Post by I wuv M4( Satar Jaèoèdoæ) on Jan 6, 2009 15:29:47 GMT -5
I wrote this a few months ago...
The Adventure of Coronulosis Ant: The Gray Thing
I was walking through the great grass forest one day. I walk through there everyday, and today should have been no different. Then it came. In my path was a round gray behemoth.
Since I never saw it before, I decided that I had taken a wrong path so I turned around, and walked back to the sugar jar. I then went back on my route home and I encountered the thing again! Now I knew that the thing was pure evil and desired to keep me away from home for its evil plans, so I know I had to destroy it.
I opened my jaws wide and charged into it. I grabbed it firmly and wrestled it, but to no avail. How could I, Coronulosis, slayer of the great spider, fail? I decided that the only thing that could destroy this abomination was the pure destructive force: firecracker.
Many a brave ant was killed in battle with that fiend. It can breath fire and teleport in an instant back to its lair. However, I happened to know where it’s lair was (It was where I slew the great spider) and I traveled there. I was careful to not wake up the mice, possibly the largest and fiercest creature that has legs. I found the firecracker.
It was asleep, and I pounced on it and began to drag it back to my foe. After a long and tiring journey I made it back. It then bit the firecracker to make it angry, but it did not wake up. I realized that the fiend must have seen its impending death and slew the firecracker. I could only think of one thing that could get rid of it: the hoomons.
Hoomons are the demi-god giants who are the sons of the evil god Ixturmator, destroyer of ants. I knew there was no way an ant could convince the stupid beasts to help them, so I knew I had to trick them.
Hoomons love to kill buggies, the group of creatures chosen by the gods, more than anything else, so I dressed my gray enemy up in leaves and gave it six sticks for legs, so it looked like a buggy. Then I trekked back to the sugar jar for a third time.
The sugar jar was given to us ants by the gods because we are the chosen people, but the hoomons think it is theirs. Boy, are they stupid. I buried myself deep into the sweet crystals and I couldn’t resist a bite or two or a lot. Before I realized it, I fell into a deep sleep because my belly was stuffed with the edible gems.
I awoke when I felt a sudden heat wave. My plan was to wait until that one ugly hoomon who things he’s so smart stuck his filthy hand into the sucrose, and then bite him, but apparently another ugly hoomon scooped me up and was now baking me into a cake, a combination between the elements sugar, fire and water that is just delicious. I squirmed out of a goo known as batter (cake without the fire added). The heat was growing intense and I feared I would perish in the inferno, when I noticed there was a way out in the small space between the door and the oven, the fire-breathing creature I was in. I slipped through and traveled around the hoomon complex.
In one room I saw that one hoomon who eats sugar like us ants in from of the small screen, where black ants led by a yellow ant fought red ants and spiders. How dare the sight of ants dying amuse them? I was about to give him a piece of my mind when the screen changes to the desktop, the screen between screens, and then started showing hoomons killing each other. That’s better.
Then the hoomon spotted me. It ran away and came back holding…a thing. The thing was tall and cylindrical. I started running but even though hoomons are impossibly slow for their size they they’re still faster than us and it caught up. It held the thing over me and magic fell out. The magic was invisible, but it distorted vision and smelled bad. He missed, being the stupid clumsy thing he is, but he managed to surround me. He bent down to finish me off but I ran straight into the magic to escape. He left, satisfied.
The magic made it hard to breath and slowed my movement, but I escaped. I ran outside and found a hoomon attempting to slay buggies with a stick. Being stupid and clumsy, it always missed. Here was my chance. I ran in front of it and did a drunken dance to get its attention. I then ran over to the thing with the hoomon whacking in pursuit. When it saw my cleverly disguised thing, it picked it up and screamed. “Smosh rolie polies nuhh!” and walked away. The gray thing was dead at last, so I returned home.
I decided I should write a book on my many adventures and I named it “ The Adventures of Coronulosis Ant”. It was an instant best seller. I got enough pay that “Fleabes” put me on their top 50 richest buggies list.
With my increasing popularity, I decided I must continue writing, So I wrote the self help book “Slaying for Hoomon Heads,” a guide for dealing with beasts, things and in-laws. It was also a success, and I ended up being in the annual world fair as a speaker, the ideal ant, strong, smart and brave.
There, the rich grasshopper, Pomostration, first heard of me. Later he read “The Adventures of Coronulosis Ant”, but when he got to “the gray thing” he insulted me by saying I was unable to deal with “Rokks” and should therefore be unable to handle my fortune. I sued him for scheming and hurting my ego, and because he is ugly, and I’m handsome, I won.
While walking home I encountered the “rokk”, and now I’m plotting out how to slay an undead gray thing craving revenge. Until then, you will find me on Cricket Lane. Maybe I can include this event in the sequel to “ The Adventures of Coronulosis Ant”, “More Adventures of Coronulosis Ant” as the Chapter “Revenge of the gray thing”. Well, I better get back to plotting.
