A2597 sat at his screen in a state of disbelief at what he was reading. He paused for a moment, then got up and walked downstairs to the table where he kept his keys and wallet. It was a seven hour drive to Florida, but he knew what he needed to do, and nothing was going to stop him. He called his wife, letting her know he would be out of town for a few days, and not to worry, then hopped in his car, and settled in for the drive.
Arriving at his parents house, he never bothered to say hello, or even announce his presence, he merely walked to the shed out back and grabbed his fly-fishing pole and tackle box, and put them in his car. The drive up I-95 to New York would be exhausting, but worth it. A quick Google Search told him his destination, Roscoe NY.
Along the way he stopped for some supplies, a cooler, some ice, and several packs of "5 Hour Energy" drinks.
21 hours later, A2597 groggily pulled over. He spotted a promising location along the Beaverkill river, and walked in. Ignoring the icy chill of the water, he set about his task.
It had been more than ten years since A2597 had been fly fishing, and the lack of practice was apparent. Dilligence, and a conviction of his task saw him through however, and 4 hours, 27 minutes later he was rewarded with a wonderful 8.2lb catch.
He placed it in the cooler, and returned to I95, heading south towards Maryland.
He wasn't certain where his friend had been the past few years, but knew he would return here eventually. So there he sat, waiting. Waiting.
His patience again rewarded when he saw his target. A2597 approched slowly, cautiously getting closer.
Then, when he was close enough, he shouted "RANDOM CHAOS!!!!" and fwapped his friend with the still wet (yet somewhat icy) trout, then ran back to his car and sped home, leaving several confused, yet entertained onlookers in his wake.
...And THAT is why you don't bump old threads on this forum!
Biggles<font color=#AAFFAA>The Man Without a Face</font>
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I didn't do the art depicted on said stomach.
But theres this.
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It was off a low res screenshot of this girl's Orc Shaman. Haven't talked to her since I quit though.
@Entil'zha yeah...she did. :(
I feel so....unclean!
:p
A2597 sat at his screen in a state of disbelief at what he was reading. He paused for a moment, then got up and walked downstairs to the table where he kept his keys and wallet. It was a seven hour drive to Florida, but he knew what he needed to do, and nothing was going to stop him. He called his wife, letting her know he would be out of town for a few days, and not to worry, then hopped in his car, and settled in for the drive.
Arriving at his parents house, he never bothered to say hello, or even announce his presence, he merely walked to the shed out back and grabbed his fly-fishing pole and tackle box, and put them in his car. The drive up I-95 to New York would be exhausting, but worth it. A quick Google Search told him his destination, Roscoe NY.
Along the way he stopped for some supplies, a cooler, some ice, and several packs of "5 Hour Energy" drinks.
21 hours later, A2597 groggily pulled over. He spotted a promising location along the Beaverkill river, and walked in. Ignoring the icy chill of the water, he set about his task.
It had been more than ten years since A2597 had been fly fishing, and the lack of practice was apparent. Dilligence, and a conviction of his task saw him through however, and 4 hours, 27 minutes later he was rewarded with a wonderful 8.2lb catch.
He placed it in the cooler, and returned to I95, heading south towards Maryland.
He wasn't certain where his friend had been the past few years, but knew he would return here eventually. So there he sat, waiting. Waiting.
His patience again rewarded when he saw his target. A2597 approched slowly, cautiously getting closer.
Then, when he was close enough, he shouted "RANDOM CHAOS!!!!" and fwapped his friend with the still wet (yet somewhat icy) trout, then ran back to his car and sped home, leaving several confused, yet entertained onlookers in his wake.
...And THAT is why you don't bump old threads on this forum!
* proceeds to lob purple hamsters ad the retreating car *
Where's the fun in that?
hahahahah
Everyone needs to enjoy my pain.
And ShadowDancer: It IS your quote!
Bump!