I had a request to start a blog where you could weigh in on thoughts about a movie based on The Merchant of Death and to discuss casting. This isn’t to say that a movie is imminent. It isn’t. But I’m working with some folks to develop one now, so you never know. (Just don’t hold your breath!)
So, here’s the blog. Have fun.
Courtney Chetwynde says:
sorry but no john hutchereson. he is wasy to old already to play bobby. bobby is 14 and john is 22 i think. im a huge fan of his but sorry he can not play bobby.
Courtney Chetwynde says:
got bored and thought of this random script….. just wondering if you have any thoughts.
The scene takes place in a middle school hallway. Its crowded and serena is trying to walk down the hallway. James and his friends are at his locker.
Serena
walks down the hallway
Extras 1, 2, 3:
(shout) idiot, bitch, loser, blond…. Etc.
Extra4:
pushes her against a locker Serena drops her books and kneels
down to pick them up.
The scene shifts to james and his friends.
James
Hey do you guys know who that girl is? (turns to Watch her as someone throws a cup of water in her face)
Kevin
No, shes just some loser, apparently her names Serena or something.
James
(not really listening) people are really mean to her.
Well ya, she’s a loser so that’s what we do to them.
James
(turns back to his friends)
Can you stop calling her that
Kevin
Why? Its true.
James
How do you know that?
Nick
Well we just….
Kevin
(Interrupts Nick)
Uh we got to go. Catch you later man, lunch probably.
GOCLORAL says:
@ Tribbon and Ribbon
I got them all from myminipet.com/FlossyWossy If you wanna visit me at myminipet.com, put this in the search engine: myminipet.com/GOCLORAL234
GOCLORAL says:
@ Courtney Chetwynde
Nice start, the poor girl. 🙁
@ Anyone who payed attention to my comment about hockey
They did get into another fight! The game was over, and a San Juan Shark was mad that they lost, so he went up and hit someone, then the Blues got mad and hit back, by the end of the fight, every helmet was off and everyone was fighting!!!
Courtney Chetwynde says:
@GOCLORAL
Thanks the entire story is gonna be based on Songs that have the message: dont listen to other people/this is the way you are so be happy.
Weird_Pirate says:
@courtney Chetwynde
you could go further with it though
It was good. Some small fixes but enjoyable
Nasty Wogglies says:
If there is a movie, no doubt about it, Saint Dane would be played by Bill Nighy. (If you don’t know who he is, look up Bill Nighy, Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy on Google Images for a good understanding of why I want him to play SD.)
Weird_Pirate says:
@Nasty Wogglies
True He can look the part. Also he has played some movie villians, but i do not think he will be the best Saint Dane. I say this because he seems, to me a bit too old. Sure he could act the part, but what if he is needed for all the books. I am not completely sure on the choose of him.
Andrew Moorehead says:
Terrific idea. I could totes be an extra.
Flume of Doom says:
Any of you read “Ender’s Game”, or “Ender’s Shadow”?
I just finished Ender’s Shadow and they are both pretty epic.
I wonder if there is a movie of Ender’s Game…
Robert Pendragon says:
I got a car now I will show you it in a picture I will upload to a random photo sharing place I will sent you a direct photo link. if it does not show up when I post it now http://img20.imageshack.us/img20/205/pict0031h.jpg
Robert Pendragon says:
send*
Robert Pendragon says:
Also NEW PAGE.
Weird_Pirate says:
new it is!!
EelongCatfolk says:
And we’re already almost to 7000 comments!!! Wasn’t it just a couple of months ago that we hit 6000? My sense of time is shot, the days just seem to blend together and fly by while still seeming to last forever >-< Me thinks Dialga is showing me he has a cruel sense of humor.
"They say a person only has five senses, but I have more. A sense of balance, a sense of humor, a sense of time, a sense of right and wrong, common sense, and 95 more cents in my pocket." A friend of mine once said that when I told him I have hyper-sensitive senses.
Robert Pendragon says:
Did you see my car?
Robert Pendragon says:
If not here it is. http://img20.imageshack.us/img20/205/pict0031h.jpg
Courtney Chetwynde says:
@rovert Pendragon
Cool car!!
