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29-04-2014, 08:48 PM
RE: The Story Thread
A hermit called Roger lived comfortably in the old cardboard box just a few feet away from the beach sidewalk. Everyday, he sat. He didn't beg, he didn't go on his knees for Jesus, he didn't prostitute himself, he just sat. You see Roger had a secret and there were things about him that most people will never know. No one suspected him to be mysterious because he seemed boring, but he was waiting for someone important.

A rabbit, he waited for. A rabbit. A childhood memory unfolded in his mind... It was a cold dark day, and there was nothing roger could do. He was pinned against the fence by the neighborhood bully, Jacob Ruling while the others were breaking into poor Nowell's den. Then, something magical happened, Nowell decided to bite them with his bunny buck teeth. The earth shook, the walls of the courtyard crumbled. Meteors of rage fell from the sky.
Roger jerked back to the present when a passerby kicked his box. "Sorry, mate, didn't see you there" Roger responded, "It's fine mate."
Suddenly, Roger looked up. it was Nowell! The face he was dying to see for decades!
"Nowell! Is it really you old friend? I was beginning to think you'd never come. Almost felt as if some outside force was trying to ruin our story."
"Indeed, I felt a storm of words trying to interrupt our sacred reality," Nowell replied, look down upon the hermit radiating with surprise and joy.
"I would have returned to you years ago but I was caught up by my brother Warmears. How have you been mate?"
"Living in the biggest box I can get." responded Roger, smiling. Nowell nodded. "I can see that." The box wasn't too shabby as far as boxes go. It was clear that Roger had managed to keep it clean and tidy despite his hermit lifestyle. "Truly you live the high life."
Roger was tired of the small talk. He was ready to pick up where they left off. They had a mission to complete.
"My dear Roger," Nowell said, "do you remember what happened last time we met?"
"Remember? It's all I ever think about" replied Roger, "just sitting here, sitting and thinking, sitting and waiting. It's a wonder I haven't gone mad"
"Mad, why Roger, You are mad!" said Nowell. His face suddenly distorted, "Why, Roger, this is merely a dream!" The ground warped around him, and a large strobe lit the area as roger faded into a deep sleep.
[Image: ss_e65d6f262d26cea6d989cb288381b2f1661ab...1392317963]
Darkness.
Roger woke up gasping for air. The first face he saw was Nowell's. But his wasn't the only face now. Roger was now surrounded by bunnies. They seemed to be chanting something but Roger's mind was still fuzzy and he couldn't make out what they were saying. "Sorry Roger." Nowell tried to explain. "We had to use sedatives to extract you from your... um, home."
Roger then saw his box, being searched by hundreds of the bunnies.
Roger responded "get away from there! That's my private space!" Roger feeling even more confused looked at Nowell, his face twisted with horror.
"Nowell, what have you done?"

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29-04-2014, 08:51 PM (This post was last modified: 29-04-2014 08:59 PM by Alex_Leonardo.)
RE: The Story Thread
A hermit called Roger lived comfortably in the old cardboard box just a few feet away from the beach sidewalk. Everyday, he sat. He didn't beg, he didn't go on his knees for Jesus, he didn't prostitute himself, he just sat. You see Roger had a secret and there were things about him that most people will never know. No one suspected him to be mysterious because he seemed boring, but he was waiting for someone important.

A rabbit, he waited for. A rabbit. A childhood memory unfolded in his mind... It was a cold dark day, and there was nothing roger could do. He was pinned against the fence by the neighborhood bully, Jacob Ruling while the others were breaking into poor Nowell's den. Then, something magical happened, Nowell decided to bite them with his bunny buck teeth. The earth shook, the walls of the courtyard crumbled. Meteors of rage fell from the sky.
Roger jerked back to the present when a passerby kicked his box. "Sorry, mate, didn't see you there" Roger responded, "It's fine mate."
Suddenly, Roger looked up. it was Nowell! The face he was dying to see for decades!
"Nowell! Is it really you old friend? I was beginning to think you'd never come. Almost felt as if some outside force was trying to ruin our story."
"Indeed, I felt a storm of words trying to interrupt our sacred reality," Nowell replied, look down upon the hermit radiating with surprise and joy.
"I would have returned to you years ago but I was caught up by my brother Warmears. How have you been mate?"
"Living in the biggest box I can get." responded Roger, smiling. Nowell nodded. "I can see that." The box wasn't too shabby as far as boxes go. It was clear that Roger had managed to keep it clean and tidy despite his hermit lifestyle. "Truly you live the high life."
Roger was tired of the small talk. He was ready to pick up where they left off. They had a mission to complete.
"My dear Roger," Nowell said, "do you remember what happened last time we met?"
"Remember? It's all I ever think about" replied Roger, "just sitting here, sitting and thinking, sitting and waiting. It's a wonder I haven't gone mad"
"Mad, why Roger, You are mad!" said Nowell. His face suddenly distorted, "Why, Roger, this is merely a dream!" The ground warped around him, and a large strobe lit the area as roger faded into a deep sleep.
[Image: ss_e65d6f262d26cea6d989cb288381b2f1661ab...1392317963]
Darkness.
Roger woke up gasping for air. The first face he saw was Nowell's. But his wasn't the only face now. Roger was now surrounded by bunnies. They seemed to be chanting something but Roger's mind was still fuzzy and he couldn't make out what they were saying. "Sorry Roger." Nowell tried to explain. "We had to use sedatives to extract you from your... um, home."
Roger then saw his box, being searched by hundreds of the bunnies.
Roger responded "get away from there! That's my private space!" Roger feeling even more confused looked at Nowell, his face twisted with horror.
"Nowell, what have you done?"
"What do you mean, Roger? I safely extracted you from the location, so we can finish the mission!" Nowell retorted.
"Yeahbut-"
Suddenly, a large amount of pornos (Not really) national geographic magazines fell out of his box.

