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that a good thing?
Chapter 1: The Sweaty Prologue
The gym is changed. I feel it in the basketballs, I feel it in the field, I smell it in the change rooms. Much that once was is lost for none now who failed remember it.
It began with the bouncing of the great balls (A/N: Not Those balls you pervert!). Three were chucked to the Elves, fastest and most athletic of all beings. Seven were rolled to the Dwarves because they were too short to catch a bounce pass, great at Tech Ed, but not so great at P.E. And nine balls were thrown to Mortal men, who above all desire A's in P.E. but most of the time they had to settle for B's and C's. But they were all of them deceived, for another ball was bounced.
In the land of Mucky-Field in the puddles of Mount Equipment Room the dark lord Shotput bounced a Master Ball. And into this ball he smooshed his dirty socks, his smelliness, and his will to dominate all students lives. One Ball to squish them all!
One by one, the free P.E. classes of Middle-School failed tests and entire classes to the power of the Ball. But there were some who resisted, a Last Alliance of men and elves -formed by lunch money and answers to today's homework- marched against the mindless teacher's pet orc army of Shotput. And there, they played hockey for the passing grades of Middle-School. Even though the refs were terribly biased and the orc's body checks were very uncalled for victory was near, they were up by one goal. But the bounciness of the Ball could not be undone. When it seemed like all hope of winning has failed, Isilder son of the principle took up his father's stick, and smacked the Ball out of Shotput's hand. Who immediately squealed like a baby and exploded. The Ball, pushed by the force of Shotput's explosion, trickled into his goal and ended the triple overtime tie. Shotput, the enemy of the free students of Middle-School, was defeated.
The Ball passed to Isilder, who had this one chance to destroy dirt forever. But the white shirts of men are easily soiled. One rainy P.E. class, Isilder fell into a puddle and drowned. Many were suspicious that the Ball he tripped over had something to do with it but they were the rejects of the class and no one listened to them anyway. The Ball was pushed down, hidden in the mud, and for two and a-half semesters in passed out from the smell of Isilder's shoe, but it also passed out of all knowledge. Until when chance came, it ensnared a new bouncer. "My Bouncinessssssssssss." The creature Golfclub took the Ball deep into the Janitor's Room, and there, it consumed him. The Ball brought Golfclub unnatural bounciness (Golfclub is shown bouncing off the walls in the caverns of the Janitor's Room) and long life. And for five-hundred years it poisoned his mind, which was only the size of a golf ball but he was a little slow in the head so it took awhile.
Rumour grew of a shadow in the showers, Whispers of a nameless game, And the Ball of power perceived, its' bounce had now come.
It abandoned Golfclub. But then something happened that the Ball did not intend. It was kicked, hit the wall, and landed in the arms of the most unlikely student of all, a Hobbit, Baseball Backflip of the Shire. "Lost! My Bouncinesss is lost!" Howled Golfclub. Baseball hurriedly stuffed the Ball into his backpack where it bounced around like the new novelty toy for young Hobbits called "Flubber". He then glanced at his watch, Mithril digital of course, "Oh Dear! I must get to class! Block A stars in five minutes!" And as he scurried away you could just hear him muttering under his breath, "Valar! I hate P.E. class!"
Chapter 1: The Sweaty Prologue
The gym is changed. I feel it in the basketballs, I feel it in the field, I smell it in the change rooms. Much that once was is lost for none now who failed remember it.
It began with the bouncing of the great balls (A/N: Not Those balls you pervert!). Three were chucked to the Elves, fastest and most athletic of all beings. Seven were rolled to the Dwarves because they were too short to catch a bounce pass, great at Tech Ed, but not so great at P.E. And nine balls were thrown to Mortal men, who above all desire A's in P.E. but most of the time they had to settle for B's and C's. But they were all of them deceived, for another ball was bounced.
In the land of Mucky-Field in the puddles of Mount Equipment Room the dark lord Shotput bounced a Master Ball. And into this ball he smooshed his dirty socks, his smelliness, and his will to dominate all students lives. One Ball to squish them all!
One by one, the free P.E. classes of Middle-School failed tests and entire classes to the power of the Ball. But there were some who resisted, a Last Alliance of men and elves -formed by lunch money and answers to today's homework- marched against the mindless teacher's pet orc army of Shotput. And there, they played hockey for the passing grades of Middle-School. Even though the refs were terribly biased and the orc's body checks were very uncalled for victory was near, they were up by one goal. But the bounciness of the Ball could not be undone. When it seemed like all hope of winning has failed, Isilder son of the principle took up his father's stick, and smacked the Ball out of Shotput's hand. Who immediately squealed like a baby and exploded. The Ball, pushed by the force of Shotput's explosion, trickled into his goal and ended the triple overtime tie. Shotput, the enemy of the free students of Middle-School, was defeated.
The Ball passed to Isilder, who had this one chance to destroy dirt forever. But the white shirts of men are easily soiled. One rainy P.E. class, Isilder fell into a puddle and drowned. Many were suspicious that the Ball he tripped over had something to do with it but they were the rejects of the class and no one listened to them anyway. The Ball was pushed down, hidden in the mud, and for two and a-half semesters in passed out from the smell of Isilder's shoe, but it also passed out of all knowledge. Until when chance came, it ensnared a new bouncer. "My Bouncinessssssssssss." The creature Golfclub took the Ball deep into the Janitor's Room, and there, it consumed him. The Ball brought Golfclub unnatural bounciness (Golfclub is shown bouncing off the walls in the caverns of the Janitor's Room) and long life. And for five-hundred years it poisoned his mind, which was only the size of a golf ball but he was a little slow in the head so it took awhile.
Rumour grew of a shadow in the showers, Whispers of a nameless game, And the Ball of power perceived, its' bounce had now come.
It abandoned Golfclub. But then something happened that the Ball did not intend. It was kicked, hit the wall, and landed in the arms of the most unlikely student of all, a Hobbit, Baseball Backflip of the Shire. "Lost! My Bouncinesss is lost!" Howled Golfclub. Baseball hurriedly stuffed the Ball into his backpack where it bounced around like the new novelty toy for young Hobbits called "Flubber". He then glanced at his watch, Mithril digital of course, "Oh Dear! I must get to class! Block A stars in five minutes!" And as he scurried away you could just hear him muttering under his breath, "Valar! I hate P.E. class!"