Omg i go to DC in 10 days yay!! Im going for a national science competition. Me and four guys…… Haha im te only girl thisshould be fun! 😀 🙂
Ghee Spree says:
dj machale is finally seeing how many fans the pendragon books have! thank you for making me love reading and I’m sure no matter how bad the movies are that i will like them
AlleyKat says:
A movie would be amazing! I’d watch it even if it ended up twisted and wrong.XP
Robert Pendragon says:
I wouldn’t watch it more than once if they ruin it.
Zadaa Ghee says:
If it gets completely killed by whoever makes it, if they screw stuff up so badly they can’t make a second one, or if they have ANYONE from the cast of High School Musical, I’m gonna cry. They already screwed up 3 of my favoite stories, I will be very sad if they mess up Pendragon, too. Of course I’ll still watch it at least three times, once to watch it and see if its terrible, once to hold my mouth open in shock, and once to make complete fun of every bit they got wrong, but lets hope that doesn’t happen!! I really hope it’ll be awesome and I’ll get all psyched about it and go watch it at midnight, and see it WAY more then three times.
Robert Pendragon says:
Does anyone here play roblox?
Flume of Doom says:
Somethymes.
Robert Pendragon says:
Am I one of the “Morpheus Travelers”?
Robert Pendragon says:
@EelongCatfolk
It is because the Doctor was here a few pages ago whenever he enters this time line it messes with the flow of the universe that is why I keep telling him he can’t be in this timeline.
waaaaiting........... says:
…….. alright, I’ve had it…… IS THERE GOING TO BE A MOVIE OR NOT????? i’VE BEEN CHECKING THIS BLOG SO FREAKING MUCH….. EVER SINCE D.J. FIRST POSTED IT!!!! i’VE BEEN GOING AT THIS TO LONG…
I honestly think there ISN’T going to be a movie UNLESS we Give the FREAKIN MESSAGE to Mr. Machale that we REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY WANT a Pendragon movie series!!!!!……….
I hope Mr. Machale won’t let us down…. oh well.. :/
waaaaiting........... says:
nuff” said…..
Weird_Pirate says:
@waaaaiting………..
Hopefully it will. Like i said Ive been storyboarding and well i finally had enought to email Mr. MecHale. Hopefully i can arrange a meeting with him.
To those who know how serious i’ve been. I am roughly half way into the board, andnear the part of osa death and into mines to rescue Press^^ soon to be done by at most the end of the month. I say month because i over did myself this weekend and the toll of so much work has hurt me. Thank you for the support!!
GOCLORAL says:
@ waaaaiting………..
Not to sound mean, but DON’T YOU THINK WE’VE BEEN TRYING!?!?!?!? I’m sure he’s really busy working on it right now.
@ Zadaa Ghee
I’d do that too! It should be fun, but I’m hoping that I won’t have to do that. If they don’t mess it up, I’ll watch it way many more times than that!
@ Courtney Chetwynde
Hahaha. Good luck, at the competition with the boys!
GOCLORAL says:
@ EelongCatfolk
Lol. If you have five more cents, you have a dollar!! I think I have five cents in my wallet!
@ Robert Pendragon
I’m pretty sure everyone on here is a Morpheus Traveler. Nice car, what kind is it?
Gunney says:
Oh PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEPLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MAKE PENDRAGON THE MOVIE!!!! I WOULD SO GO AND I KNOW AT LEAST 4 OTHER PEOPLE WHO WOULD GLADLY GO WITH ME!!! PLEASE! I WOULD BE MORE UPSET IF NO MOVIE COMES FROM THESE EPIC BOOKS THAN IF THE MOVIE STINKS!😠PLEASE MAKE A MOVIE!!!!!
Robert Pendragon says:
A comaro
Batu Warrior says:
Umm… not trying to be mean, but us begging isn’t going to make a movie guys. We’ll have to be patient. A movie takes a long time, and for all we know, they might already be starting on a movie…. Please stop begging D.J, I bet he’s trying…..