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29-04-2014, 09:01 PM
RE: The Story Thread
A hermit called Roger lived comfortably in the old cardboard box just a few feet away from the beach sidewalk. Everyday, he sat. He didn't beg, he didn't go on his knees for Jesus, he didn't prostitute himself, he just sat. You see Roger had a secret and there were things about him that most people will never know. No one suspected him to be mysterious because he seemed boring, but he was waiting for someone important.

A rabbit, he waited for. A rabbit. A childhood memory unfolded in his mind... It was a cold dark day, and there was nothing roger could do. He was pinned against the fence by the neighborhood bully, Jacob Ruling while the others were breaking into poor Nowell's den. Then, something magical happened, Nowell decided to bite them with his bunny buck teeth. The earth shook, the walls of the courtyard crumbled. Meteors of rage fell from the sky.
Roger jerked back to the present when a passerby kicked his box. "Sorry, mate, didn't see you there" Roger responded, "It's fine mate."
Suddenly, Roger looked up. it was Nowell! The face he was dying to see for decades!
"Nowell! Is it really you old friend? I was beginning to think you'd never come. Almost felt as if some outside force was trying to ruin our story."
"Indeed, I felt a storm of words trying to interrupt our sacred reality," Nowell replied, look down upon the hermit radiating with surprise and joy.
"I would have returned to you years ago but I was caught up by my brother Warmears. How have you been mate?"
"Living in the biggest box I can get." responded Roger, smiling. Nowell nodded. "I can see that." The box wasn't too shabby as far as boxes go. It was clear that Roger had managed to keep it clean and tidy despite his hermit lifestyle. "Truly you live the high life."
Roger was tired of the small talk. He was ready to pick up where they left off. They had a mission to complete.
"My dear Roger," Nowell said, "do you remember what happened last time we met?"
"Remember? It's all I ever think about" replied Roger, "just sitting here, sitting and thinking, sitting and waiting. It's a wonder I haven't gone mad"
"Mad, why Roger, You are mad!" said Nowell. His face suddenly distorted, "Why, Roger, this is merely a dream!" The ground warped around him, and a large strobe lit the area as roger faded into a deep sleep.
[Image: ss_e65d6f262d26cea6d989cb288381b2f1661ab...1392317963]
Darkness.
Roger woke up gasping for air. The first face he saw was Nowell's. But his wasn't the only face now. Roger was now surrounded by bunnies. They seemed to be chanting something but Roger's mind was still fuzzy and he couldn't make out what they were saying. "Sorry Roger." Nowell tried to explain. "We had to use sedatives to extract you from your... um, home."
Roger then saw his box, being searched by hundreds of the bunnies.
Roger responded "get away from there! That's my private space!" Roger feeling even more confused looked at Nowell, his face twisted with horror.
"Nowell, what have you done?"
"What do you mean, Roger? I safely extracted you from the location, so we can finish the mission!" Nowell retorted.
"Yeahbut-"
Suddenly, a large amount of pornos national geographic magazines fell out of his box and Roger nervously shouted "th those aren't mine. I was uh holding them for a friend"
Roger turned back to Nowell. "This is our mission Nowell, what the heck are all your bunny friends doing here? And why are you allowing them to touch my box? My box. I live it in for years. Sitting. Sitting and thinking. Sitting and waiting. Maybe I really have gone crazy"

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29-04-2014, 09:06 PM
RE: The Story Thread
A hermit called Roger lived comfortably in the old cardboard box just a few feet away from the beach sidewalk. Everyday, he sat. He didn't beg, he didn't go on his knees for Jesus, he didn't prostitute himself, he just sat. You see Roger had a secret and there were things about him that most people will never know. No one suspected him to be mysterious because he seemed boring, but he was waiting for someone important.

