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Sunday, March 27th, 2005
7:37 pm
Drip. Drip. Drip.

This is the sound of a puddle of goo, slowly re-forming, regaining some semblence of coherency.

And with coherency... thought?

I am the minotaur-child, come to set the works of the Cleaners to the goring-horn!

But no, that wasn't quite right. Because he was also a bed, and a small child, and quite a few candy wrappers. It was all very confusing.
Tuesday, March 22nd, 2005
2:59 pm

Saturday, April 12th, 2003
2:32 pm
His name was Joseph.

The minotaur-child born to the dust-rhinos proved to be quite a disturbance, indeed-- but, perhaps, he may have been a blessing to them and their cause. Certainly, he could be raised to prove himself a just and powerful tailor for the anti-cleaning armies the RhinoPeople were assembling. The great revenging-time was almost at hand.

Thankfully, the child whose bed they lived behind didn't notice an 8-foot-tall, axe-wielding bull-man taking up residence in a pile of dust.

After years of conditioning, the moment had arisen...
Friday, March 21st, 2003
9:14 pm
Unfortunately, time wasn't talking, despite multiple threats.
Tuesday, December 10th, 2002
7:34 pm
It was a light and airy morning. In the rather brightly lit patch behind the bed, directly under the wall-mounted lamp, the dust rhinos lurked. For these were no ordinary dust puppies. These were bound together with the ultimate power of Long Hair, which like long-chain molecules in polymers gave them supreme tensile strength coupled with snakelike flexibility. And they were plotting, plotting a deep and dark revenge, so unlike their home. For these were the survivor rhinos, the few who had managed to keep their coherancy through rare cleanings and more frequent searching-around-for-lost-things, who were ready to attack. But was the world ready for them? Was the sleeper above ready for their awakening? Only time would tell...
2:13 pm
I know rule number 1 says only Jenny can do this, but rule number 42 says that I'm special too! And this just had to be done.

The community was nearly dead so I did the only thing I thought I could do. I pulled the plug on the last story. It was getting to be impossibly hard to follow. Not only because it was written at the pace of an entry every two months, but also because it was too bizarre. We stopped trying to tell a story and started trying to just outweird eachother!

There aren't many of us left. I checked all the members and most don't update their journals anymore if they even ever did. So it's up to us to start a new story! And try to keep it going. So who wants to begin the next story?


1:57 pm
"Pika...pika...pika...pika...pika", the yellow rodent began saying over and over. He began getting high pitched with his pikas, each one sounding more frantic than the last. And his yellow pigmentation began to get darker...He was up to something big apparently!

"PIKAPIKAPIKAPIKAPIKA", even more high pitched and now incredibly frantic.

"PIKAPIKAPIKAPIKABOOOOOM!"...the world went black. I would never know this, I didn't make it. But the blast destroyed nearly everything within a mile radius. I always new those damn Japanese animations were dangerous. And to me, they were deadly.

Saturday, January 12th, 2002
9:37 pm
Never one to miss a move, I scooped up the nearest scary-looking pumpkin, and threw it at the annoying kid.

Bad move.

"Go, Annoying-Little-Yellow-Rodent!" chanted the crowd with the force of a mantra, as the nausiatingly cute creation proceeded to turn my hastily improvised pumpkin into a slightly blue-static-tinged, rather cooked, and vastly less scary version. Then the chirpy little rodent turned to face me.

"Pika!" it declared, as if revealing the secrets of the universe. Well, there was nothing for it than to attempt negotiation.

"Pika? Pikapikapika? Pi-ka-chu?" I attempted, in my best high-squeaky-rodent-voice.
Tuesday, November 20th, 2001
12:38 pm
Not that there wasn't already one anyway.

I'm busy compiling what we have of Chronicle the Second in preparation for maybe jump-starting it again, and I find that I need a few people's names. mooncheese, countrydiva, dark_twinge: I need to know what names you wanna be listed as on the keyed writeup. Bryy I'm assuming wants to be listed as Bryy, but if I'm wrong then comment here and correct me.

Yeth. Thank you. That is all. We now return you to the previously-scheduled dead silence.
Monday, October 29th, 2001
1:21 am

This is what the pumpkin said it me as it left at my shoes, ready to do battle.
Thursday, October 25th, 2001
5:20 pm
Everything in the entire auditorium turned twords me, with expressions of rage on thier faces. I blinked.
Wednesday, October 3rd, 2001
11:47 am
The firs thing I noticed when they brang me into the auditorium were all the Halloween decorations. The room was full of ducks, big ones, small ones, letharig ones. My right shoe leapt at one of them, but I quickly pulled it back, almost forgetting that my shoes had grown teeth.
The next thing I noticed were the rows of armored ducks, equipped with sporks and froons alike, that made up the front of the auditorium. Their leader was a giant Ape.
"He was a reject from auditions of the new Planet of the Apes movie. He was subsequently outcast from the Ape dimension. He's our best general. Thats Those are The Black Rubber Duckies, the squad in charge of keeping us safe from the other dimensions." Surprised, I was. I could undersyand the duck-speaking child now. My shoes still tried to eat him.