Robert Pendragon says:
The first emperor of china would currently be 2271 years old.
Weird_Pirate says:
Does anyone believe in a movie?
EelongCatfolk says:
@Robert Pendragon
True. I suppose that could explain it for the last few days, but what about for the past four year?
@Weird_Pirate
I do.
@Anyone who has played/finished Kid Icarus: Uprising:
Okay, so I’m working on my Final project in Latin class and I need to find 10 examples of Latin/Greek being used in the world today, all fitting into the same theme (we get to pick, and I chose Examples found in Kid Icarus: Uprising because I spotted many as I was playing.) Anyway, I need some help finding a better connection between the Zodiac Weapons/Powers and their respective Zodiac signs besides just the names and shapes. I have some for the Sagittarius Bow and the Aries Armor, but I can’t find any more for the others. I’d be really appreciative if anyone could help me out.
Flume of Doom says:
@ Eelong Catfolk
I have never played any Kid Icarus, but I am studying Latin.
Instead of playing i spy or rock paper scissors on road trips, I look for road killed animals and say their Latin names. HA HA HA it’s a Didelphis marsupialis virginianus!
Quig Pig says:
Yeah, we were playing that game in a bad part of New York, and I actually had the opportunity to say “Hey look! It’s a Homo sapiens!”
GOCLORAL says:
Have any of you guys seen The Boy in the Striped Pajamas? It’s such a sad movie!!
Flume of Doom says:
The kid in the concentration camp?
Yeah, I was laughing all the way through.
Quig Pig says:
Have to apologize for my evil twin…
He just escaped from an insane asylum and his sense of irony got mixed up…
Robert Pendragon says:
@Quig Pig
Give the evil twin my regard he is perfectly insane in every way, but he needs to work on his crazy outbursts they need to be worse the he will deserve to claim the title of KING OF THE INSANE from yours truly!!!!!
Batu Warrior says:
@ GOCLORAL
I did a long time ago… Even though I hardly understood it, it was still pretty sad.
Flume of Doom says:
Wow… a whole day without comments.
Maybe a chapter from the book I’m working on will cheer things up.
The Teddy Bear Games
Chapter 2
“Governor Wood,”
I had laid in silence for probably four and a half hours before the diabolical transmitter went off. I have heard that Mozart slept only four hours a night, and was still as sharp as a buzz saw, but I wasn’t Mozart.
“Governor Woooood!?”
Dang transmitter. “Wake up you sly dog!”
All right, take out the dang and replace it with the thing beavers make! I reached for the power cord that led to the transmitter, but not having a seven foot long arm, I couldn’t get it.
“Don’t think you can fool me you lazy bum!” Saith the voice, “This here is an very important message!”
This last little fact induced me to pull off my Psycho Ward blanket, and utter a continuous stream of gibberish which probably, to the average bystander, would sound quite a bit like: “Fingerfungusfightingfingersfingerfungusfightingfingers…”
I crawled out of my bed.
I walked over to the transmitter console, a blasted jumble of transistors and wires, which was setting on a shmall table beside my pipe organ, and picked up the handset.
“It better be a important message!”
Saith I in a grunt like a wild boar, “Cause if it’s just a dumb trick or someone trying to sell me Powdered Milk Biscuits again…” I reached over to the organ keyboard and played the “Da-da-da-DUM!” from Beethoven’s Fifth to make sure the dumb butler got my point.
And cause People these days are pretty thick, I said…
“And I mean it!”
After an audible gulp, which I took to mean that the butler was thinking about me throwing my last butler in a jet engine, I heard him say, “I-i-it’s important, all right, boss! Someone’s here to see you…And he don’t look like the Biscuit Man.”
I gave an audible sigh, which I expected him to take to mean that I don’t like being woke up at three in the morning. And that I might be thinking about taking him out on a little trip to the Air Port if our guest ended up being the Biscuit man after all. Then, I said, “Keep the gate locked and tell the nut to come back at 11:00…and I mean when the little hand on the clock is one big tick from the top, and the big hand is at the top. Then we can blab about whatever he wants to blab about. And if he just so happens to want to blab about the benefits of having your own pair of Clint Eastwood Steel Toed Socks, or asking me why I don’t have a custom Water Buffalo yet…”
The butler gulped again.