A rabbit, he waited for. A rabbit. A childhood memory unfolded in his mind... It was a cold dark day, and there was nothing roger could do. He was pinned against the fence by the neighborhood bully, Jacob Ruling while the others were breaking into poor Nowell's den. Then, something magical happened, Nowell decided to bite them with his bunny buck teeth. The earth shook, the walls of the courtyard crumbled. Meteors of rage fell from the sky.
Roger jerked back to the present when a passerby kicked his box. "Sorry, mate, didn't see you there" Roger responded, "It's fine mate."
Suddenly, Roger looked up. it was Nowell! The face he was dying to see for decades!
"Nowell! Is it really you old friend? I was beginning to think you'd never come. Almost felt as if some outside force was trying to ruin our story."
"Indeed, I felt a storm of words trying to interrupt our sacred reality," Nowell replied, look down upon the hermit radiating with surprise and joy.
"I would have returned to you years ago but I was caught up by my brother Warmears. How have you been mate?"
"Living in the biggest box I can get." responded Roger, smiling. Nowell nodded. "I can see that." The box wasn't too shabby as far as boxes go. It was clear that Roger had managed to keep it clean and tidy despite his hermit lifestyle. "Truly you live the high life."
Roger was tired of the small talk. He was ready to pick up where they left off. They had a mission to complete.
"My dear Roger," Nowell said, "do you remember what happened last time we met?"
"Remember? It's all I ever think about" replied Roger, "just sitting here, sitting and thinking, sitting and waiting. It's a wonder I haven't gone mad"
"Mad, why Roger, You are mad!" said Nowell. His face suddenly distorted, "Why, Roger, this is merely a dream!" The ground warped around him, and a large strobe lit the area as roger faded into a deep sleep.
[Image: ss_e65d6f262d26cea6d989cb288381b2f1661ab...1392317963]
Darkness.
Roger woke up gasping for air. The first face he saw was Nowell's. But his wasn't the only face now. Roger was now surrounded by bunnies. They seemed to be chanting something but Roger's mind was still fuzzy and he couldn't make out what they were saying. "Sorry Roger." Nowell tried to explain. "We had to use sedatives to extract you from your... um, home."
Roger then saw his box, being searched by hundreds of the bunnies.
Roger responded "get away from there! That's my private space!" Roger feeling even more confused looked at Nowell, his face twisted with horror.
"Nowell, what have you done?"
"What do you mean, Roger? I safely extracted you from the location, so we can finish the mission!" Nowell retorted.
"Yeahbut-"
Suddenly, a large amount of pornos national geographic magazines fell out of his box and Roger nervously shouted "th those aren't mine. I was uh holding them for a friend"
Roger turned back to Nowell. "This is our mission Nowell, what the heck are all your bunny friends doing here? And why are you allowing them to touch my box? My box. I lived it in for years. Sitting. Sitting and thinking. Sitting and waiting. Maybe I really have gone crazy"
"Relax, Roger. We all know anyone who has national geographic magazines only looks at the pictures and reads NONE of the articles about wildlife or Al Gore." The bunny said in a higher voice than Nowell's. Nowell patted the bunny as it ran back to read about the endangered "Lynx". Nowell smiled. "Anyways, we need to get going get in my (car/vehicle)

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29-04-2014, 09:15 PM
RE: The Story Thread
A hermit called Roger lived comfortably in the old cardboard box just a few feet away from the beach sidewalk. Everyday, he sat. He didn't beg, he didn't go on his knees for Jesus, he didn't prostitute himself, he just sat. You see Roger had a secret and there were things about him that most people will never know. No one suspected him to be mysterious because he seemed boring, but he was waiting for someone important.

