Everyone's Story!

[Brian G Turner]

of one hundred

 

[scifimoth]

firebellied newts doing

 

[GnomeoftheWest]

a fertility dance.

 

[GnomeoftheWest]

The Story so far:

Once upon a time in a dusty, abandoned, basement, sat an ancient frog king with endless supplies of scummy dried flies. He would not eat them yet, but save them for his Princess, the beautiful but not yet metamorphosed chrysalis of the Imperial Galactic Empire. He waited and stared in awe at the only thing on his new alter of Elvis Presley albums. “The King is dead, long live the red Queen.” cheered the chrysalis, as she emerged, new and beautiful, with gossamer wings, dancing with wild and reckless abandon, like a drunken octopus with swollen tentacles and glands. “Oh, the pain” he cried into the dark night. “Surely, my vision must be impaired. For I see nothing but stars. How can this vision be real?” He pondered this, knowing for certain that something was amiss in the universe. But still, nothing that a FROG CAN’T HANDLE!!!! So he decided to try something new and exciting for his precious chrysalis of love. So he went to his pond, and he wished for cryptic energies so that he could once again possess the magic to redeem his damaged and warped perspective. And then, someone else came.
“Stop what you’re doing. Don’t you know that it’s impolite, and furthermore, disturbing my REST??!!!” The voice emanated from behind a patch of salt and tar, which had been carelessly slopped about but also resembled a Wight’s abode. That is, it seemed to contain the very essence of everything dark and mysterious, but radiating with a violent shade of blinding blue, like ether’s passing wake. It began to pulsate with a fervor. From amidst a tangle of tentacles emerged a frog’s worst nightmare. Like a stork from a cauldron, it appeared to turn into a vaporous entity which only passingly resembled the dark underbelly of one hundred firebellied newts doing a fertility dance.

 

[scifimoth]

All in all

 

[GnomeoftheWest]

, it had been

 

[Foxbat]

a strange day

 

[GnomeoftheWest]

from every vantage

 

[scifimoth]

even from the

 

[GnomeoftheWest]

point of view

 

[Brian G Turner]

of a particular

 

[mac1]

omnipresent Hellbeast overlooking

 

[Brian G Turner]

blatant frog pornography

 

[mac1]

involving chicken entrails

 

[Gnome]

and regurgitated flies.

 

[mac1]

Only later that

 

[Gnome]

same day did

 

[mac1]

that frog realise

 

[Gnome]

he had begun

 

[mac1]

the epic quest