“Well tell him already!” I added.
I slammed the handset hard down on the table. This butler was not so bright. Well, either that or he really wanted to see what the new Boing 423 Turbojet engine looks like… ON THE INSIDE WHILE IT’S RUNNING!
I got back in my bed and read some Insane Asylum uncensored magazines for a while before I pulled the huge red lever that turns of the lamp on my dresser.
While I was trying to get back to sleep, I looked over at Trevor’s cage, to see that she was awake too.
Poor toad probably was thinking about all the good things that would happen if the butler fell down a radioactive mine shaft.
“AAAEEEOOO!”
That included.
But wait a minute! That wasn’t me just imagining an exeptionally realistic Wilhelm Scream…It was coming from the transmitter.
Amid the radio static, I heard, “UH!” “What the – HELP!” “Wa-POW!” “HUOOOAAW, MY SPLEEN!”
“WHO the beep are Y – AAAEEEOOO!”
I recognized the voices of my high security bodyguard team. This could only mean one thing!
The Aliens had finally arrived from outer space to get me!
I did a triple flip out of bed, grabbed my belt of throwing knives, a chainsaw, and a nearby bottle of nitroglycerin, and rushed out my bedroom door.
I charged dramatically through the darkened halls of Fort Wood. An alien popped up out of nowhere! I swung the chainsaw. “Buuuuzzzzzzzzzzz!”
Oh…it was just a lamp. Mama Mia…
I kept running, trying to get to the entryway where all the action was.
I wondered how many of them there were; aliens, I mean. Twenty? Thirty? Two hundred and seventy-seven?
Must have been at least a dozen to have put the Whack on my elite guards. I mean, come on! I paid about seven thousand Wupiwupi for those!
I was getting close now…The foray was right around the corner. I psyched my self up for the battle. I psyched my self up a little more, wondering if the aliens were the parasitic worm kinds or the big-headed, big-eyed grey ones. (Anything but those…) I psyched my chainsaw up so it wouldn’t show any hesitation in the speedy disassemblies that I would be making.
I looked down the hallway. Then I saw the shadow. It stretched out across the floor in front of me. Not the grey ones with the big heads, thank goodness…It seemed like they were going to be the ugly hairy ape like ones by the look of things. From the placement of the shadow, I could tell that the alien was right around the corner.
I had to do what I had to do.
“Austa la vista, you filthy monkey…” I muttered, and then jumped out around the corner, swinging the chainsaw in a mighty arc.
“BUUUUUUZZZZZZZ!”
It was a clean cut. And, believe it or not, it felt exactly like cutting down a big wooden monkey!
There was a heavy “Thud!” on the floor as the head of my Abraham Lincoln statue was seperated from its body.
“What in the Name of the Law!?”
I swore profusely, and then looked around the room. Tied up unconscious in a nice neat little pile, were all thirteen of my fourteen elite guards, plus my stinkin butler. Beside the pile were a few empty rolls of Duct Tape.
But no sign of aliens or anyone else.
I sat the chainsaw down by my decapitated statue, and then started walking toward the pile of useless dweebs. “Hello, is there a fugitive or spy or something in here? Hello?” I asked. “Not exactly.” came a voice from behind the pile.
I flipped out two of my throwing knives, and twirled them in my hands at the voice of the interloper. “What might there be, then?” I asked.
A man stepped out from behind the pile of twitching guards. He was an African American, with a bald head and an eyepatch covering a classic scar across his eye. He looked like he’d just been thrown in a pen of angry gorillas and then taken out after half an hour in there and then thrown in a turbine for a while, and then just before he got turned into man jelly to get sent to a remote cannibal village in New York, they took him out and threw him in a lake full of piranhas and alligators and giant squids too!
“Someone who really needs your help, Governor Wood.” He saith.
“Heeeey,” I asked, “Aren’t you the guy who played Mace Windu?”
“I might be, I might not be…” Saith he, “But what does that matter?”