A rabbit, he waited for. A rabbit. A childhood memory unfolded in his mind... It was a cold dark day, and there was nothing roger could do. He was pinned against the fence by the neighborhood bully, Jacob Ruling while the others were breaking into poor Nowell's den. Then, something magical happened, Nowell decided to bite them with his bunny buck teeth. The earth shook, the walls of the courtyard crumbled. Meteors of rage fell from the sky.
Roger jerked back to the present when a passerby kicked his box. "Sorry, mate, didn't see you there" Roger responded, "It's fine mate."
Suddenly, Roger looked up. it was Nowell! The face he was dying to see for decades!
"Nowell! Is it really you old friend? I was beginning to think you'd never come. Almost felt as if some outside force was trying to ruin our story."
"Indeed, I felt a storm of words trying to interrupt our sacred reality," Nowell replied, look down upon the hermit radiating with surprise and joy.
"I would have returned to you years ago but I was caught up by my brother Warmears. How have you been mate?"
"Living in the biggest box I can get." responded Roger, smiling. Nowell nodded. "I can see that." The box wasn't too shabby as far as boxes go. It was clear that Roger had managed to keep it clean and tidy despite his hermit lifestyle. "Truly you live the high life."
Roger was tired of the small talk. He was ready to pick up where they left off. They had a mission to complete.
"My dear Roger," Nowell said, "do you remember what happened last time we met?"
"Remember? It's all I ever think about" replied Roger, "just sitting here, sitting and thinking, sitting and waiting. It's a wonder I haven't gone mad"
"Mad, why Roger, You are mad!" said Nowell. His face suddenly distorted, "Why, Roger, this is merely a dream!" The ground warped around him, and a large strobe lit the area as roger faded into a deep sleep.
[Image: ss_e65d6f262d26cea6d989cb288381b2f1661ab...1392317963]
Darkness.
Roger woke up gasping for air. The first face he saw was Nowell's. But his wasn't the only face now. Roger was now surrounded by bunnies. They seemed to be chanting something but Roger's mind was still fuzzy and he couldn't make out what they were saying. "Sorry Roger." Nowell tried to explain. "We had to use sedatives to extract you from your... um, home."
Roger then saw his box, being searched by hundreds of the bunnies.
Roger responded "get away from there! That's my private space!" Roger feeling even more confused looked at Nowell, his face twisted with horror.
"Nowell, what have you done?"
"What do you mean, Roger? I safely extracted you from the location, so we can finish the mission!" Nowell retorted.
"Yeahbut-"
Suddenly, a large amount of pornos national geographic magazines fell out of his box and Roger nervously shouted "th those aren't mine. I was uh holding them for a friend"
Roger turned back to Nowell. "This is our mission Nowell, what the heck are all your bunny friends doing here? And why are you allowing them to touch my box? My box. I lived it in for years. Sitting. Sitting and thinking. Sitting and waiting. Maybe I really have gone crazy"
"Relax, Roger. We all know anyone who has national geographic magazines only looks at the pictures and reads NONE of the articles about wildlife or Al Gore." The bunny said in a higher voice than Nowell's. Nowell patted the bunny as it ran back to read about the endangered "Lynx". Nowell smiled. "Anyways, we need to get going get in my (car/vehicle)
There wasn't a moment's hesitation for Roger's response. "Lead the way!" Picking up his cardboard box, he followed the rabbit to the midnight black car and shoved his home into the back seat.

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30-04-2014, 08:15 AM
RE: The Story Thread
A hermit called Roger lived comfortably in the old cardboard box just a few feet away from the beach sidewalk. Everyday, he sat. He didn't beg, he didn't go on his knees for Jesus, he didn't prostitute himself, he just sat. You see Roger had a secret and there were things about him that most people will never know. No one suspected him to be mysterious because he seemed boring, but he was waiting for someone important.

A rabbit, he waited for. A rabbit. A childhood memory unfolded in his mind... It was a cold dark day, and there was nothing roger could do. He was pinned against the fence by the neighborhood bully, Jacob Ruling while the others were breaking into poor Nowell's den. Then, something magical happened, Nowell decided to bite them with his bunny buck teeth. The earth shook, the walls of the courtyard crumbled. Meteors of rage fell from the sky.
Roger jerked back to the present when a passerby kicked his box. "Sorry, mate, didn't see you there" Roger responded, "It's fine mate."
Suddenly, Roger looked up. it was Nowell! The face he was dying to see for decades!
"Nowell! Is it really you old friend? I was beginning to think you'd never come. Almost felt as if some outside force was trying to ruin our story."
"Indeed, I felt a storm of words trying to interrupt our sacred reality," Nowell replied, look down upon the hermit radiating with surprise and joy.
"I would have returned to you years ago but I was caught up by my brother Warmears. How have you been mate?"
"Living in the biggest box I can get." responded Roger, smiling. Nowell nodded. "I can see that." The box wasn't too shabby as far as boxes go. It was clear that Roger had managed to keep it clean and tidy despite his hermit lifestyle. "Truly you live the high life."
Roger was tired of the small talk. He was ready to pick up where they left off. They had a mission to complete.
"My dear Roger," Nowell said, "do you remember what happened last time we met?"
"Remember? It's all I ever think about" replied Roger, "just sitting here, sitting and thinking, sitting and waiting. It's a wonder I haven't gone mad"
"Mad, why Roger, You are mad!" said Nowell. His face suddenly distorted, "Why, Roger, this is merely a dream!" The ground warped around him, and a large strobe lit the area as roger faded into a deep sleep.
[Image: ss_e65d6f262d26cea6d989cb288381b2f1661ab...1392317963]
Darkness.
Roger woke up gasping for air. The first face he saw was Nowell's. But his wasn't the only face now. Roger was now surrounded by bunnies. They seemed to be chanting something but Roger's mind was still fuzzy and he couldn't make out what they were saying. "Sorry Roger." Nowell tried to explain. "We had to use sedatives to extract you from your... um, home."
Roger then saw his box, being searched by hundreds of the bunnies.
Roger responded "get away from there! That's my private space!" Roger feeling even more confused looked at Nowell, his face twisted with horror.
"Nowell, what have you done?"
"What do you mean, Roger? I safely extracted you from the location, so we can finish the mission!" Nowell retorted.
"Yeahbut-"
Suddenly, a large amount of pornos national geographic magazines fell out of his box and Roger nervously shouted "th those aren't mine. I was uh holding them for a friend"
Roger turned back to Nowell. "This is our mission Nowell, what the heck are all your bunny friends doing here? And why are you allowing them to touch my box? My box. I lived it in for years. Sitting. Sitting and thinking. Sitting and waiting. Maybe I really have gone crazy"
"Relax, Roger. We all know anyone who has national geographic magazines only looks at the pictures and reads NONE of the articles about wildlife or Al Gore." The bunny said in a higher voice than Nowell's. Nowell patted the bunny as it ran back to read about the endangered "Lynx". Nowell smiled. "Anyways, we need to get going get in my (car/vehicle)
There wasn't a moment's hesitation for Roger's response. "Lead the way!" Picking up his cardboard box, he followed the rabbit to the midnight black car and shoved his home into the back seat. They race down a tunnel and exit out into the midnight.

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30-04-2014, 12:15 PM
RE: The Story Thread
A hermit called Roger lived comfortably in the old cardboard box just a few feet away from the beach sidewalk. Everyday, he sat. He didn't beg, he didn't go on his knees for Jesus, he didn't prostitute himself, he just sat. You see Roger had a secret and there were things about him that most people will never know. No one suspected him to be mysterious because he seemed boring, but he was waiting for someone important.

A rabbit, he waited for. A rabbit. A childhood memory unfolded in his mind... It was a cold dark day, and there was nothing roger could do. He was pinned against the fence by the neighborhood bully, Jacob Ruling while the others were breaking into poor Nowell's den. Then, something magical happened, Nowell decided to bite them with his bunny buck teeth. The earth shook, the walls of the courtyard crumbled. Meteors of rage fell from the sky.
Roger jerked back to the present when a passerby kicked his box. "Sorry, mate, didn't see you there" Roger responded, "It's fine mate."
Suddenly, Roger looked up. it was Nowell! The face he was dying to see for decades!
"Nowell! Is it really you old friend? I was beginning to think you'd never come. Almost felt as if some outside force was trying to ruin our story."
"Indeed, I felt a storm of words trying to interrupt our sacred reality," Nowell replied, look down upon the hermit radiating with surprise and joy.
"I would have returned to you years ago but I was caught up by my brother Warmears. How have you been mate?"
"Living in the biggest box I can get." responded Roger, smiling. Nowell nodded. "I can see that." The box wasn't too shabby as far as boxes go. It was clear that Roger had managed to keep it clean and tidy despite his hermit lifestyle. "Truly you live the high life."
Roger was tired of the small talk. He was ready to pick up where they left off. They had a mission to complete.
"My dear Roger," Nowell said, "do you remember what happened last time we met?"
"Remember? It's all I ever think about" replied Roger, "just sitting here, sitting and thinking, sitting and waiting. It's a wonder I haven't gone mad"
"Mad, why Roger, You are mad!" said Nowell. His face suddenly distorted, "Why, Roger, this is merely a dream!" The ground warped around him, and a large strobe lit the area as roger faded into a deep sleep.
[Image: ss_e65d6f262d26cea6d989cb288381b2f1661ab...1392317963]
Darkness.
Roger woke up gasping for air. The first face he saw was Nowell's. But his wasn't the only face now. Roger was now surrounded by bunnies. They seemed to be chanting something but Roger's mind was still fuzzy and he couldn't make out what they were saying. "Sorry Roger." Nowell tried to explain. "We had to use sedatives to extract you from your... um, home."
Roger then saw his box, being searched by hundreds of the bunnies.
Roger responded "get away from there! That's my private space!" Roger feeling even more confused looked at Nowell, his face twisted with horror.
"Nowell, what have you done?"
"What do you mean, Roger? I safely extracted you from the location, so we can finish the mission!" Nowell retorted.
"Yeahbut-"
Suddenly, a large amount of pornos national geographic magazines fell out of his box and Roger nervously shouted "th those aren't mine. I was uh holding them for a friend"
Roger turned back to Nowell. "This is our mission Nowell, what the heck are all your bunny friends doing here? And why are you allowing them to touch my box? My box. I lived it in for years. Sitting. Sitting and thinking. Sitting and waiting. Maybe I really have gone crazy"
"Relax, Roger. We all know anyone who has national geographic magazines only looks at the pictures and reads NONE of the articles about wildlife or Al Gore." The bunny said in a higher voice than Nowell's. Nowell patted the bunny as it ran back to read about the endangered "Lynx". Nowell smiled. "Anyways, we need to get going get in my car.
There wasn't a moment's hesitation for Roger's response. "Lead the way!" Picking up his cardboard box, he followed the rabbit to the midnight black car and shoved his home into the back seat. They race down a tunnel and exit out into the midnight.
"I have been keeping tabs on Jacob Ruling all these years you know" Nowell spoke to Roger without looking up. "He has been