I was underwater, and yet I could breathe. And talk, and move normally.

A JackO-Lantern floated by my head and went to the microphone onstage. It turned around to face everyone in the room.
"Ducklings," it said "My name is Bill, I am the new Seasonal Ambassador of Stuff, and I am hear to answer any questions you have. The Duck will be here shortly."

My hand shot up.
"Where's my teddy bear?"
Wednesday, September 5th, 2001
10:11 am
...my attention was redirected to a cold splash of water in my face. I stopped to look around me. This watery world was nothing more than a giant infladable swimming pool supporting the hyperactiveness of seven little children. I quickly singled one out.
"Is this the Duck Dimension? Where's the ducks?"
"Quack," She responded, instantly joined by the other children in a chorus of chanting, "Quack. Quack. Quack. Quack. Quack."
They slowly came towards me until they formed a circle around me, flapping their arms and quacking.
I wasn't sure what to do so I began quacking in sync. After a few minutes of quacking, I seemed to meet their approval.
"Follow me. I will take you to the duck." The oldest one grabbed my hand and pulled me under...
Wednesday, August 29th, 2001
4:03 pm
Just then I decided to check my watch. Midnight... Midnight... Something from my past nagged at me. I looked up, and saw the golden spork, flying through the air. Unfortunately, It flew into the human dimension just as I stepped through the portal... Better luck next time I guess.
"Did I leave the garage door open?" I thought to myself. This line of thought continued for about 5 minutes, until...
Tuesday, August 28th, 2001
8:57 am
...the Eskimos were catching up, and now the Polar Bear squadron that was with them had Soda Machines with them, not the kind that spit out canned soda but the kind that gives you bottled soda....
...my shoes grew needle-tooth filled mouths....
...then the crow landed right infront of me, two feet bigger this time. "The duck says you need to get the hey out of here. Follow me into the Duck Dimension and safety. We must find the teddy bear. It is now in the Wild Boar Dimension. We are in the Human Dimension as of no-"
"Alright!" I said, ducking a flying soda of death.

As the Crow sang the Row, Row, Row, Your Boat song, I saw a watery world open before my very eyes.... and we stepped in...
Monday, August 27th, 2001
4:34 pm
My feet were killing me. Memories of the circus surfaced.. clowns! I flipped into a handstand and walked on my hands instead. I pursued the crow for a few miles before I realized that my line of vision was restricted to backwards to the ground.
I sat down and focused on the air pressure below me to attempt levetation.
It wasn't working.
Friday, August 24th, 2001
11:15 pm
I was interuppted by my shoes as they suddenly tackled me from behind. Apparently they didn't like being left, and they forced themselves back on to my feet, laces even tighter this time. As the feeling in my feet decreased, I started stumbling twords the raven, ignoring the cow killing captain.
11:10 pm
I was interuppted by my shoes as they suddenly tackled me from behind. Apparently they didn't like being left, and they forced themselves back on to my feet, laces even tighter this time. As the feeling in my feet decreased, I started stumbling twords the raven, ignoring the cow killing captain.
Wednesday, August 22nd, 2001
11:54 am
I couldn't find anything in sight to slice my laces so I simply removed my shoes and dashed after the bird. I searched my mind trying to rememer somthing about the year 1742. The only thing I could remember was that my desk in history class made a bad, but servicable pillow.

I saw no signs of civilization anywhere. The road was dirt and being overgrown with weeds. The trees were surrounding me. The bird was flying away from me. The square root of 144 is 12.

I came upon a clearing. The bird flew away, off the road to the left. To the right there was a herd of cows grazing. Then I saw the duck. The duck came crashing down from the air and landed on a cow. In a matter of seconds the cow was reduced to a skeleton. It was the most disgusting thing I've ever seen. With manners like that I instantly knew the duck was Captain Steak Sammich.

I was torn...follow the crow or seek the aid of the Captain...
Tuesday, August 21st, 2001
7:32 pm
Confused at how my laces became so tight, I stumbled into the room marked Stage 1742. There was a flash of blinding green light. I fell to the floor. THUD. Not only were my eyes now stinging as if someone had poured bleach in them, but I was beginning to lose feeling in my feet AND my butt hurt. I peeked through a shower of tears at the room. However, it wasn't a room at all... I was on a dirt road, trees lining the edge. I sat cross-legged, and glanced around with half open eyes. Then I saw a sign which had "This is the 1742nd year" handpainted on it in white. I must have travelled back in time. A crow sat on atop the sign, laughing at me.
"Hey, where am..."
And with that, the crow flew off. He must know why and how I got here, I had to follow him. But first I had to find some scissors, my feet were killing me, and these damned knotted laces weren't coming undone.
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