I gave a casual shrug. “Doesn’t really,” I said, “Besides, if you are, I’ll see it on the news tomorrow, under the words ‘The guy who played Mace Windu just got put in jail today for breaking into Governor Wood’s stronghold and knocking out all his guards!'” “Ah,” he saith, “But that’s not entirely accurate, I’m sure.”
“What are you insinuating?” I asked.
“I didn’t knock them all out.” He replied.
I gestured to the pile of bodies. One gave an enthusiastic “Uuhhhhh…” sound just to top it off.
“Well they don’t look like they’re not all knocked out!” I grumbled.
“Take a look at that guy over there,” he said, pointing at one who was laying on the floor with his eyes wide open and his toung sticking out, “He ain’t even breathing, he’s dead!”
I snorted like a wild boar, which I guess I was pretty good at cause he looked like he’d just seen a real wild boar, and then gave him the Death Stare.
“Give me one good reason why you shouldn’t be going to jail as a piece of beef jerky than as a human bean!” I said.
“The guy was a guard! Getting ruthlessly murdered was an occupational hazard!” Saith the guy.
“Yeah?” I said, “Well, you broke into my house, killed my guard, made me mess up a two hundred year old statue, and used up my whole twenty three rolls of duct tape! I was saving those! I’m thinking you should be looking over your own marginally long list of…of…occupational hazards right now!”
I twirled a knife in one hand, and the bottle of nitroglycerin in the other. The guy looked back and forth, with a hint of misgiving on his face.
“Please…Don’t kill me! I’m here for a reason!”
Saith the guy.
“I figgured that much, buster brown.”
I muttered, “But go ahead. If you say something I haven’t heard before, I might let you off the hook. Now, dog, Shpeak!”
The guy took a deep breath, and then said: “I came to ask you, Governor Wood, to save the planet Earth from imminent doom. If you woul-”
“Wait a minute wait a minute WAIT A MINUTE!” I said. “But!” saith the poor chap. “SHUT YER MOUTH OR I’LL BLOW THAT UGLY RIGHT OFF YER FACE!” I shouted! “Never mind, you’re back on the hook…geez people today sure are dumb! You ask them to come up with something original and they say the same old thing about save the world! You think I’m gonna let you go free for something you saw on TV? Well, do ya, punk?! Laff laff laff laff laff!”
I laffed to my Lack of Heart’s content, and then laffed some more, and then laffed even more! And when I thought I’d laffed enough, that’s when I started to chuckle! All the while, our mutual Not Too Original dweeb was just standing there, thinking “could have had a V8!”
“But It’s TRUE!” pleaded the guy, “I-I wouldn’t just break in to your fortress of Solitude for n-nothing, you know…”
“Fascinating.” Saith I. “But I already have my week planned out: Throwing my butler in a jet engine, throwing you in a jet engine, buying some more duct tape, watching the destruction of Earth on my big screen TV and counting the cool sound effects people do! Maybe throw a party with just MY SELF invited…OH YEAH!”
“I could make it worth your while.” Added the guy.
“No you couldn’t.” I said drily.
“Yeah I could!” Said the punk, “I’m authorized to pay whatever outrageous amount of money you might ask for! Price is not an issue… Just think of a number from one to ten and add twenty or thirty zeros and a dollar sign and BOOM, it’s yours!”
“Must be pretty desperate, eh?” I asked.
He nodded vigorously.
“Well that’s just TOO BAD!” I saith, “Cause yo’ filthy cocaine-coated dollar bills ain’t worth nothin’ here in My town! DOG!”
“Well what DO you want then? They say every man’s got his price! Gold? Valuable Artifacts? Real Estate? Girls? A pass key into Area 51? …..THE ENTIRE WORLD!??”
This dog was about to despair.
“Why are you so desperate to have me do it instead of someone else?” I asked, “I’m not even FROM earth. Surely someone there is willing to do it! Offer them any one thing off that there list and it’s almost a guarantee!”