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30-04-2014, 12:18 PM
RE: The Story Thread
A hermit called Roger lived comfortably in the old cardboard box just a few feet away from the beach sidewalk. Everyday, he sat. He didn't beg, he didn't go on his knees for Jesus, he didn't prostitute himself, he just sat. You see Roger had a secret and there were things about him that most people will never know. No one suspected him to be mysterious because he seemed boring, but he was waiting for someone important.

A rabbit, he waited for. A rabbit. A childhood memory unfolded in his mind... It was a cold dark day, and there was nothing roger could do. He was pinned against the fence by the neighborhood bully, Jacob Ruling while the others were breaking into poor Nowell's den. Then, something magical happened, Nowell decided to bite them with his bunny buck teeth. The earth shook, the walls of the courtyard crumbled. Meteors of rage fell from the sky.
Roger jerked back to the present when a passerby kicked his box. "Sorry, mate, didn't see you there" Roger responded, "It's fine mate."
Suddenly, Roger looked up. it was Nowell! The face he was dying to see for decades!
"Nowell! Is it really you old friend? I was beginning to think you'd never come. Almost felt as if some outside force was trying to ruin our story."
"Indeed, I felt a storm of words trying to interrupt our sacred reality," Nowell replied, look down upon the hermit radiating with surprise and joy.
"I would have returned to you years ago but I was caught up by my brother Warmears. How have you been mate?"
"Living in the biggest box I can get." responded Roger, smiling. Nowell nodded. "I can see that." The box wasn't too shabby as far as boxes go. It was clear that Roger had managed to keep it clean and tidy despite his hermit lifestyle. "Truly you live the high life."
Roger was tired of the small talk. He was ready to pick up where they left off. They had a mission to complete.
"My dear Roger," Nowell said, "do you remember what happened last time we met?"
"Remember? It's all I ever think about" replied Roger, "just sitting here, sitting and thinking, sitting and waiting. It's a wonder I haven't gone mad"
"Mad, why Roger, You are mad!" said Nowell. His face suddenly distorted, "Why, Roger, this is merely a dream!" The ground warped around him, and a large strobe lit the area as roger faded into a deep sleep.
[Image: ss_e65d6f262d26cea6d989cb288381b2f1661ab...1392317963]
Darkness.
Roger woke up gasping for air. The first face he saw was Nowell's. But his wasn't the only face now. Roger was now surrounded by bunnies. They seemed to be chanting something but Roger's mind was still fuzzy and he couldn't make out what they were saying. "Sorry Roger." Nowell tried to explain. "We had to use sedatives to extract you from your... um, home."
Roger then saw his box, being searched by hundreds of the bunnies.
Roger responded "get away from there! That's my private space!" Roger feeling even more confused looked at Nowell, his face twisted with horror.
"Nowell, what have you done?"
"What do you mean, Roger? I safely extracted you from the location, so we can finish the mission!" Nowell retorted.
"Yeahbut-"
Suddenly, a large amount of pornos national geographic magazines fell out of his box and Roger nervously shouted "th those aren't mine. I was uh holding them for a friend"
Roger turned back to Nowell. "This is our mission Nowell, what the heck are all your bunny friends doing here? And why are you allowing them to touch my box? My box. I lived it in for years. Sitting. Sitting and thinking. Sitting and waiting. Maybe I really have gone crazy"
"Relax, Roger. We all know anyone who has national geographic magazines only looks at the pictures and reads NONE of the articles about wildlife or Al Gore." The bunny said in a higher voice than Nowell's. Nowell patted the bunny as it ran back to read about the endangered "Lynx". Nowell smiled. "Anyways, we need to get going get in my car.
There wasn't a moment's hesitation for Roger's response. "Lead the way!" Picking up his cardboard box, he followed the rabbit to the midnight black car and shoved his home into the back seat. They race down a tunnel and exit out into the midnight.
"I have been keeping tabs on Jacob Ruling all these years you know" Nowell spoke to Roger without looking up. "He has been... Not very active lately."
"What?" Roger exclaimed.
"He got in a car crash ten years ago in 2014. He's been in a coma for a long time."
"Really?" Roger exclaimed again. "Does he still have the phoenix emerald?"

