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Name: Quacker Country: Japan Birthday: 8/29/1985 Gender: Male
Interests: Killing people, being stealthy, training, Ancient ninja arts Expertise: Assassination
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Member Since:
10/6/2003
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| OH MY GOSH!!!!! Something has happened that is so horrible I dare not write it within these pages!... Okay I'll write it.... That dude, Mahala... whatever. The creepy one. Yeah, him. Well, HE JUST TRIED TO SACRIFICE ME TO A PAGAN DEITY!!!!!!!! And I thought he was my friend!!!!! It appears, that I was decieved. My ninja instincts have failed me for the first time. This is a sad day for me. I feel that I can no longer continue on my quest (remember the holy monkey of Fiji?). I am not worthy. No! I must press on! My story is not complete! I must find my way to my home dimension, and find the holy monkey of FIJI!!!!!! I swear on the chicken wings of my dead grandmother, I shall find it....
On the plus side, I have a new addition to my party. Remember that Amanda person? Well, it turns out she's a ninja as well! Yeah, she was under a mind control spell by the evil... mahaja.... mehoola..... I think I'll just call him Carl. Well, once I freed her of that spell, she was eternally thankful. She decided to stick with me seeing as how she had nothing better to do. I was fine with that. Well, I must continue on my journey for now. I'll record exactly what happened between me and Carl in my next entry. | | |
| Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a STINKIN' PEN AROUND HERE?!?!?!.... Okay stupid question. You probably don't. Anyways, I won't even get into what I had to do to get another pen. Even though it was hard. I mean, monkeys won't willingly spit into a rubber chicken. Anyways, I think I was talking about that dude. Yeah, well, turns out he's not really that bad. We've been chilling for a while. Man, can he cook! I mean, I thought mom made good turtle sandwiches. Those are nothing compared to his. Anyways, I've been invited to stay a few more days with them. Apperently they need to find a duck to sacrifice to the great magnet. I think that's their deity. His name's Brice or something like that. I guess they want me to help find them a duck. Weird people. Nice though. Oh, and in case anyone was wondering. Amanda is not a loser. I mean, in case anyone was thinking that.... Anyone at all..... Yeah.
So anyways..... I'm out. Until next time, praise be to the great magnet Brice!!!
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| Well... it's taken me almost forever to find a new diary... I mean journal!!!.... Yeah.... Journal. If you're wondering what happened to the last one, well..... It seems that flaming banana slug demons don't like books. So they ate mine. But that's another tale for another time.
Anyways, we managed to rescue Stank from the flaming banana slug demons. Turns out they really didn't want him after all. It also turns out that Stank is more of a description than a name. Stank didn't look anything like Buttrabies or Buttmuncher. It was weird. He looked almost.... normal. Well.... except for the third arm... That was kinda freaky. So anyways, after we rescued Stank (It was more of the flaming banana slug demons forcing him upon us than actual rescuing), we set off for the village. On the fourth night, something strange happened. The entire crew... disappeared! Vanished into thin air. It was only a few seconds later that I realized it was not them that had vanished, but I! Yes, I had been transported to another dimension. How did I know it was another dimension? Well.... Toastool don't usually grow forty feet tall and pink in color. At leats, not where I come from. regardless.
I set off at once to find someone that could help me find out where the he** I was. After a few hours of walking west. Or... East.... North? Whatever. I came upon a small hut. I approached the hut with caution. Upon reaching the door, I came upon two strange individuals. One was male, and the other female. They looked at me... slowly opened their mouths to speak and said....
WHAM!!!!!
When i woke up, the two were standing over me. The female spoke firts upon seeing me wake.
"Er... sorry about that. See, our chicken saw you sneaking up, and decided to kick you in the back of the head."
Glancing around I saw the chicken she was talking about. It's not easy to miss a 900 pound chicken.
"My name is Amanda," She continued, "And this is Tyrelashaquilaita Benstu Mahallajalaballlakangl. Welcome to our humble abode."
Upon hearing the latters name, I panicked immeadiately. I had heard of this one. There was no one more evil. No one more fearsome. No one that hated everything as much as he. Legend has it, that once, he did the most unspeakable of acts. Yes, he once...... Dang, running out of ink. I'll be back dear reader. Don't go anywh- | | |
| Well, it's taken me most of the night, but I've finally finished the drawing of the fairy. (You didn't know I was an artist did you?) It looked almost exactly like this:

But imagine that it's glowing. And that's the fairy. Just to clear up any ugly rumors that may come up about the appearance of said fairy in the future by those that read this. | | |
| So, we set out at first light. And seeing as how we didn’t open our eyes until about… 2 P.M., we didn’t get the biggest head start on our day. Oh well. Anyways, after searching for the band of flaming banana demons for like… ever, we came upon a cave. Seeing as how it was getting dark, we decided to set up camp. We were just about to go to bed for the night, when suddenly, from the back of the cave, comes a dazzling ball of light. It turns out it was really a fairy. No not that kind of fairy you sicko! Like, Tinkerbell kinda fairy. Anyways, it turns out that this fairy was actually a relative of Tinkerbell. Go figure. She said her name was Tinkermanda, and then asked what we were doing in her cave. So we told her our story so far, and of our quest to rescue Stank. After thinking long and hard for like….. ever, Tinkermanda said she had a story for us. Realizing that fairy stories usually contain wisdom, we listened intently. These are her words.
“Once, there was a handsome prince, who had everything he could wish for. And not only was he handsome, but he was nice too. He was the nicest person in the world. So one day, he decided he wanted a slushie. But instead of using his solid gold slushie machine, he decided to walk down to the 7-11 down the street. So the prince walks to the 7-11 which is located right between the good part of town, and the bad. So, the prince goes in, and says to Majalawambala the clerk, that he’d like a slushie. Majalawambala gladly gives it to him because I mean, he’s nice. Anyways, the prince walks out the door, just as Chang the Mexican, and Carlos the Asian were walking in. The prince bumped into them, thereby making them very angry. So they decide to beat him up. Chang charges him, but the prince throws the slushie at him, and it kills him. Now it’s just Carlos and the prince. Seeing as how they both knew kung fu, the battle went on for quite a while. Suddenly a giant meteor fell from the sky and landed right on both of them. Killing them instantly. At that exact moment, a VW bus drove by. Hanging onto the bumper, were a leprechaun, and a garden gnome. The leprechaun’s name was Pepe, and the garden gnome’s name was Milkyway. Anyways, Pepe and Milkyway, look at the giant meteor, and instantly recognize it for what it truly is. A magical space jawbreaker. So, they take a piece and go on their way. As they walk past an alley, they see an old friend who’s name was Jamall. So, Pepe, and Milkyway, and Jamall, are walking, and without realizing it, they wander into the Riverdance Gang’s territory. Suddenly they’re surrounded! No escape! The leader of the gang, Jayfwanda, challenges Jamall to a riverdance tournament. Seeing as how this is the only way out, he accepts. They go into an alley to do they’re dirty work. As the contestants are getting ready, Pepe and Milkyway give Jamall the piece of magical space jawbreaker. Jamall takes a bite, and suddenly he becomes fearless. He takes another bite, and he instantly knows how to breakdance. He takes the last bite, and grows a HUGE afro. Now Jamall is ready. With his mad breakdancing skillz, Jamall easily wins the tournament and also wins the territory from the Riverdance gang. Jamall goes on to become ruler of all the earth with his afro. Pepe and Milkyway went back and sold the magic jawbreaker for millions of dollars. The End.”
………….Yeah, I don’t get it either. It’s late. Gotta get some sleep. Must find Stank. Nighty night. | | |
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