Neverending Story [Game]

[AGAG]

YES! first post in page. Take that GOGOGA and Arnold Layne!

[Hubble86]

when they rushed down, from the sacred goatmountain and Eol Tyfon pushed them with mild thrusts. Soon they were back at king Sands ruined beach, that now consisted of sharp stones, octodontics and dinobones. It was nothing to brag about, ass a kingdom for an arrogant and narcissistic sand-king.

But Evil tried his best, by blowing up his ego, and he made a broadside of his sand-soldiers, the sharp, nasty, unpolished grains and ordered them to attack. They assaulted the humans from everywhere and the sky was grey with those kemikazepilots that went for the unprotected skin, eyes and ears.

But suddenly something dramatic happened! The freckles on Freckle and Pekka started to glow and sent out ultrawave, very burning light-arrows. They had got the stinging-arrow-virus from the Buddha-kings pilgrimage-arrows and now they defended the humans as ultrafire-casters.

The sandsoldiers died in heaps on the beach and will in the future be pumped up as oil.

When Evil Sand saw his soldiers die in thouSANDS after thousands he ordered retreat and they swirled back out over the sea.

Pekka was furious at Eol Tornado.
"And where were you when we were attacked? Hiding behind my back as a little breeze"?

"Sorry, sorry, butt they were so many and so ugly"!

"Pffff, so it was our freckle-virus-arrows that saved us, not you, Coward Tornado"!

"Jaja", said Öhubble. Butt I am afraid they only have taken a break and there is more to come. We must find a new weapen and not only trust in freckles".

Butt now they could hear a strong WROOOM, WROOOM from the sea. It was the sand-kemikaze-soldiers that started their devastating killing-machines.

WROOOM. WROOM...

[AAAAAAAAAA]

jajaja, how lame. Cannot even put their thoughts in poem form. Gay baker style!

[Hubble86]

Lame, tame, in pain, in sandgrainrain, on Arnolds layne, all in vain, again and again, in Evils campaign, close to Ucraine! HUH!

[GAGAGO]

Not lame at all. Funny.

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

Another lame chapter...


Wrooom, wroom. A scary sight! A broad-side front, that came, at high speed, over the sea. They were many and they had only one goal. To kill, in a big exolotion, the humans that had demolished their beach.

Eol Tyfon had disappeared over the goat-mountain and the humans had no idea about what to do. Run? Too late. Hide? Too far to any shelter. So they just stood there, close together, waiting for the attack, and they had no hope, that freckles could save them this time.

Wroom, wrioom, they could see the kamikaze-soldiers red glimmer-eyes and the freckles were stunned and pined for some peace.

Then there came a little breeze over the beach. And then another, and suddenly two more.

"Wiuuuu, wiuuu", they said. "We are the new storms from Excessa, and we have order to help you, General-Commander Nurmi. What do you want?

"Huh, not a minute too early. Blow away those bastard-kamikazes out there".

"Wiuuu, wiuuu". The four storms, one for every cardinal point, gathered and stormed out over the water. The sand-soldiers scattered, and had no strengt to wroom anymore. They were nose-diving into the sea and formed a new barrier, where the fishes lived happily ever after.

It was called the Kamikaze-Barrier and under all the sand lay king Evil Sand resting. He was furious, butt what could he do? So he bottled up his feelings and swore to come back.

Pekka talked to his storms. "I have heard, that you were killing many people in US and that was not allowed or ordered. You have been naughty and obedient, and you are grounded for two months".

The four storms were very subdued and ashamed. And they whined. "Wiiiiu, we liked to test our strength", said the weststorm, Arnold Orcan. Pablo East Tornado, agreed. "We had no idea what we really could do, and we are so sorry".

"Jaja", said Pekka, "Don't do it again. I like US and I am so sorry for what you did. Shame on you. Butt we can blame that Worthless-Energy-Lamp-Al Gore. Butt now you have to do nothing before autumn, when we start the invasion".

"Yes, sire! WHiiiiiu..."

Butt, butt, What was that?? On top of the Goat-Mountain? EOL TYFON? Huh! What was he up to?

He looked VINDictiv...

[Arnold Layne]

If haply won, perhaps a hapless gain;
If lost, why then a grievous labour won;
However, but a folly bought with wit,
Or else a wit by folly vanquished.

Arnold Layne

[Arnold Layne]

'To Julia.' Say, from whom?
That the contents will show.
Say, say, who gave it thee?
Valentine's page; and sent, I think, from Proteus.

Arnold Layne

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

You scare the hell out of me.

[Arnold Layne]

Meh. I am done for now. Now, some goatsauce would be in order after a hard day's spam. Then, bed.

Arnold Layne

[Karlheinz Stockhausen]

Huuh Arnold is out of his layne,
And must rest his over-baked brain,
I saw this tendences in Mödrat too,
When spring-stressed, he is too much on go.


Aber doch! Windactive he was. He hated Pekka and the four new storms, that had taken his job. He breezed down the goat-mountain and went to the house where the four storms were kept. Knock, knock, knock, on the windsafe door.

"Hi, I am Eol Tyfon and I wonder if you will come out and play with me. We could take some little blows in the wood".

"But, we are grounded and commander Nurmi will not allow us to go out and blow. At all"! said Arnold Orkan.

"Pfff, bullocks", puffed Eol. "He can't hold you, four young, strong, storms in here and if I help you we could blow him to the moon. Haha"!

