Neverending Story [Game]

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Meanwhile in the White House...


Leon Panetta rushed into the Oval Room, where Obama talked in the phone, with some Pyramidperson.

Panetta snatched the phone from his President and screamed. "Put on the TV, put on CNN, they are sending directly from Haiti."

On the screen they could see a freckled girl.

Panetta jumped up and down. "It's her, its her. She was here with her tent. I hadn't smoked or anything and I WAS sane. She threatened me with Outer Space. She did! She did! She is real. She is an alien. Up Barack we must bumb! We must bumb!"

"Calm down now, Leon, and listen to what she says!"

The freckled was interviewed by Gary Brave, and she told him that she hadn't seen any tigers. At all!

"But i filmed, when a tiger tried to eat you and then flew away. The film has mysteriously disappeared, but I saw it with my own eyes!"

"Huh! I think I would have remembered such a remarkable thing," said Freckle with an innocent smile. "Do you really mean that flying tigers tried to eat me?"

"Yes, yes, there were hundreds of them and yesterday we saw a bunch of humanlike goats, sort of Mangoats on the beach."

"Are you sure you feel all right" said Freckle and looked worried. "I am here with a friend, George Junior, and we haven't seen something like that!"

"But, but, the giant cows? Where are they now?"

"Huh! Giant cows? Flying tigers? Goathumans? Are you smoking Hawaianblue or something?"

"She is lying" screamed Panetta. "She is a lying, invisible, evil, alien!"

"Not so invisible! I can see her", said Obama. "CNN is making a prank. Turn off now! I have more important issues, than comic-programs."

"But,but, but". Panetta jumped again, and tore his hair. But Obama was relentless and picked up his phone.

"Sorry! Leon Panetta interrupted us. He is a bit unbalanced after his breakdown..."

[AGAG]

Pekka had a ball,
A ball that no one liked.
If Pekka were to fall,
The ball might try to catch him.

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Light humble clarinetman proposed an easy mood for the space-whorehouse. The reception lady walked barefooted to welcome the newcomers as they descended their once-in-a-while spaceship. "Always Always.. Streich asteroid has been crazy last winter and aims for unadverted long-dwellers. But you may come in, stay for the night even. Such a joy to get so many unintentional visits this time of the year. Come come... everyone has a tender face on the blue room. We owe that Streich a generous bit!"

Yes. Blue room had the haunting presence of past expectorations. As they entered the room the couch-wrinkles reminded them of long desert droughts quenched by sudden rain of may. The feet seem to tickle when she walked, pressing the carpet. Alien men of all kins occupied the corners of the bacchanalian palace. A sign told "tweezer room", below, the curtains could let no sight of the pubics when they were pulled one by one by one by one...

Clarinetman only gazed at the visitors while he continued to propose landscape abbreviations with great skill. A long time ago an empty glass had found a home besides an empty dustbin. On the corner they feigned an old friendship.

"You shouldn't have turned right on that asteroid belt, I told you. Now we must call the space-mechanic. Do you know how much is it going to cost? Third time this decade! Thankfully we're friends now... No more space rides until the end of the century. You can, until then, work on self-perfection and fix that uncreative-lump... you haven't written a good poem in the last thousand years"

Reception lady walked into a wooden room with tall alien-girl posters. There was no more carpet and she had to fetch a pair of sandals to keep her feet warm. "Oh, we don't use this old dusty room. If you get bored, you might even want to visit the bar. It's almost my shift, you know? 5th part of the year, until the aphelion. We can share homeplanet stories. I don't know much about that Earth-planet and it seems so so interesting! Schubert is one of the favorites of my best friend, she might want to meet you two. That crazy gal likes to hunt for weird music. Feel at home. The cigarretes are on the shelf.."

Always always.. as he fell asleep on the couch the clarinetman welcomed a musical guest. "from Martian plains, playing the seven-sphered melodion.. Arnold "hop" Shipp and his orchestra." The untired little friend was entering the Lunar room, and the blue girls welcomed him with all their eyes...

