Hoshi is owed this, but the rest of you may not deserve it.

[Eldora, Oracle of Alchemy]

I was amazed to see the ravens.  They were eating the crumbs off the ground like nothing had happened.  The crumbs from the donuts were their favorite.  The ravens were cravens, that is why I did not expect to see them at the campground.  There wasn't a waif among them, yet each in their own way was a waif.  The weather had turned cold, as I knew it could.  Many people would not expect temperatures in the 40's in July in Michigan, but I did.  Expect probably is not fair, but I knew it was a possibility.  I pulled the parka up around my ears.  

The day before was uneventful.  It was warm, not like a person would expect for July, but not as bad as the night would be.  I expected the snakes to be in a coil, but found them moving out to the rocks.  Snake watching was a fad now, like bird watching.  You did not have to worry about their ire, they were not poisonous and did not bite.  We had plans for sext, with the sun high in the sky.  We all got in the truck, not a jo in sight, and took off for the pumpkin patch.  There was a corn maze, we walked through, and it mazed around the field and we had some fun.  Then we had some pumpkin pie, some moron cut it in sexto whatevers.  Who in the world cuts a pie in 16 pieces?  So we each had 3 or 4 slices.  

That night the cold wind came off the bay.  The campfire kept us warm.  We had to use bast for kindling.  We cooked some food, using olive oil, we got olein.  For once we had char broiled food instead of charcoal for food.  Those crazy gals from UT were there.  They had pinas and managed to make pina coladas.  They brought a lei for each of us.  They were all related, one called another ma, there was another that called a different one sist, or sis.  One of them kept calling everyone Dude, even the other girls.  We had fudge, but one of them kept calling it fudges.  And this one was talking about her ex and another one was talking about her ex, so much so that I almost felt bad for the guys, almost.  We all talked about the joys of meditation, saying om and om and looking for our Qi.  

After dinner a guy came by, said his name was el em en no.  He was tlking about fiscal years, but he kept calling it FY.   It looked like he might end up being a goon, but being all dressed in beige, it was not much of a worry.  He hemmed and hawed.  He was so nervous, it was giving him a tic.  Then we helped him find his id and took him down the river Lethe.  We helped each other find our Ba.  We all talked about our degrees, someone had a BAS, whatever that is.  Then someone started singing scales, do, re, mi, fa, so, la, ti, do.  I had to reach behind el em en no for the quire of paper I brought. He thought I wanted sex, but he was wrong.  That treasure trove would have to wait for another night.  When we started to talk about working as a sexton, he got scared.  He did not want to be on this terra, or any of the terras that might include any of us.  

Ta for now.

Tune in later for the rest of the story.

[-->Eris<--]

Very nice.

[Hoshiko]

Eldora, it's lovely. I should play Scrabble with you more often

I particularly like El Em En No talking about the Fiscal Year. I could totally see him doing that while surreptitiously stealing some of the sexto-sliced pie.

Can't wait for more.

[Bella]

I can't wait either. This is great.

[LMNO]

Fiscally speaking, I'd rather steal your wallet, than your sexto-pie.

[Eldora, Oracle of Alchemy]

Fiscally speaking, I'd rather steal your wallet, than your sexto-pie.

Yes, but we took you down the river Lethe, so you remember none of it, HAHAHAHAHAHA

PS That is the river of forgetfullness, hehehe

[LMNO]

Fiscally speaking, I'd rather steal your wallet, than your sexto-pie.

Yes, but we took you down the river Lethe, so you remember none of it, HAHAHAHAHAHA

PS That is the river of forgetfullness, hehehe

LMNO
-Not quite context impared, thanks.

[Eldora, Oracle of Alchemy]

Fiscally speaking, I'd rather steal your wallet, than your sexto-pie.

Yes, but we took you down the river Lethe, so you remember none of it, HAHAHAHAHAHA

PS That is the river of forgetfullness, hehehe

LMNO
-Not quite context impared, thanks.

Keep it up and I shall nickname you Oscar the Grouch!



PS The previous ps was for all the other people who know how to read, but don't

[Irreverend Hugh, KSC]

More! MOre! More!

[Bob the Mediocre]

:anxiously waits for more:

And since I left you hanging on the other game, I think I shall post a picture for your photoshopping pleasure soon as I get it developed.

[Irreverend Hugh, KSC]

Okay, just so you know....

The suspense is killing other people.

*pulls out machete*

[Hoshiko]

Keep yer panties on. We have to finish pwning LMNO and DJRubberducky first.

I'm scared Eldora might actually beat me  

[The Good Reverend Roger]

I was amazed to see the ravens.  They were eating the crumbs off the ground like nothing had happened.  The crumbs from the donuts were their favorite.  The ravens were cravens, that is why I did not expect to see them at the campground.  There wasn't a waif among them, yet each in their own way was a waif.  The weather had turned cold, as I knew it could.  Many people would not expect temperatures in the 40's in July in Michigan, but I did.  Expect probably is not fair, but I knew it was a possibility.  I pulled the parka up around my ears.  

The day before was uneventful.  It was warm, not like a person would expect for July, but not as bad as the night would be.  I expected the snakes to be in a coil, but found them moving out to the rocks.  Snake watching was a fad now, like bird watching.  You did not have to worry about their ire, they were not poisonous and did not bite.  We had plans for sext, with the sun high in the sky.  We all got in the truck, not a jo in sight, and took off for the pumpkin patch.  There was a corn maze, we walked through, and it mazed around the field and we had some fun.  Then we had some pumpkin pie, some moron cut it in sexto whatevers.  Who in the world cuts a pie in 16 pieces?  So we each had 3 or 4 slices.  

That night the cold wind came off the bay.  The campfire kept us warm.  We had to use bast for kindling.  We cooked some food, using olive oil, we got olein.  For once we had char broiled food instead of charcoal for food.  Those crazy gals from UT were there.  They had pinas and managed to make pina coladas.  They brought a lei for each of us.  They were all related, one called another ma, there was another that called a different one sist, or sis.  One of them kept calling everyone Dude, even the other girls.  We had fudge, but one of them kept calling it fudges.  And this one was talking about her ex and another one was talking about her ex, so much so that I almost felt bad for the guys, almost.  We all talked about the joys of meditation, saying om and om and looking for our Qi.  

After dinner a guy came by, said his name was el em en no.  He was tlking about fiscal years, but he kept calling it FY.   It looked like he might end up being a goon, but being all dressed in beige, it was not much of a worry.  He hemmed and hawed.  He was so nervous, it was giving him a tic.  Then we helped him find his id and took him down the river Lethe.  We helped each other find our Ba.  We all talked about our degrees, someone had a BAS, whatever that is.  Then someone started singing scales, do, re, mi, fa, so, la, ti, do.  I had to reach behind el em en no for the quire of paper I brought. He thought I wanted sex, but he was wrong.  That treasure trove would have to wait for another night.  When we started to talk about working as a sexton, he got scared.  He did not want to be on this terra, or any of the terras that might include any of us.  

Ta for now.

Tune in later for the rest of the story.

Bump for LMNO. 

TGRR,
No blow too low.

[LMNO]

[The Good Reverend Roger]

The search bots have been particularly amusing today.