The metal jaws! They're lashing me! I can't place my hand anywhere I'll cut 'em open.
:Abel flails on the grass:
Actually no so bad the Filipinos couldn't have reached here.
:Abel stands up and adjusts his overcoat:
Where to go? I will need water food can wait. I see the ocean over there past the palm trees and I could get back on my canoe at least there it was safe. I will still need water.
:Abel sits down on the ground:
This god awful grass and this god awful wind I can't see any brooms in sight. Too much rustling. What if I did spot them? Would I be able to dodge them from whacking my face? Could I make it a game of sidestepping them? Would it bring me any closer to killing Cane? The awful Filipinos have sneaked into taverns already. The brooms!
:He stands and shakes an angry fist at the sky:
I'm not afraid of the brooms anymore! They'll pock my face 'till but at least I'll kill that sun bitch.
:He walks to a very small stage model of palm trees that appear far away; he takes very slow steps so that it appears he has walked a great distance:
Gotta reach those coco nuts. I'll scale the tree.
:He picks up the stage model of palm trees:
What the hell? Another of Cane's foils. These are no palm trees, they're a mirage! In fact I'm hallucinating. I'm drugged.
:He throws the stage model into the audience:
So thirsty need water. I think I see a well in the distance.
:He walks into the audience and grabs an unsuspecting audience member by the shirt with both hands and shakes him shouting loudly:
Gosh darn have you seen a well? I've got no bucket but I'll cup my hands. You can lower me down with a rope.
:Before the member can reply he slaps himself in the face and falls to the floor:
Jeebers the brooms! I must go back!
:He runs back on stage:
They've disappeared again into the rustling. It's getting dark. Maybe one of those brave people out there will bring some water. I certainly rang emergency in at least one face. Boy I don't know I'll just take a nap here under the stars. It'll be alright. It'll be alright. It'll be... alright.
:Collapses on stage:

11-12-2009, 11:19 PM	#2 (permalink)
delieterkop Groupie Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: your top and you just can't get any higher Posts: 14	:Enter Abel an absurd character fearing stepping on brooms each and every step: Gosh darn things are gonna jump up and whack me in the face. It was that darn Cane that sun bitch is tryinna kill me. He's got evil spirits in his eyes. I can see the brooms through the blades of grass, I wish shoes were around. It feels like walking on magma. A helmet would be quite practical the iron kind the armor's use then I'd foil that sun bitch. I oughta slaughter a knight and take his blade and kill that sun bitch tryinna kill me. No that's not necessary, I'd sneak in a tavern at night and steal the blade. That sun bitch. He has a slave army of Filipinos crafting brooms I wonder who placed them? :Abel has not moved a step. A frog hops on his bare foot: Jesus! :Abel falls backwards: No my back! The brooms! The metal jaws! They're lashing me! I can't place my hand anywhere I'll cut 'em open. :Abel flails on the grass: Actually no so bad the Filipinos couldn't have reached here. :Abel stands up and adjusts his overcoat: Where to go? I will need water food can wait. I see the ocean over there past the palm trees and I could get back on my canoe at least there it was safe. I will still need water. :Abel sits down on the ground: This god awful grass and this god awful wind I can't see any brooms in sight. Too much rustling. What if I did spot them? Would I be able to dodge them from whacking my face? Could I make it a game of sidestepping them? Would it bring me any closer to killing Cane? The awful Filipinos have sneaked into taverns already. The brooms! :He stands and shakes an angry fist at the sky: I'm not afraid of the brooms anymore! They'll pock my face 'till but at least I'll kill that sun bitch. :He walks to a very small stage model of palm trees that appear far away; he takes very slow steps so that it appears he has walked a great distance: Gotta reach those coco nuts. I'll scale the tree. :He picks up the stage model of palm trees: What the hell? Another of Cane's foils. These are no palm trees, they're a mirage! In fact I'm hallucinating. I'm drugged. :He throws the stage model into the audience: So thirsty need water. I think I see a well in the distance. :He walks into the audience and grabs an unsuspecting audience member by the shirt with both hands and shakes him shouting loudly: Gosh darn have you seen a well? I've got no bucket but I'll cup my hands. You can lower me down with a rope. :Before the member can reply he slaps himself in the face and falls to the floor: Jeebers the brooms! I must go back! :He runs back on stage: They've disappeared again into the rustling. It's getting dark. Maybe one of those brave people out there will bring some water. I certainly rang emergency in at least one face. Boy I don't know I'll just take a nap here under the stars. It'll be alright. It'll be alright. It'll be... alright. :Collapses on stage: __________________ get jiggy with God brush your teeth with God