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Post by sascrotch on Oct 27, 2008 10:31:13 GMT -5
still waiting
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Post by egyptiandong on Oct 28, 2008 13:25:27 GMT -5
*also waiting*
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Post by Viking Dong on Oct 30, 2008 7:27:03 GMT -5
Boone and Charleton gasped and ran to hide behind the nearest object they could find, which happened to be an empty cart. The giant, glowing, green monstrosity took to the air, then it's shape slowly unfolded into that of the Kanaja plant, which was a carnivorous, sentient plant. It was suspended in the air for a moment, green sparks flying everywhere from its unstable form, then lurched downwards towards the party.
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Billy-Bo looked in horror. He hadn't seen a Kanaja plant since he went with the Dwarves to slay the dragon, and to get their buds they had to be slain - which was no easy task. He was wondering how he was going to handle this when suddenly the shape in the sky wheeled towards the onlookers. Frobbits everywhere took flight in a drunken panic, knocking over chairs, tables, and toddlers alike in their rush to escape the fiery green monstrosity.
The Grand Dalf was surprised as well, but he stood his ground while the rest fled - it was his own firework, after all. He straightened his hat, rolled up his sleeves, harumphed his moustachios, and raised his hands. Two large spheres of liquid fire shot from his palms and flew towards his adversary. Upon making contact, the green apparition shuddered and then erupted in a blinding green flash. For a split second there was silence, then a massive roar cut the air, with a shockwave in fast pursuit. Several tents were nearly flattened, cups were blown from their tables, flags and banners were ripped from their poles, and hundreds of unsuspecting Frobbits were knocked to the ground.
For a few moments most of the Frobbits lay prostrate or in hiding, too scared to risk their neck to see if it was safe. Finally, a few of them began to move around, and as if that were a catalyst, all of them began to go back to the party. In moments, it was as if nothing had ever happened.
The Grand Dalf smiled smugly with his work. Then a thought hit him: how did it go off? He suddenly had a passing thought of two particular young Frobbits: Doc Merry and "Pimpin" Tooke. He made his way towards the charred launch site, and found that his suspicions were confirmed. They were both completely singed, black-soot covered from head to foot. He yanked them both up by the collar, both of them giving a yelp.
He squinted at them both, smoothing a moustachio. "Doc Merry, and Pimpin Tooke... I had a suspicion..." Doc and Tooke looked at each other and gulped. It was no good thing to upset and Epick Wizard. The Grand Dalf thought for a moment, then had an idea.
"There will be a lot of dishes after tonight. You may want to get a head start." At that, he chuckled and left them there. They both looked at one another again, and knew they had completely ruined their night.
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Post by Viking Dong on Nov 3, 2008 8:34:14 GMT -5
Finally making it to the party, the two tired yet excited Frobbits gave eachother a pat on the back. "We made it, Mister Boone."
Boone nodded, with a big grin on his face. "We sure did, Charleton, all because of your idea! What say you and I find the nearest keg, eh? And maybe after you've drunk enough, Lily will dance with you!" At that, they intermingled with the crowd of lively drunken Frobbits and headed towards the keg wall, where pockets of Frobbits lay against kegs, some passed (or near enough to it) and others with their mouths beneath the taps lay gathered all around. They both grabbed a pair of pints and proceeded to fill up.
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After an hour or so of drinking, there came a buzz from the banquest tables. The dinner bells were rung, summoning the Frobbits (those who could walk, at least) to the tables, announcing the grand feast was about to begin. There was a steady surge twoards the area, all of the various and diverse families of Shireland gathering at their respected seats. There rows upon rows upon rows of tables, with hundreds of seats all around. Boone and Charleton had the privelege of sitting at the head table, where Billy-Bo was to sit as well. Boone saw his uncle then for the first time that night.
"Uncle, good to see you! Happy birthday!" he managed, partially sober. "Ayeh, Mashter Billbob, happish birfday!" Charleton slurred. Billy-Bo chuckled.
"I was beginning to wonder where you lads were!" His golden fro gleamed like the sun as the torchlights reflected off of it. He looked at Charleton, and said, "I see you're enjoying the party, Charleton!" Boone laughed. "Aye, Uncle, he's trying to build some confidence. We'll see how that goes." All three sat down, Charleton requiring a bit of assistance.
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Post by egyptiandong on Nov 6, 2008 14:22:06 GMT -5
dude perty fucking awesome. gotta say.
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Post by Viking Dong on Nov 20, 2008 8:36:07 GMT -5
After a few hours of merry feasting and bong-passing, it became apparent that a speech was going to be made. An excited buzz passed around the tables, and soon a chant of "Speech! Speech, I say!" was took up by the less-than-sober Frobbits. Billy-Bo nodded modestly, and made calming gestures with his hounds. He finally stood up and made his way towards the stage and the podium that was prepared for this very occasion.
Upon reaching the podium, he glanced out over the expanse of Frobbits at their respected feasting tables. The diversity of Shireland was well displayed here: some Frobbits were shorter than others, some had frizzy fros, some had fros in unimaginable colors. A multitude of families were here, many of which Billy-Bo were familiar with, but there were some he had never seen before, as well. He began by clearing his throat, and put his hand into his pocket, where he touched a compact, oblong object. The Grand Dalf noticed this movement and found it peculiar.
"My dear Shagginses and Humpins, Tookes and Brandyfucks, Grubbsmokers, Chubbs, Hornblowers, Bongbraces and Proudteats-"
A wily female Frobbit near the center of the table cried out "Proudtits!", which was promptly followed by drunken hooting and stoned laughter. Billy-Bo gave a large chuckle himself. *She was always something else,* he thought.
"Today, as you all know, is my hundred-seventy-eleventh birthday!" He paused as the crowd applauded and cheered. "Alas, a hundred and seventy eleven years is far too short a time to live among such excellent and righteous Frobbits." More cheers. "I don't know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."
Some of the Frobbits went silent, but most kept cheering anyways, some banging their goblets, others waving their bongs and pipes. Billy-Bo started to continue, but then was overtook by a sudden feeling of urgency. He tried to speak, but stuttered instead. At first the crowd didn't notice and kept cheering, but it quickly became evident that something was wrong. The Grand Dalf watched intently, and his sharp eyes did not miss Billy-Bo's discreet pulling out of the object from his pocket. Swiftly, Billy-Bo raised the object, which was a seemingly small, golden bong, to his lips, and with one hit, disappeared.
A synchronized *gasp* escaped from the crowd.
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Post by egyptiandong on Nov 24, 2008 14:21:42 GMT -5
noice
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Post by Conan Dong on Mar 5, 2009 22:58:47 GMT -5
i've never read this thread before and all I can say is YOWZA!!!
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Post by sascrotch on Mar 6, 2009 9:35:49 GMT -5
you betcha
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Post by Viking Dong on Mar 10, 2009 7:35:13 GMT -5
Lol one day I shall continue this beastly story.
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Post by sascrotch on Mar 10, 2009 7:59:49 GMT -5
lol with a vengeance!
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Post by Viking Dong on Mar 10, 2009 8:58:40 GMT -5
lol how else?
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Post by Conan Dong on Mar 10, 2009 9:05:21 GMT -5
with zero trans fat?
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Post by sascrotch on Mar 10, 2009 9:44:54 GMT -5
blasphemy!
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Post by Conan Dong on Mar 11, 2009 15:53:49 GMT -5
jk
MOAR!!
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