Current Mood: Torn between meh, hee, fumph and yeshk
Listening To: Where - Lisbeth Scott, The Chronicles of Narnia OST


The valley was calm and peaceful. Bird song fluted from within and without the valley, singing a chorus of garbled and rude christmas carols. The valley was bowl shaped as if some ancient god had stuck its bottom in the air and produced a tremendous gust of flatulence. Enough to fell trees and leave them smouldering piles of stink.

Overlooking the valley was a man, or at least what looked like a man covered as it was in a cloak, who sat astride something that which could be classed as a steed. It certainly bore the powerful muscles and graceful features of a modern day horse. But all resemblance stopped there. The man sat upon a great, big, fuzzy wabbit.

The coat was purest vomit and in the beady eyes shone little intelligence. For all intents and purposes, it was as a giant stuffed toy. Harmless but harmful when swallowed. The rabbit's nose twitched at the odor. Twin nostrils flared and inhaled the reeking air. The stupid rabbit gagged reflexively (ahaha, I made it do that ).

The stench was more than a match for a vomit-stained rabbit. Snarling and baring its teeth, it blinked furiously several times and let out a blech. Satisfied, it popped on the ground. Unmoving. That's when its owner decided to perform a roundkick to the side of its head.

The owner was somewhat cruel and at best, uncaring towards its giant, oversized offense-against-PETA-and-all-that-it-stood-for. The It came from a long line of cruelty-towards-pokemon inciters. And here was no exception.

The It purposely hid in the shadows. For riding on the crest of a giant blade of grass in the valley was a Pikachu. A gust of wind brought upon it some feathers. The pikachu sneezed, sending great jolts of eletricity spiralling towards the heavens and eletrocuting then barbaquing a flying mole-rat...thing.

Sighting the prey, the It pushed the Big Red Button labelled "Do Not Push The Big Red Button."...dun dun dun


What happens next? write it out!

Well, what can I say, I'm not much of a writer. In fact, I do believe I suck at writing. Continue the story as you please. Go knock yourselves out!

Wheeee I like Random.

Be Merry!