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Meanwhile, far away in space and time, Gary B. was sitting in a little tearoom, in front of his third cup of tea. The slice of cake which he had ordered with his first cup lay there, half-eaten, getting dry, waiting for the bus or anything else. Gary had lost interest in the cake already half an hour ago, and with time going by, he kept asking himself what on earth had persuaded him coming to Washington D. C. and waiting for a person who claimed himself to be Leon Panetta and wanting to talk to him. To him, yeah sure... he should've known better. What should one of the most important persons in U.S. government want especially from him? Just in a situation where he was sure to be on track of one of the biggest conspiracies ever! That girl on Haiti had made a complete fool of him, live in front of the camera! She seemed so nice and honest before, but as soon as they went live, she smiled the loveliest smile into the camera and denied everything that had happened before! He had been so sure of her before, but what she did to him there - he could be thankful that he hadn't lost his job at an instance. Instead, he was sitting here, getting fooled the second time in a row! He wondered if it was him or the rest of the world getting mad... when suddenly he realised that the cake in front of him slowly removed itself out of his sight. Then he noticed a hand pulling the plate away from him, and then he finally saw Leon sitting directly in front of him.

"Are you always so absent-minded?", Leon asked warily. "I asked you if you are Gary Brave at least five times, but you didn't even hear me. You seemed to be somewhere completely different. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea at last...", and he started to raise up from the small round table again.

"No no no, please, stay, please! I'm very sorry that I didn't notice you at first", Gary hurried to answer. "Please accept my apologise. I'm - I'm rather tired at the moment, you know...", Gary ended in a lowering voice, staring at the cake once more.

"I know what you mean", Leon answered. "Somehow since the last two months, I can't sleep well anymore... that girl and those alien-animals keep haunting me in my dreams so much that I don't dare to sleep..." he murmured, maybe more to himself than to Gary B., whose eyes widened when he heard Leon's last sentence.

"You too?"

They glanced at each other, with open eyes like after a sudden enlightenment. Could it be, that both were sitting face-to-face to their long searched brother-in-mind, willing to do everything to find out what lies behind those mysterious happenings?
They put their heads together like long-time-friends, talking and talking, discussing their experiences and more or less related events and circumstances and plans and and and...

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Meanwhile, in the tearoom, at Willard Intercontinental Hotel, 0,2 miles from the White House.

"I have asked you to come here, since NSA has reported, that the freckled girl is a guest here," said Panetta to the CNN-reporter, Gary Brave. "Those four guys at the door are FBI and they will take her, as soon as she comes back from a meeting with another suspect. A sprinklermaster, Pablo Nea, probably also an alien".

"HUHHUH, another one? How many can there be?"

"I have no idea! And the problem with that Nea-guy is, that he installed sprinklers in the White house, and it probably is some alien-spy-tools, with no water-sprinkling. At all. But what can I do? No one listens to me and Obama thinks I am coocoo."

"But can't you talk to NSA or NASA?"

"PFFFF, those guys are fags! All of them! And probably alienfags! But I really saw that freckled girl and her tent in the Oval Room. The same one, as you talked to in Haiti."

"Hawaii! Ja,ja, that girl told me the most incredible things about an alien goatfarmer in Finland and a bunch of giant cows, that were bumbed to bees and flying tigers! Huhu, but when I filmed her, she denied it all, pressed by someone or something. And I nearly lost my job!"

"Shhhh," hissed Panetta. "There she comes and the sprinklerspy is with her. Bomkabom, there my guys took them. We will use truth-serum on them! Hahahahah...

But, but? What, what?......

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I think I am obliged to go on here, since I was an eye-witness...


Bumkabum ! Something very big crushed the door and in came a giant! And he talked...

"Hi,I am Monst, Gary Monst, and you better release my friends now. Capisce!"

The suit and tie clad guys were of true FBI-blood and didn't know what to do, so they clung to Freckle and Nea like leches.

But Most grabbed them one by one, and placed them around a table, in the tea-room, close to Panetta, that was totally stunned. There they later on ordered some Indian-China-Blend and Nepal-cheese-sandwiches.

And how could Monst know that Freckle had problem. The answer was in his eyes. They all had different views of the world, and one was directed just on Freckle, in Washington DC. So he bubbled to her, right away, and now he invited her and Nea to his big bubble, like a polite taxi-driver.

People outside the hotel gazed at the big guy and Freckle told them that they made a monster-movie. Then they applauded. But when the three "actors" went into something that looked like a big curious tent and suddenly disappeared, they stopped and shook their bird-house-faces in wonder...

"What was this?...What on Earth was this?..."They mumbled and looked at each other. This must really be a strange movie...

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... and at the speed of light, news about this mysterious movie spread from west to east and from north to south. Speculations about the release date and about who might direct it were discussed all over the planet, as well as who the inventor of those highly professional special effects could be. Gary Brave's interview with Freckle hit millions of youtube hits in no time, and just a few hours later, he was offered a better position as managing editor at a highly reputable newspaper. Interviews with Gary Monst were in great demand, preferably with that lovely freckled girl (who unfortunately seemed to refuse all the interview offers as well as all the other offers she received at the time). Leon simply got run over by everything, officially declared that the world around him had gone mad, started to count the taxi cabs driving around in Washington D.C., lost count somewhere between 7839 and 7952 and had to restart counting. An Oscar nomination was discussed although nobody had seen a single second of the movie yet, and blabbermouth.net already had heard that Danny Elfman would write the scores. Gary P.'s goatcheese went out of supply. Rumours spread and spread and spread, and no end was in sight...

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It was chaos, and Monst, Freckle and Nea had to hide at Gary Peckas farm. Youtube and FaceBook were down and no eating,sleeping,jumping,fucking,fighting,shitting cats and dogs could be seen anywhere. Neither any plates with spaghetti,steaks,salads,beer,and other drinks. Or any sunsets or dawns. It was pure silence in the air!

How come? Huh! A rumour was spread over the net that the downloadingking had the new monstermovie in his hackgrip and that he had promised to give this enormous catch, to the world, as a gift.

So they waited! And they waited! With their little forefingers hovering over the downloadingbutton. All over the world they were anxious and eager-eager to see the new fantastic wonder-movie. Soon, soon...

But on the farm, on the border Finland-Russia, they know, that their wait was in vain, and they feared what would happen, when the social media would understand, that there would be nothing to steal. Would there be a web-war? And who, they thought, WHO would be the first victim?

Huuuuu!

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"Huuuuuu!", said Freckle after Gary P. had explained his plan to them. "Do you really want to take such a risk? Those NSA guys are real professionals, they'd find out what we've done in a millisecond!"

"Not if we ask other people who know their stuff, too! I happen to know some of the CCC guys, they helped us already during our Excessa times. Hehe they think they're clever, but they really didn't find out who they were actually helping, hehehe", Gary answered. And in short time, he had explained the plan to the CCC guys, and how they were delighted to do what he asked for!

A few hours later, a LOUD scream was to be heard throughout the whole world, when all the people waiting for the movie saw that said movie would finally be ready for download now! A billion "download" clicks once at a time, and PLING! movie was ready to watch!! All the people happily opened their videoplayers and clicked the button PLAY...



Unfortunately, this video is not available in the world, because it may
contain creatures for which NSA has not granted the living-on-earth-
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There was a gigantic power-fall, when all the downloaders pushed their buttons, and when they read the gloomy message, a loud disappointmentscream was heard. The screamers needed air, for their roar and the airintake made a huge law-pressure. That law-pressure created intense cloud-electricity and enormous thunderstorms wandered over the globe, from east to west.

And gosh how it thundered over the farm, where now even Moco was. Gary P had fetched her since she needed her friends. She was very, very sad, since her Deathmetalsheep Mopple had kamikazed, and not even her new recordplayer could comfort her.

The thunder scared them all, but Freckle most, so she crept under her bed where Nea already lay. But he was of no comfort. At all. He was paralyzed from other reasons. He was a city-guy and hadn't met a wild animal since he was four years old, and someone let him play with an angry and biting gay-lion-cub. Since then he had a wild-animal-psychosis. Now he was confronted with Russian wolves and bears in an extent he couldn't handle. And all Freckles nomnomnoms didn't help. He was inconsolable...

And he had all the reasons to be nervous. Outside the farm had a flock of very hungry and alert wolves gathered, and their howlings attracted some big brown bears, that answered with muffled scary brumbrumbrums.
Nea was sure, that there also were werewolves, and that they were going to tear him in pieces.

Suddenly there was the classical BUMKABUMBUM and huuuuu...

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Oh Moco where are you?

The thunder thundered, the typhoons typhooneded and the wolves and bears gave up a primevalroar in the Finnish primevalforests. UUUUUUUUuuuu.

Nea shivered, as he never had shivered before, and Freckle hold his hands. "I won't let the werewolves tear you to pieces. I promise!", she said. And strangely enough, he believed that unlikely guarantee, and started to breath his typical more calm heavy breaths.

And suddenly the sun looked at the two humans there under the bed, with a smile, and they were happy again.

But the thunder hadn't given up. It wandered over land and sea, to Washington DC, where it scared poor Leon Panetta, that just visited his President, from his senses.(Panettas, not Obamas!:roll: )

He was (Panetta again ) very upset when he told Obama, what had happened at the tearoom.

"There were that Freckled thing, the sprinkleralien and that giant cow, we saw at CNN. My FBI-guys were like puppets in the big monsters hands and their self-confidence haven't recovered yet. The aliens went away in a big tent and stupid people thought they were making the movie, that everyone talks about.

Obama shook his head. "Sorry Leon, I have other things to deal with, than your brainghosts , so please talk to your psychiatrist instead."

"I know, I know. Syria!. But that is an easy one. You must bumb of course. You can see that this Assad is a
typical alien and all Al Qaidas too. Aliens! All alienaliens...Use our new moleculebumbs so they can be bees or gnatgnats, that would serve them well.

A bigbig thunderbomcabumbum shook the White House, and and...

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friends, I'm back
where I was those 14 days
hitchhiking at the sunset boulevard
after Cali-fucking-fornia I was moving to Africa
I was a farmer, believe it or not
thousands of chickens in Africa
thousands of birds
millions of eggs
my friends, you should've seen Africa
amazing place
I was a young woman, I couldn't resist
millions of birds
I'm so sorry friends what I've done
what can I do for you, my only friends
I was in Africa, now I'm here
what can I do for you
I saw butterflies
millions of butterflies
the sky is different in Africa, my friends
you can hear the screams at night there

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I am so HAPPY you are back scot-free!

Our Moco took a fortnight trip,
To gay-lion-land, oh so hip,
Not a tourist-inferno,
Like that in Salerno,
No, no, a pure birdland on Africa's tip.

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If, our eyes crossing paths, one little moon gets occulted through playful syzygys, would I there be able to tell of my numbing intoxication?

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Bumkabum! Again! The door flew open and in tornadoed the Poet! Yes, yes, it was really the Lord Byron-like El Salvadorgenius.

Ha had walked the four miles from the bus-stop, in Kussavanta, and the thunderstorm, with its heavy rain, had followed in his footsteps. Ho looked as a drowned Lord Byron-cat.

But he smiled happily, when he, from a pocket, picked up a thin book. "Hi,hi, I am back with my newborn creation, after nine months of poempregnancy. My third "Green Bird", and I think it is my best so far."

"Oh, ah, oh, ah," said Moco and Freckle. They loved poetry and "Greenbird, One and Two" were rated 10/10.

Nea was also a poetryfan and crawled up from his underbedposition with a heavy breath.

"Fuck, fuck! So you are back, poet?" he said. "I have news for you, concerning my position on the Forum. I am now a Moderator-Moderator and I have realized that there lives a Napoleon-Hitler inside me. He wants to come out now, and I will start with a change of all Avatars. To greengreen lizards!

The poet looked unhappy. "Do you mean that my piano, my fucking piano, my long loved Avatar will be a greengreen lizard?

"Ja,ja, just so! No exceptions, no, no! There will be greengreen lizards everywhere."

"But, but, I love my fucking piano! So much! Vojne, vojne! My heart is now full of syzygus and I feel intoxicated and numb, when I listen to you!"

Now the door opened! Again! And Gary P came in. "Huh, huh! There are ten wolves and two bears outside and they howl in hunger for human steaks and chops."

The poor Moderator-Moderator crept back under the bed...and, and...

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and that was the best he could've done, because a second later the door flew open and crashed on the wall with a terribly loud BUMKABUMBUM! In came the first bear, big and dark and a bit smelly because of his wet fur, closely followed by the wolves, each one trying to be first, and then the second bear, even bigger and smellier than the first one. The animals gathered around the remaining friends, herded them into a circle, growled hungry growls at them and sneaked around them, their eyes filled with desperate hunger and aggressiveness. The friends gathered together as close as possible, hoping not having to fill those hungry jaws with their own flesh, not knowing how to flee or what else to do. Nea was breathing heavily under the bed again, but he didn't have any good ideas. He secretly wished to be able to simply ban these animals away! But unfortunately they didn't seem to react to such wishes What was left to do?!

Freckle heard a whisper behind her right ear. She turned her head and saw the still-wet-Byron-cat-like-Poet murmuring something she couldn't hear well. Was he praying?! Could it be he was actually praying?! She closed her eyes, and then she could hear him better. Which was because the Poet's voice got louder and louder. He didn't pray at all, but recited a poem from his new poetrybook, a poem which he had written a few months ago in a small shabby room somewhere in the middle of nowhere when heavy rain was falling in a dark stormy night.

The animals suddenly calmed down. They stopped growling scary growls, tiptoed around the friends and towards the still poem-reciting Poet. They listened to his poem, looked at each other, and when the Poet had finished his poem, they all began to howl desperately. Even the bears howled, as far as they can, that is. They howled for a few minutes, enough time for the friends to seek a hideout up in the attic gallery where the animals couldn't reach them. Then, like if someone had switched them off, the animals stopped howling all at once and looked up to the Poet who was looking down from the gallery, just like waiting for his next poem to come. The friends looked at each other, and finally Freckle said: "Another one! They seem to want more, don't you think?"

So the Poet started with another sad poem, and again the animals listened carefully and howled for a few minutes after the poem was finished. The Poet didn't have another sad poem and started with another one which was a bit more of the bright side of life. The animals took it very nice, they became livelier again and even seemed to be quite happy! So the Poet tried a really happy and positive, life-loving poem, and indeed the bears began to dance on the carpet, and the wolves even started catching each others' tails! Was the Poet an unknown wild-animals-whisperer? He courageously went down the gallery to the animals while reciting another one of his poems, gave them all the food he could find in the small kitchen and in the pantry, gave them fresh water and rubbed their wet furs with all the towels he could find. The animals happily gathered around him like vagrant pets.

"Maybe we should hurry up and buy much more food instantly", Freckle said doubtfully. "If they start getting hungry again and Poet starts getting tired, we won't have such easy game, I fear"...

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"I wonder," said Gary P , This isn't normal behavior for animals. Or what do you think, Monst?"

"NO, no, and I have an idea" answered the giant, and started to talk in his Huxahuxa-language.

"Ga nossa ga duo e poly e a prue."

The animals stopped howling and jumping and fell on their knees.

"Hoba, hoba", they roared and Monst laughed, with his big mouth.

"Just what I thought! They are all my children from Granada, where they were molecule-bumbed to bees, tigers, tigergnatgnats and now they are wolves and bears. They will NOT eat us!"

The party jumped down, from the gallery, and the wolves started to sing the Huxahuxa nationalhymn, "Hoba, hoba ubra brom". The two bears contributed with some bas-bom-brum-bump, and it sounded really great, so Nea dared to leave his under-bed-position. He hugged the poet.

"You saved us from a steak-and-chopexistence with your magic poem, and I will not change your pianoavatar to a greengreen lizard. That will be enough with all the others."

"But, but, we will not be lizards", said Moco and Freckle in chorus.

"Jaja, I am not impossible. Keep your fucking avatars, if it means so much."

Now everyone was happy, and they sang with the wolves, "Hoba, hoba ubra brom."

But, But, meanwhile, in the United States of America, a former Secretary of Defence planned a dreadful revenge. On everyone, that hadn't believed, he saw an alien. In a big tent. In the Oval Room...Close to the President...

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Continuing meanwhile in US...(can't wait)

Panetta decided to contact the CNN-reporter, Gary Brave. The poor guy had lost his job and the reason was his too lively alienfantasies. He worked now as a pommes-fritescutter on McDonalds and was glad to hear from the powerful politician.

"You talked about an alien Finnish goatfarmer and I would like to meet that bloke. It can't be that difficult for a news-man like you to find him, and then we can go there together. I will pay you considerable wages as my assistant."

"Oh, thank you! I will leave my unshelled potatoes to their destiny immediately. Haha!"

Brave talked to a Finnish newspaper and got Freckles fathers phonenumber. Papa Öhubble told him that Freckle probably was on a goatfarm near Kussavanta with some friends.

"There is a bus once a day..."

Panetta and Brave flew to Finland, found the bus, walked the four miles through the primevalforest. And there it was! The alien goatfarm!

"Huh!" said Panetta,"Now I will get my proof. Hahaha Obama! Fuck you Barack! I will give you for brain-ghosts...!"

From the house was heard strange and wild sounds, and the two Americans stopped.

"I can hear howlings! Isn't it wolfhowlings?" Panetta looked worried.

"Ja, ja, huh! And I can hear some brumbrumbrums, as if there were bears too! Maybe we should come back some other day...

But, but! The door flew open and, and...

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Huh! Me! Again!

A jumble of howling animals stormed out, from the farm, and were followed by some, not less howling, humans. Panetta recognized the freckled alien from the Oval Room and the giant from Granada. But there was also a long,thin man, he was sure he knew.

Panetta felt dizzy and weak, when the man looked at him and memory-pics streamed through his mind. They became stronger and stronger! This man had been close! This man was family! Happy lost family! A muffled Panetta-out-cry was heard...

"Daddy, oh daddy..."

Gary Fucking Pekkas eyes widened and he looked chocked.

"Leon, Leon? My son! It is really you? I have been thinking of you lately. How are you? And what have you been up to?"

"Oh, I have been Secretary of Defence in US, and I have missed you all my life. There is a hole in my heart for you. Why did you leave me?"

"Oh, I am so sorry, Leon,I couldn't take care of you myself, so I left you with the Panettas. I had no choice."

The two men hugged and the others were stunned.

"But how?" asked Moco. "How can this pensioner be your son?"

"Oh, we aliens have another life cycle. I am 243 years now, and I can tell you it is a curse. We never talk about it, and today Leon and I will have a papa-son-day. But tomorrow I am going to erase it from yours and his memory. So we will enjoy it while we can."

Nea let out his worries. "How about me? I can be invisible whenever I want, under any bed, and I move around in time and other dimensions, as it suits me, as no one else I know. And I Looove greengreen lizards more than anything. I even eat them! Raw! They are nomnomnom!(# 654)So who am I!:? "

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Gary Pekka Fucking took a closer look to the still worried Nea. He looked into his eyes for a long time, like a hypnotist trying to convince his counterpart to be a chicken... and then he burst out in loud laughter! He laughed and laughed and laughed, until he got a terrible hiccup and finally stopped, coughing and hiccuping until he managed to calm himself down. He lay his hand onto Neas shoulder and said,

"Nea, my brother-in-mind, listen. I am now going to have my father-and-son-day, and I promise you that when I return, I will have your real father with me! I know him very well, although I haven't seen him for quite some time now, so I'm looking forward to meet him again as well. But it's a long way for him to come here, and I have to talk to him first, so you have to give me some time. Now go and have a nice day with the others, and when I'm back we can have another family reunion, ok?"

Nea nodded with wide open eyes, and in the next second Gary Pekka Fucking and his lost son were gone. The others were excited!

"Nea, dude, who do you think he means?" "Who could it be?" "Someone he knows? He knows a lot of other goatfarmers of course, but somehow you don't seem like a goatfarmers' son...", they all talked simultaneously. They went on wondering who could be meant, while they made their way towards the lake to go swimming. The wolves and bears hurried into the forest, returning with a lot of dry woodsticks, and the friends lightened up a nice fire on the shore and started to have a great barbecue with lots of food and drinks. They were astonished about the amounts of food Monst and the animals were able to eat! The Poet recited a few more poems, and the sun was sparkling on the lake. Slowly dawn was coming, and the sky turned into bloodred. But all of a sudden, the fire went out, and it was pitch black! Freckle and Moco shivered a bit. This was a scary kind of darkness, even on a cloudy night one could usually at least see shadows after some time, but this here was pure darkness! Not even a star could be seen on the dark sky! The wolves suddenly started howling again and ran away into the wood, and the two bears followed them quickly. The rest of the friends and Gary Monst remained on the shore, not being able to run anywhere because they could see nothing at all and would have been likely to run into the lake instead of the woods...

... and then they all heard a sound. A weird and very high sound, whistling steadily and slowly growing louder. They shivered all at once. And then they saw a staircase.

The staircase was brightly lit up and seemed to reach from the lake up into the pitch black sky, leading into nowhere. Four feet could be seen, taking one step after another, growing into the silhouettes of two persons climbing down the staircase. The persons reached what seemed to be the lake, and the staircase closed, and with it also the light went out again. The former terrible sound could be heard again and made them all cover their ears with their hands. The sky slowly started to sparkle with stars, and they slowly could see shadows, and they saw two persons standing on the lakeshore. When they took their hands off their ears again, they heard a voice.

"I AM YOUR FATHER, NEA."

The friends were speechless. No one seemed to know that voice, it definitely wasn't Leon or Gary Pekka Fucking. The other person lit up the fire again. The friends recognized Pekka in him, and with him was his long-time-no-see-nor-hear-buddy...

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W-where did all this blood come from, father?

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Blood?? Oh, no, dear son! It's lizardguts! You bit too hard!

The tall man with the strange hat and yellow cowl, smiled benevolently at Nea.

"So, we meet again, son? Last time was in Phallus and you didn't know, that I was your father. But I have followed you and I know that you like to breath loudly under beds. I liked when you spent time with the freckled girl more than your latest escapades with that mom...

The Others were fascinated by Neas father and tried desperately, not to look at the lower part of his body. But, but, he had no trousers,so, so...

"Priapus? It is really Priapus!," whispered Freckle. "Priapus is your father. Gosh! Did you ever suspect that?"

"No, for heavens sake, no! I met him in Phallus and thought he was cool, but my father? Never! It explains a lot though!"

