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Once upon a time, in a land not so far away, a Ring was forged in the deepest darkest murkiest stinkiest caverns in Mordor. The Ring was all happy because it could be worn by its master. Then some mortal dude killed its master and took it. He lost it tho, and a weird little hobbit found it a looooooooooong time afterwards and decided it was really cool. The Ring didn't think the hobbit was too cool tho, and it ran away, but it (by some strange luck) fell into the hands of ANOTHER hobbit, Bilbo. It decided its life was boring and took a 60-yr cat nap. When it finally woke up it decided that things were going entirely too well for everybody and stirred up its master to cause some trouble. Then it decided to play hard-to-get just so it could watch more people get killed and stuff because it was bored. Finally, it was taken into possession by YET ANOTHER hobbit (Frodo) and went on a mad goose chase all across the countryside and stuff and got to make lots of people die. "Duuuuuuuuuuude," it said, "this is really sweet. Everyone's screwed, and all because of me! I think I'll go to sleep for a little while and see what else happens." By that time, tho, everyone was too hooked up on its being awake to care so random hobbits kept roaming around and random battles kept being fought and it was all too messed up to fix. For all of you who want the actual HOBBIT'S point of view, go read the stinkin' book.
Once upon a time, in a land not so far away, a Ring was forged in the deepest darkest murkiest stinkiest caverns in Mordor. The Ring was all happy because it could be worn by its master. Then some mortal dude killed its master and took it. He lost it tho, and a weird little hobbit found it a looooooooooong time afterwards and decided it was really cool. The Ring didn't think the hobbit was too cool tho, and it ran away, but it (by some strange luck) fell into the hands of ANOTHER hobbit, Bilbo. It decided its life was boring and took a 60-yr cat nap. When it finally woke up it decided that things were going entirely too well for everybody and stirred up its master to cause some trouble. Then it decided to play hard-to-get just so it could watch more people get killed and stuff because it was bored. Finally, it was taken into possession by YET ANOTHER hobbit (Frodo) and went on a mad goose chase all across the countryside and stuff and got to make lots of people die. "Duuuuuuuuuuude," it said, "this is really sweet. Everyone's screwed, and all because of me! I think I'll go to sleep for a little while and see what else happens." By that time, tho, everyone was too hooked up on its being awake to care so random hobbits kept roaming around and random battles kept being fought and it was all too messed up to fix. For all of you who want the actual HOBBIT'S point of view, go read the stinkin' book.