"Haha, ja I suppose we could, but can we really disobey him so? He is our boss"!

"Pfff, boss"? New puffs. "He is nothing compared to you. So let us try a little blow-practice. Wuuuiii, wuiii! He blew down a couple of trees. "See, easy as a pancake. Now all of us. Not so hard! More like a little disturbance"!

They pushed and huffed and half the wood was down as pins. They all laughed and then rushed to the house where Pekka and the rest were staying.

Pekka heard them coming and went pale under his freckles. "Huh, they are here with Eol Coward Tyfon. Vojne vojne! He wants revenge and the four are so easyfooled. We have nothing in defence"!

Outside the windows the five storms grinned ruthlessly.

"Hi Pekka-Commander, we have come to teach you a lesson. WUUUIII Never lock-up young storms", whined Pablo Tornado. "We will blow down this house, as a pancake, sire"!

"No, you will not, you are kind and nice, and it is not your style"! It was Freckle that bravely opened the door with a welcoming smile. "I will make chocolate with whipped cream and hash-muffins for you"!

The storms hesitated. Chocolate with whipped cream was the best they know and with hash-muffins till that was too tempting, so they entered, rather subdued.

Freckle made big cups and they sat there as well-behaved young breezes. Then she asked them if they wanted to see the new safe-room in the cellar and they trotted after her down there...Huh!...

[Arnold Layne]

Goatsauce. NOW!

Arnold Layne

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

GOATSAUCE NO! WROOOM!

[Arnold Layne]

If I, Arnold, am not delivered an extra-large serving of goatsauce by bedtime tonight, I will spam this forum into the stone age.

Arnold Layne

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

Arnolds own little song,

There is nothing that I love more than some fat,
And for fat I will now tip my too small hat,
Nothing I can't do and I will learn,
To even chew the little bones is my concern,
It's easy.

There is nothing I will eat that can't be chewed,
Nothing I can find that can't be stewed,
Nothing I can't learn how to chew,
It's easy.

All I need are teeth, all I need are teeth,
All I need are teeth, all I need are teeth
All I need are teeth, teeth are all I need,
There is nothing I can chew that isn't good,
There is nothing I can use that isn't food,

Nowhere I can go where I can't chew,
It's easy,

All you need are teeth, all you need are teeth,
Teeth are all you need.
All together now,
All you need are teeth, all you need are teeth, teeth are all you need......

[Arnold Layne]

When I find myself in times of hunger, my mother comes to me,
Bringing trays of bacon,
Let him feed,

And in my hour(s) of hunger, she is cooking in front of me,
Frying tons of sausage, let him feed,
Let him feed, let him feed, let him feed, let him feed,
Frying tons of sausage, let him feed

And when the empty-stomached people living in the world agree,
There will be an answer: let him feed,
For though they may be full, there is a chance that they will see,
That Arnold deserves goatsauce, let him feed,
Let him feed, let him feed, let him feed, let him feed,
Arnold deserves goatsauce, let him feed,
Bringing cups of goatsauce, let him feed,
Let him feed, let him feed, let him feed, let him feed,
Bringing cups of goatsauce, let him feed,

Arnold Layne

[Ilsekena]

Aber Arnold! fat fashion is not fashionable in HUHlywood! Pfffe

[Arnold F. Layne]

Well of his wealth; but of himself, so so.
What think'st thou of the gentle Proteus?
Lord, Lord! to see what folly reigns in us!
How now! what means this passion at his name?

Arnold Layne

[Arnold F. Layne]

Betideth here in absence of thy friend;
And likewise will visit thee with mine.
All happiness bechance to thee in Milan!
As much to you at home! and so, farewell.

Arnold Layne

[Arnold F. Layne]

Sir, I could perceive nothing at all from her; no,
not so much as a ducat for delivering your letter:
and being so hard to me that brought your mind, I
fear she'll prove as hard to you in telling your

Arnold Layne

[Arnold F. Layne]

lost mutton, nothing for my labour.
Here's too small a pasture for such store of muttons.
If the ground be overcharged, you were best stick her.
Nay: in that you are astray, 'twere best pound you.

Arnold Layne

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

So sorry Arnold! No goatsauce today. The turkgoats are on strike. They claime two rapefree days. A week! But the Mähämmäds refuse. Butt I have sent you Selma, she is a nice friendly goatmadame and she will give you your damn sauce.

The springstresses here are bad very bad and I wish the baker could bake me some sleepmuffins. Can you ask him?
Now I am on the run........

[AAAAAAAAAA]

Is that with or without onions?

[AAAAAAAAAA]

The grace period is over. That's...with!

Here you go. Do NOT eat them all at once.

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

Thank you! I appreciate your graciousness and I can see there also are some grass in your mastermuffins.Now I will sleep for days...

[AAAAAAAAAA]

Ahh, you're up! I've been waiting.

It is NOT grass. They are green onions..

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

Ok. If you say so! Onions? It looks exactly like grass!

I am up and you are down and you know where I will be the whole day. And you can do NOTHING about that. I will like my position very much.

[AAAAAAAAAA]

Pfft. I will stay on top as long ass possible. Not going "down" without a fight. Capiche??

[ÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖÖ]

Sure! I am looking forward to that fight! But now I have to shower and things before work! Jaja. Again!Springstresses!

[AAAAAAAAAA]

Alright. Enjoy your blissful nudity. I grow weary as the hours pass... :errrr: