HI all! Miss me?... No it's not Fry's wife. it is I Razy D! Everyone's
favorite but painfully slow writer/publisher. Ok I know I promised a new
chapter of Fry but...HEY WAIT!!! don't click away just yet. You see Fry's
wife is bit sick this week (mainly sick of the delays by the league of
bards in getting to Paineel, but I digress.) I had planned to give you all
my wonderful rendition of Lord of the Dance.
hey hey hey Come back! Jeez my dancing isn't that bad....Well any way, I was going to do that but then a friend stopped by. Good old Joe heard about the troubles and was all set to either barsh some bards or... perform in the Lord of the Dance...yes..scary thought isn't it? Well any way, desperately trying to get out of seeing a very large troll try to dance, i suggested that while we wait on the real Misadventures of Fry we do a sub chapter from Joe's point of view and he was most ecstatic...so happy that he started to do Lord of the Dance...shudder. Well here it is. The long awaited (well maybe not long awaited...)
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Ch 6.5 Variation Upon a Theme: The Many, Many Misadventures of Joe!
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Long , Long ago in a forest far far away, mess was born! Ya! Mez grew up big and strong and barsh many tings. de end!
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.....Um Joe you need a little more description then that.
Really?
Yes Really Joe.
Dez es picky.
Yes, they are. You should see what I have to go through to please them. Writing night after night, cups and cups of coffee trying desperately to meet up with constantly rising expectations. *cry*
Powr Razy... HUG!!!
ACK!!!!!! LEMMEGO LEMMEGOLEMMEGOLEMMEGO!
Sowy.
It's ok. You need to learn not to squeeze so hard Joe.
otay..Ho dis?
....can't breath...white light at end of tunnel......
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Our beloved friend Joe was born many years ago, about 100 human years to be exact in the secluded Troll city of Grobb. From the beginning Joe was the toughest of the litter. Easily out muscling and (surprisingly) out smarting his siblings. As he came of age, Joe became entranced by the art and dance of swords, the parry, the trust, the riposte all of seemed perfect for Joe, which was a relief to his litter matron who thought Joe was going to become a prankster and useless part time shaman, so the world was spared that fate. We can only have nightmares of the devilish pranks Joe could pull with the skills of a shaman, but luckily for use Joe loved swords to much to go into that scorned cast.
Well flash forward a few years, Joe has mastered the secret Trollish arts of swordplay (Barshing) and in an interesting relation between Troll and Elf cultures (Just dont tell the Elves) Joe was sent a test of passing to become a Headmaster of the Barshing Guild.
Joe was set out to the lost temple fo Cazic-Thule and find a rare blue frosting flower of kindness that is rumored to have been planted by the hand of Cazic Thule himself(Don't ask).
Joe the Mighty, Joe Barsher Supreme, or just plain Grand Master Supreme Joe the Almighty! Joe smiled at this, this would be a great day, get past a few small lizardies and get a purty flower and he would be the Master Trainer of all future youngins.
Of course as we already know, poor lovable Joe is a bit simple minded, so simple minded that as he was day dreaming about his post of Barsher supreme that he forget where he was going and what he was supposed to do. Oh well.
Over the next 3 months Joe wondered all over the face of Antonica, taking in the sights, daydreaming about his future post as Barsher supreme.and trying to remember what he was supposed to do. In his adventures, he came to an old abandoned temple and though he didn't realize it at the time (not that he realizes it even know.) it was the long forgotten and neglected Hanging gardens of Rallos Zek. Said to be among the 5 wonders of Norrath, it was mysteriously abandoned many years ago and lost the mists of time. Which I suppose would explain why Rallos Zek has such a bad rap as the good of War and Mean things. Wouldn't you be grumpy, if you go on a vacation and come back to find your garden ruined?
Brave and mighty Joe at the footsteps of these once magnificent gardens, suddenly is struck by brilliance (for a troll) and remembers what he was supposed to do!!! He was supposed to get a pretty red rose!!! Searching frantically through the ruins, behind marble columns, looking into water screws, climbing up twisted trees. Joe desperately tried to find a red rose and just when all hope seemed lost, in the center of the ruins was the loveliest red rose ever to grace the face of Norrath. It was as if the gods themselves smiled upon this flower, so red and full of life. It was just what Joe needed, as he bent down to pluck the flower, a booming knocked him off his feet and shook the ground.
"GET YOUR GRIMY HANDS OF MY FLOWERS MORTAL!!!!!!!!" the voice roared from above and right before Joe's eyes adorned in plate mail armor and wielding the worlds largest scimitar was the Demi-god himself Rallos Zek. He was so fiery -
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"Delivery for a Mister .Raezool G!"
"Raziel D.! and that is I."
"Ah very good sir. I have a Package for you sir"
"Great!!! The new chapter from fry's wife!"