The Adventure of Coronulosis Ant: The Gray Thing
I was walking through the great grass forest one day. I walk through there everyday, and today should have been no different. Then it came. In my path was a round gray behemoth.
Since I never saw it before, I decided that I had taken a wrong path so I turned around, and walked back to the sugar jar. I then went back on my route home and I encountered the thing again! Now I knew that the thing was pure evil and desired to keep me away from home for its evil plans, so I know I had to destroy it.
I opened my jaws wide and charged into it. I grabbed it firmly and wrestled it, but to no avail. How could I, Coronulosis, slayer of the great spider, fail? I decided that the only thing that could destroy this abomination was the pure destructive force: firecracker.
Many a brave ant was killed in battle with that fiend. It can breath fire and teleport in an instant back to its lair. However, I happened to know where it’s lair was (It was where I slew the great spider) and I traveled there. I was careful to not wake up the mice, possibly the largest and fiercest creature that has legs. I found the firecracker.
It was asleep, and I pounced on it and began to drag it back to my foe. After a long and tiring journey I made it back. It then bit the firecracker to make it angry, but it did not wake up. I realized that the fiend must have seen its impending death and slew the firecracker. I could only think of one thing that could get rid of it: the hoomons.
Hoomons are the demi-god giants who are the sons of the evil god Ixturmator, destroyer of ants. I knew there was no way an ant could convince the stupid beasts to help them, so I knew I had to trick them.
Hoomons love to kill buggies, the group of creatures chosen by the gods, more than anything else, so I dressed my gray enemy up in leaves and gave it six sticks for legs, so it looked like a buggy. Then I trekked back to the sugar jar for a third time.
The sugar jar was given to us ants by the gods because we are the chosen people, but the hoomons think it is theirs. Boy, are they stupid. I buried myself deep into the sweet crystals and I couldn’t resist a bite or two or a lot. Before I realized it, I fell into a deep sleep because my belly was stuffed with the edible gems.
I awoke when I felt a sudden heat wave. My plan was to wait until that one ugly hoomon who things he’s so smart stuck his filthy hand into the sucrose, and then bite him, but apparently another ugly hoomon scooped me up and was now baking me into a cake, a combination between the elements sugar, fire and water that is just delicious. I squirmed out of a goo known as batter (cake without the fire added). The heat was growing intense and I feared I would perish in the inferno, when I noticed there was a way out in the small space between the door and the oven, the fire-breathing creature I was in. I slipped through and traveled around the hoomon complex.
In one room I saw that one hoomon who eats sugar like us ants in from of the small screen, where black ants led by a yellow ant fought red ants and spiders. How dare the sight of ants dying amuse them? I was about to give him a piece of my mind when the screen changes to the desktop, the screen between screens, and then started showing hoomons killing each other. That’s better.
Then the hoomon spotted me. It ran away and came back holding…a thing. The thing was tall and cylindrical. I started running but even though hoomons are impossibly slow for their size they they’re still faster than us and it caught up. It held the thing over me and magic fell out. The magic was invisible, but it distorted vision and smelled bad. He missed, being the stupid clumsy thing he is, but he managed to surround me. He bent down to finish me off but I ran straight into the magic to escape. He left, satisfied.
The magic made it hard to breath and slowed my movement, but I escaped. I ran outside and found a hoomon attempting to slay buggies with a stick. Being stupid and clumsy, it always missed. Here was my chance. I ran in front of it and did a drunken dance to get its attention. I then ran over to the thing with the hoomon whacking in pursuit. When it saw my cleverly disguised thing, it picked it up and screamed. “Smosh rolie polies nuhh!” and walked away. The gray thing was dead at last, so I returned home.
I decided I should write a book on my many adventures and I named it “ The Adventures of Coronulosis Ant”. It was an instant best seller. I got enough pay that “Fleabes” put me on their top 50 richest buggies list.
With my increasing popularity, I decided I must continue writing, So I wrote the self help book “Slaying for Hoomon Heads,” a guide for dealing with beasts, things and in-laws. It was also a success, and I ended up being in the annual world fair as a speaker, the ideal ant, strong, smart and brave.
There, the rich grasshopper, Pomostration, first heard of me. Later he read “The Adventures of Coronulosis Ant”, but when he got to “the gray thing” he insulted me by saying I was unable to deal with “Rokks” and should therefore be unable to handle my fortune. I sued him for scheming and hurting my ego, and because he is ugly, and I’m handsome, I won.
While walking home I encountered the “rokk”, and now I’m plotting out how to slay an undead gray thing craving revenge. Until then, you will find me on Cricket Lane. Maybe I can include this event in the sequel to “ The Adventures of Coronulosis Ant”, “More Adventures of Coronulosis Ant” as the Chapter “Revenge of the gray thing”. Well, I better get back to plotting.
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