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30-04-2014, 02:21 PM
RE: The Story Thread
A hermit called Roger lived comfortably in the old cardboard box just a few feet away from the beach sidewalk. Everyday, he sat. He didn't beg, he didn't go on his knees for Jesus, he didn't prostitute himself, he just sat. You see Roger had a secret and there were things about him that most people will never know. No one suspected him to be mysterious because he seemed boring, but he was waiting for someone important.

A rabbit, he waited for. A rabbit. A childhood memory unfolded in his mind... It was a cold dark day, and there was nothing roger could do. He was pinned against the fence by the neighborhood bully, Jacob Ruling while the others were breaking into poor Nowell's den. Then, something magical happened, Nowell decided to bite them with his bunny buck teeth. The earth shook, the walls of the courtyard crumbled. Meteors of rage fell from the sky.
Roger jerked back to the present when a passerby kicked his box. "Sorry, mate, didn't see you there" Roger responded, "It's fine mate."
Suddenly, Roger looked up. it was Nowell! The face he was dying to see for decades!
"Nowell! Is it really you old friend? I was beginning to think you'd never come. Almost felt as if some outside force was trying to ruin our story."
"Indeed, I felt a storm of words trying to interrupt our sacred reality," Nowell replied, look down upon the hermit radiating with surprise and joy.
"I would have returned to you years ago but I was caught up by my brother Warmears. How have you been mate?"
"Living in the biggest box I can get." responded Roger, smiling. Nowell nodded. "I can see that." The box wasn't too shabby as far as boxes go. It was clear that Roger had managed to keep it clean and tidy despite his hermit lifestyle. "Truly you live the high life."
Roger was tired of the small talk. He was ready to pick up where they left off. They had a mission to complete.
"My dear Roger," Nowell said, "do you remember what happened last time we met?"
"Remember? It's all I ever think about" replied Roger, "just sitting here, sitting and thinking, sitting and waiting. It's a wonder I haven't gone mad"
"Mad, why Roger, You are mad!" said Nowell. His face suddenly distorted, "Why, Roger, this is merely a dream!" The ground warped around him, and a large strobe lit the area as roger faded into a deep sleep.
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Darkness.
Roger woke up gasping for air. The first face he saw was Nowell's. But his wasn't the only face now. Roger was now surrounded by bunnies. They seemed to be chanting something but Roger's mind was still fuzzy and he couldn't make out what they were saying. "Sorry Roger." Nowell tried to explain. "We had to use sedatives to extract you from your... um, home."
Roger then saw his box, being searched by hundreds of the bunnies.
Roger responded "get away from there! That's my private space!" Roger feeling even more confused looked at Nowell, his face twisted with horror.
"Nowell, what have you done?"
"What do you mean, Roger? I safely extracted you from the location, so we can finish the mission!" Nowell retorted.
"Yeahbut-"
Suddenly, a large amount of pornos national geographic magazines fell out of his box and Roger nervously shouted "th those aren't mine. I was uh holding them for a friend"
Roger turned back to Nowell. "This is our mission Nowell, what the heck are all your bunny friends doing here? And why are you allowing them to touch my box? My box. I lived it in for years. Sitting. Sitting and thinking. Sitting and waiting. Maybe I really have gone crazy"
"Relax, Roger. We all know anyone who has national geographic magazines only looks at the pictures and reads NONE of the articles about wildlife or Al Gore." The bunny said in a higher voice than Nowell's. Nowell patted the bunny as it ran back to read about the endangered "Lynx". Nowell smiled. "Anyways, we need to get going get in my car.
There wasn't a moment's hesitation for Roger's response. "Lead the way!" Picking up his cardboard box, he followed the rabbit to the midnight black car and shoved his home into the back seat. They race down a tunnel and exit out into the midnight.
"I have been keeping tabs on Jacob Ruling all these years you know" Nowell spoke to Roger without looking up. "He has been... Not very active lately."
"What?" Roger exclaimed.
"He got in a car crash ten years ago in 2014. He's been in a coma for a long time."
"Really?" Roger exclaimed again. "Does he still have the phoenix emerald?"
"Well," said Nowell, turning down a unpaved road, "let's just say we're about to pay Jacob a little visit."