The guy paused a moment, and then he iterated explanatorily, “You’re the only one with all the necessary credentials… An innovative (cough eccentric cough) mind, skills with weapons other than guns, and most importantly, a ship that can make the necessary trips in less than a week…”
It was starting to not fall together.
“Trips?” I asked, “Weapons?! I thought you were talking about saving Earth from a solar flare…”
“We are.” He added.
I noted the fact that he had used a we instead of I. Probably his feeble attempt at mind control.
“Well what could long range spaceships and weapons possibly have to do with that!? You must be mad! Weapons and ships will do absolutely nothing to stop that radiation!” I growled.
“I know,” he said, “The only way TO stop the radiation from reaching Earth’s surface is-”
“Let me guess,” I interpolated, “A ray shield powered by the neutron core in my ship, which is activated by me throwing a knife into a special switch to turn it on?”
“Not exactly,” he said, “But close. What we need is a giant magnetic field, to put in space in the path of the radiation. Problem is, we don’t have a rocket strong enough to carry a ten million ton electromagnet and it’s generator into shpace. Not by a long shot.”
“Ah,” I said, “So you want me to design a lighter magnet, with enough power to derlect the Solar Wind? I’d have thought you would have consulted your friendly neighborhood mad scientist about something like that. I can’t design that! Not in a week!”
“You don’t have to design it,” said the guy, “Our satellites have already located such an object…a lump of metal that is actually an entirely new element.”
I thought about this a moment, then said, “So you want me to fly out into space and hunt down this new element or something? I don’t have the equipment for that; and even if I did, small chance I’d do it. Lost in space is not exactly how I plan to spend my retirement, if you know what I mean. Too many aliens.”
“You won’t have to go very far,” he said, “It’s on an inhabited planet.”
“How did I know aliens were going to get involved in this somehow?” I mused. The punk continued, “Not to worry, governor, they’re really quite civilized. We have discovered that they are holding this metal as a trophy which they plan to give away in a series of gladiatorial games they’re holding this week.”
“So you want me to steal it and bring it back to you before the world ends?”
Saith I. And here comes the part where he says it’s not that simple…
“It’s not that simple.” Saith he.
“Just as I predicted…” I muttered.
This was starting to lean toward something which involved getting beat up by aliens, and that didn’t sound too fun to me. “Now, I’m sure glad you don’t have anything against getting beat up by aliens, cause you’re gonna go fight some.” Saith he.
“Why would I want to do this again?” I asked. I noticed that the punk was ONCE AGAIN trying to foil me with his smooth talk…IMPLICATING that I had somehow been going along with his weird little idea all along. “Because,” he replied, “The natives on Planet Hit are-” “Wait a minute…planet WHAT?” “Planet Hit.”
“What kind of name is that?” I asked.
“It’s cause they kinda like to hit stuff.” He said. “Yeah, well kinda liking to hit stuff, and liking to hit stuff so much you name your whole stinkin planet after it is two different things! Are they a society of bloodthirsty cavemen or something?” I asked. “Bloodthirsty, yes. Cave, maybe. Men…No, more like psychotic ducks with a minor case of Rabies, but that doesn’t matter anyway. Why you can’t just go in there and blast the place to a pulp, is that the aliens are possibly the most technologically advaced beings in the universe. If they think you’re gonna be crackin wise and take thier metal, they will just put an impregnable shield around it and feed you to the…uh…what I mean is, you would stand a much better chance if you just win their little games and get the trophy that way.”
“And what’s in it for me?” I just had to ask.
“I knew you’d ask that.” he grumbled.
“Well you could hardly expect that I’d put my but on the line for nothing…” I grumbled in an even more intimidating way.
“I have this.” he growled, reluctantly holding out a intricate device.
“What’s it do?” Muttered I.
“Stuff that’s cool!” Replied the guy.
And at that I saith, “Cool stuff has uses true, but one would ask; what does it do?” To which he replied,
“If you really need to ask, it carries out a simple task. The abilities of this device should on occasion quite suffice, to change a human to a beast, or the other way, to say the least, and the least I said at least is true this thing is Nice, I’m telling you!”
“I think It’s time to stop the rhyme…”
I as much as muttered.