"Yes, it does! Huh! Your invisibility and your love for lizards!"

"Priapus laughed!

"Yes, you have that lizardlove from me. They are the best! But it's time we have a talk about your other attitudes. I don't want to be patronizing, but you shouldn't take shit from anyone. You are a godson, and should get in their faces and rip new assholes."

"What? I will not be like that Mr edit. HUUUU."

"No, of course not, but I am a little tired of being the always blessing Priapus, and I had hoped that you soon would take over. I am pleased with your progress, Nea!"

"But father I am not certain I really have your blessing-attribute, so how will I do that?"

"Oh, I am sure you can fix it, with some of your sprinklers, haha! And I must leave you for now. I am going to play GTA V with Aphrodite."

With that he disappeared. The fire faded and it was dark on the beach. But where, oh where, was Nea? Was he now invisible, again, and had started his blessingcareer

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Oh, you skeptical! I refuse to give up on this Forum and this story...


Meanwhile in Neas parents home...

Nea enters. "Hi mom! Glad to see you!"

"Welcome son! You have been sort of invisible lately!"

"Invisible, ja? ( she should just know, what I have been up to ) Jaja, I have had a lot of sprinkling to do. But mom, something has happened and I would like to ask you some questions!"

"Ja, ok, what can that be?"

"I wonder if you know a guy called Priapus?"

"Priapus?? Never heard of! What sort of name is that? Greek is he? I haven't seen a Greek in my whole life."

"To be brutally honest. I have met a Priapus and he told me he is my father".

Now moms husband and evidently not Neas father comes into the room.

"What do I hear? Your father has appeared from nowhere. Him I would like to see, for sure. And he is Greek and called Pripus? Cards on the table now mom! I have never believed, that fairy tale the nuns on your convent School told us,that there was no man in miles, that could have made you pregnant. There was apparently a Greek. A Pripus! And where is he now?"

"In Phallus in Texas, I think. He is a Greek blessinggod..."

"What? What? This, my friend, is just too much! Have you gone completely mad?"

"No, no, I have really met him. In Finland!"

"In Finland? You have been in Finland and there you met a Greek Primus, that told you he is your father?



Goodness Gracious Me..."

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:luv1: Oh thank you, thank you! The ugly lizard is gone. Welcome lovely dog. Hope you will stay and be happy here...

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o hay guys :bounce2: :bounce1:

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o hay guys :bounce2: :bounce1:

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Continuing the meanwhile in Neas parents home!

"Do you really believe those balderdash, Nea? A blessinggod, what IS that? Really I mean?"

"You would understand if you saw him. Google Priapus!"

"Pripus! Priapus! But huh, huh! Goshgosh! What on Earth and Jesus all apostles IS that?. Should this penis-monster be YOUR father? But Nea, Nea, he wasn't real. Some less well equipped old Greek wishthinker found him up. As a joke maybe! How can you believe something so hideous incredible. It is 2013 Nea!"

"Jaja, but I have met him!"

"In Finland? Ja ,I have heard that there are some strange inbreedings there! Fag was he? But how could you, a clever guy like you, really visualize the thought? Blessinggod? Huh! Focus Nea, focus!

"But, but, I have unique capacities. I can be invisible and sleep under beds, here and there. I am dimensionfree!"

"Dimensionfree? And what does that mean? Huh!"

" At the same time, as I sprinkle here in US, I can have tea and nomnomnoms in other parts of the world. And I have eaten raw lizards just as Priapus, even if I don't just now!"

Mom interferes. "Apropos eating. Dinner is served and let us talk about other things than that disgusting penisshower. You have always been the dearest and cutest of boys Nea, even if you sometimes are a little strange. I blame that lioncub that scared you from your senses, when you were four years old. It gave you some problems for sure! But please don't believe that Finlandfag. What did you do in Finland by the way? Do they sprinkle there too...........