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01-05-2014, 01:41 PM
RE: The Story Thread
A hermit called Roger lived comfortably in the old cardboard box just a few feet away from the beach sidewalk. Everyday, he sat. He didn't beg, he didn't go on his knees for Jesus, he didn't prostitute himself, he just sat. You see Roger had a secret and there were things about him that most people will never know. No one suspected him to be mysterious because he seemed boring, but he was waiting for someone important.

A rabbit, he waited for. A rabbit. A childhood memory unfolded in his mind... It was a cold dark day, and there was nothing roger could do. He was pinned against the fence by the neighborhood bully, Jacob Ruling while the others were breaking into poor Nowell's den. Then, something magical happened, Nowell decided to bite them with his bunny buck teeth. The earth shook, the walls of the courtyard crumbled. Meteors of rage fell from the sky.
Roger jerked back to the present when a passerby kicked his box. "Sorry, mate, didn't see you there" Roger responded, "It's fine mate."
Suddenly, Roger looked up. it was Nowell! The face he was dying to see for decades!
"Nowell! Is it really you old friend? I was beginning to think you'd never come. Almost felt as if some outside force was trying to ruin our story."
"Indeed, I felt a storm of words trying to interrupt our sacred reality," Nowell replied, look down upon the hermit radiating with surprise and joy.
"I would have returned to you years ago but I was caught up by my brother Warmears. How have you been mate?"
"Living in the biggest box I can get." responded Roger, smiling. Nowell nodded. "I can see that." The box wasn't too shabby as far as boxes go. It was clear that Roger had managed to keep it clean and tidy despite his hermit lifestyle. "Truly you live the high life."
Roger was tired of the small talk. He was ready to pick up where they left off. They had a mission to complete.
"My dear Roger," Nowell said, "do you remember what happened last time we met?"
"Remember? It's all I ever think about" replied Roger, "just sitting here, sitting and thinking, sitting and waiting. It's a wonder I haven't gone mad"
"Mad, why Roger, You are mad!" said Nowell. His face suddenly distorted, "Why, Roger, this is merely a dream!" The ground warped around him, and a large strobe lit the area as roger faded into a deep sleep.
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Darkness.
Roger woke up gasping for air. The first face he saw was Nowell's. But his wasn't the only face now. Roger was now surrounded by bunnies. They seemed to be chanting something but Roger's mind was still fuzzy and he couldn't make out what they were saying. "Sorry Roger." Nowell tried to explain. "We had to use sedatives to extract you from your... um, home."
Roger then saw his box, being searched by hundreds of the bunnies.
Roger responded "get away from there! That's my private space!" Roger feeling even more confused looked at Nowell, his face twisted with horror.
"Nowell, what have you done?"
"What do you mean, Roger? I safely extracted you from the location, so we can finish the mission!" Nowell retorted.
"Yeahbut-"
Suddenly, a large amount of pornos national geographic magazines fell out of his box and Roger nervously shouted "th those aren't mine. I was uh holding them for a friend"
Roger turned back to Nowell. "This is our mission Nowell, what the heck are all your bunny friends doing here? And why are you allowing them to touch my box? My box. I lived it in for years. Sitting. Sitting and thinking. Sitting and waiting. Maybe I really have gone crazy"
"Relax, Roger. We all know anyone who has national geographic magazines only looks at the pictures and reads NONE of the articles about wildlife or Al Gore." The bunny said in a higher voice than Nowell's. Nowell patted the bunny as it ran back to read about the endangered "Lynx". Nowell smiled. "Anyways, we need to get going get in my car.
There wasn't a moment's hesitation for Roger's response. "Lead the way!" Picking up his cardboard box, he followed the rabbit to the midnight black car and shoved his home into the back seat. They race down a tunnel and exit out into the midnight.
"I have been keeping tabs on Jacob Ruling all these years you know" Nowell spoke to Roger without looking up. "He has been... Not very active lately."
"What?" Roger exclaimed.
"He got in a car crash ten years ago in 2014. He's been in a coma for a long time."
"Really?" Roger exclaimed again. "Does he still have the phoenix emerald?"
"Well," said Nowell, turning down a unpaved road, "let's just say we're about to pay Jacob a little visit."

The operating room was bleak and white. The lights shown darkly as Jacob lay in the hospital bed.

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