“T-t-t-thyme it IS!”
Our good friend stuttered.
Then he said.
“You want to buy what I would sell?”
I gave him the Death Stare…
“If it’s a lie, you’ll go to hell…
But by and by I might as well.”
“What you imply as I can tell is pretty mean you dirty bean.”
“Don’t rip me off, or I’ll pickle yer spleen!”
So he gave me the device, and I took a closer look at it. The appeared to be some kind of sly little switch by which one could activate it. I considered pushing the switch to see if I turned into a platypus or something, but then again…maybe it was just a dang trick.
It might be the handheld version of the electric chair for all I knew, so I decided I’d just stick with the diplomatic approach.
“TREVOR!”
There was a whirring buzzing sound that you would probably think was an remote control car. “CRASH! CLANK! MEEEEEOOOOOWW!”
THERE was a crashing sound that would probably make you think of a remote control car running full speed into a cat!
Naaaah…That was probably just the butler.
Anyway, Trevor’s mind-operated toad mobile rolled into the room, hitting some various household appliances on the way… “POW!” There goes the lamp. “KA-CHING!” There goes the antique piggy bank. “WA-POW, THUMP! KLANK! BBBOOOOOMMMM! AAAEEEOOO!” There goes the tea pot.
You see, toads don’t exactly have the best eyesight.
Trevor just barely manged to bring the toad mobile to a halt before she hit the TV remote (Which, just so you know, would have made a sound like, “PAAAOOOWW! SMACK! HELP! THUMP! BBOOOOMMM! UUH! AAH! YUUUURRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! WHOMP! SPLAT! HHEEEEAAAAHHHRR! WWWWHHAAAAAPPP-AAAEEEOOO!”), and I looked down and said, “Ah. My trusted toad… I have a job for you.”
There was a loudspeaker atatched to Trevor’s cart, and a deep gravelly evil henchman voice said; “What is thy bidding, master?”
At the same time, a screen on the cart displayed “What is thy bidding, master?”, and it scrolled across several times.
Quig Pig says:
I’m doing chapter 3 so if you like my bro’s story I can post it…
EelongCatfolk says:
@Flume of Doom
Well done ^-^
@Anyone that might be interested
$5000 to whoever can give me the information I require!!
I’m a bit PO’ed at MineCraft. I lost my entire inventory twice in one hour! First time wasn’t as bad, the only things of major value were a diamond pickaxe, a diamond sword, two chests, and maybe half a stack of obsidian (I didn’t get a chance to check how much I had); the second time however, I lost a full set of diamond armor, a diamond pickaxe, and a diamond sword. The first time I lost my inventory, I was mining, trying to find more diamonds so I could replace/repair my equipment and make a set of armor and to gather some building mats for my house, and I happened upon an extraordinary find, a huge room with a floor made almost entirely of obsidian! So I started mining. I got about half the floor done, with nothing out of the ordinary happening, when all of a sudden, I fall into lava without warning and I can’t get out. So, I die and all of my inventory falls into the lava. The second time I lost my inventory, I was in the Nether (basically MineCraft Hell), I was walking around, looking for things to mine/kill and also my way back out, when I fall down a hole and die. When I respawned I had to find my way back into the Nether, at which point I had no idea which way I had gone, and therefore couldn’t find the pit I had fallen into to retrieve my things. So now I have to go spelunking in caves (after I make a pickaxe from some iron another person was nice enough to give me) and try to find some diamonds or gold ore that I can use to make more equipment. Wish me luck! I’m going to need it.
EelongCatfolk says:
Wow, that was a long post. Sorry I started ranting to you guys(and of course girls) ^-^’
Flume of Doom says:
@ Eelong Catfolk
Thanks,
I don’t play computer games very often and have never tried Minecraft, but I’ve heard of it and know there are thousands of videos of it on Youtube.
Have ya checked there?
Quig Pig says:
Yeah, we play the Spider Wars.
Making real spiders kill and eat each other in a tournament…One spider killed like nine others before it got eaten… We called it Ursula.
Puts a new spin on the Hunger Games, when you’re the Game Maker!