"ooooh! Stowy!!!!"
"Yes, Joe. Hmm shall we continue with your tale later then?"
"otay!! Me like elfie stowy!!!"
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End Ch 6.5
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hey hey hey Come back! Jeez my dancing isn't that bad....Well any way, I was going to do that but then a friend stopped by. Good old Joe heard about the troubles and was all set to either barsh some bards or... perform in the Lord of the Dance...yes..scary thought isn't it? Well any way, desperately trying to get out of seeing a very large troll try to dance, i suggested that while we wait on the real Misadventures of Fry we do a sub chapter from Joe's point of view and he was most ecstatic...so happy that he started to do Lord of the Dance...shudder. Well here it is. The long awaited (well maybe not long awaited...)
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Ch 6.5 Variation Upon a Theme: The Many, Many Misadventures of Joe!
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Long , Long ago in a forest far far away, mess was born! Ya! Mez grew up big and strong and barsh many tings. de end!
---------------
.....Um Joe you need a little more description then that.
Really?
Yes Really Joe.
Dez es picky.
Yes, they are. You should see what I have to go through to please them. Writing night after night, cups and cups of coffee trying desperately to meet up with constantly rising expectations. *cry*
Powr Razy... HUG!!!
ACK!!!!!! LEMMEGO LEMMEGOLEMMEGOLEMMEGO!
Sowy.
It's ok. You need to learn not to squeeze so hard Joe.
otay..Ho dis?
....can't breath...white light at end of tunnel......
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Our beloved friend Joe was born many years ago, about 100 human years to be exact in the secluded Troll city of Grobb. From the beginning Joe was the toughest of the litter. Easily out muscling and (surprisingly) out smarting his siblings. As he came of age, Joe became entranced by the art and dance of swords, the parry, the trust, the riposte all of seemed perfect for Joe, which was a relief to his litter matron who thought Joe was going to become a prankster and useless part time shaman, so the world was spared that fate. We can only have nightmares of the devilish pranks Joe could pull with the skills of a shaman, but luckily for use Joe loved swords to much to go into that scorned cast.
Well flash forward a few years, Joe has mastered the secret Trollish arts of swordplay (Barshing) and in an interesting relation between Troll and Elf cultures (Just dont tell the Elves) Joe was sent a test of passing to become a Headmaster of the Barshing Guild.
Joe was set out to the lost temple fo Cazic-Thule and find a rare blue frosting flower of kindness that is rumored to have been planted by the hand of Cazic Thule himself(Don't ask).
Joe the Mighty, Joe Barsher Supreme, or just plain Grand Master Supreme Joe the Almighty! Joe smiled at this, this would be a great day, get past a few small lizardies and get a purty flower and he would be the Master Trainer of all future youngins.
Of course as we already know, poor lovable Joe is a bit simple minded, so simple minded that as he was day dreaming about his post of Barsher supreme that he forget where he was going and what he was supposed to do. Oh well.
Over the next 3 months Joe wondered all over the face of Antonica, taking in the sights, daydreaming about his future post as Barsher supreme.and trying to remember what he was supposed to do. In his adventures, he came to an old abandoned temple and though he didn't realize it at the time (not that he realizes it even know.) it was the long forgotten and neglected Hanging gardens of Rallos Zek. Said to be among the 5 wonders of Norrath, it was mysteriously abandoned many years ago and lost the mists of time. Which I suppose would explain why Rallos Zek has such a bad rap as the good of War and Mean things. Wouldn't you be grumpy, if you go on a vacation and come back to find your garden ruined?
Brave and mighty Joe at the footsteps of these once magnificent gardens, suddenly is struck by brilliance (for a troll) and remembers what he was supposed to do!!! He was supposed to get a pretty red rose!!! Searching frantically through the ruins, behind marble columns, looking into water screws, climbing up twisted trees. Joe desperately tried to find a red rose and just when all hope seemed lost, in the center of the ruins was the loveliest red rose ever to grace the face of Norrath. It was as if the gods themselves smiled upon this flower, so red and full of life. It was just what Joe needed, as he bent down to pluck the flower, a booming knocked him off his feet and shook the ground.
"GET YOUR GRIMY HANDS OF MY FLOWERS MORTAL!!!!!!!!" the voice roared from above and right before Joe's eyes adorned in plate mail armor and wielding the worlds largest scimitar was the Demi-god himself Rallos Zek. He was so fiery -
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"Delivery for a Mister .Raezool G!"
"Raziel D.! and that is I."
"Ah very good sir. I have a Package for you sir"
"Great!!! The new chapter from fry's wife!"
"ooooh! Stowy!!!!"
"Yes, Joe. Hmm shall we continue with your tale later then?"
"otay!! Me like elfie stowy!!!"
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End Ch 6.5
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