All the hams sat down as Jam began to explain. "The Purehams, or Sacred
Ankhed Hamsters, are known for their virtuous livelihoods. They are honest
and can tell no lies and are considered very wise. A very rare breed, one
that lasted the many millenia. Often known for telling the story of what
happened to their ancient civilization. They were the first hams to build
and live in their own city, which thrived abundantly.
"But mysteriously, the city disappeared from the world, leaving no traces of it's past behind. Many believe that those hams lost that day, enter the subcon to tell their story, if they don't appear to the purest of souls; souls who have had no envy, nor hatred and corruption to ever fill their bodies."
"Do they still exist?" asked Hamtaro.
"Uncertain, but I do believe there are still souls that tell the story present in this world. But enough about that already, what's new with you hams?"
"We've been having wierd dreams of the female Pureham coming to us, it's kinda freaky though." Stan answered.
"Interesting......"
"Why do you say?"
"Someone want to tell you the story of the Pureham past. But I can tell now that this girl wants to appear to most of you."
"Don't you mean ALL of us?" asked Maxwell.
"Nope. You see Max, it Pureham souls only show to those whose soul remain clean and have not been tainted by love, envy, greed, or lust, but they also appear to those with high faith. And I can tell that she won't appear to all of you."
"How can you tell?" asked Sandy.
"Well, one thing's for certain, Stan won't see her."
"And why not, am I too good looking for her?" asked Stan.
"Nope, you egotism has tainted you from meeting her.... that, and the fact that you lust for any girl around you, thinking you'll get them all."
"Oh, well that's just peachy."
"And the way Howdy and Dex fight over Pashy, that knocks them out."
"Man, that sucks." the rivals moan and droop their ears.
"Do I believe I would see her?" asked Bijou.
"You definitely will." Jam answered, "You have high faith from what I know of you. But I'm no fortune teller and I could be wrong."
"Cool, I still gotta chance." said Stan.
"Well, that's all I know about that breed."
"Well that helps a lot." said Hamtaro.
"Goodah, I'm glad I could help. Now let's eat, I'm starving."
"Now you're talking my language." said Oxnard.
The hams enjoyed the usual lunch. "Hey Jam?" Maxwell began.
"S'up, Max?" asked Jam.
"I've read about your breed and It says you're from Afrika. You don't come from Egypt, do you?"
"Many of my breed live along the Nile, but I'm from Djibouti."
"You're from who's booty?" asked Hamtaro.
"Hamtaro, be nice." says Bijou.
"I've never heard of that country."
"Well I thought you were from Marituis." said Boss as he krumped his seed.
"Whoa, too far out of range, Boss." Jam corrected. "But there are a few I know from Madagascar."
"So where did Purehams come from?" asked Maxwell.
"Humunaptra, city of the dead."
"Whoa, that's like, way too far away." said Sandy. "That's gotta be on the other side of the world."
"No, it's just the Second World part of the globe, along with many parts of Europe. But I'm not the only Second World hamster here."
"Really? Who else is from there?"
"Bijou of course... she's french, non?"
"Oui." answered Bijou. "Maybe you should stick around ze clubhouse for a while... I'm sure it would help us a lot?"
"Meh, why not? Besides, I can always practice my moves here, which reminds me..."
Jam walked a few hamster feet from the group and began his "workout" of gigging. Pashmina shook her head, "Jam sure likes to jam doesn't he?" she asked herself.
"Ookyoo." Penelope answered while nodding.
"That's Jam."
"Hey, hey, play that funky rhythm... play it like I am. Play that funky rhythm, because I like to Jam..."
"But mysteriously, the city disappeared from the world, leaving no traces of it's past behind. Many believe that those hams lost that day, enter the subcon to tell their story, if they don't appear to the purest of souls; souls who have had no envy, nor hatred and corruption to ever fill their bodies."
"Do they still exist?" asked Hamtaro.
"Uncertain, but I do believe there are still souls that tell the story present in this world. But enough about that already, what's new with you hams?"
"We've been having wierd dreams of the female Pureham coming to us, it's kinda freaky though." Stan answered.
"Interesting......"
"Why do you say?"
"Someone want to tell you the story of the Pureham past. But I can tell now that this girl wants to appear to most of you."
"Don't you mean ALL of us?" asked Maxwell.
"Nope. You see Max, it Pureham souls only show to those whose soul remain clean and have not been tainted by love, envy, greed, or lust, but they also appear to those with high faith. And I can tell that she won't appear to all of you."
"How can you tell?" asked Sandy.
"Well, one thing's for certain, Stan won't see her."
"And why not, am I too good looking for her?" asked Stan.
"Nope, you egotism has tainted you from meeting her.... that, and the fact that you lust for any girl around you, thinking you'll get them all."
"Oh, well that's just peachy."
"And the way Howdy and Dex fight over Pashy, that knocks them out."
"Man, that sucks." the rivals moan and droop their ears.
"Do I believe I would see her?" asked Bijou.
"You definitely will." Jam answered, "You have high faith from what I know of you. But I'm no fortune teller and I could be wrong."
"Cool, I still gotta chance." said Stan.
"Well, that's all I know about that breed."
"Well that helps a lot." said Hamtaro.
"Goodah, I'm glad I could help. Now let's eat, I'm starving."
"Now you're talking my language." said Oxnard.
The hams enjoyed the usual lunch. "Hey Jam?" Maxwell began.
"S'up, Max?" asked Jam.
"I've read about your breed and It says you're from Afrika. You don't come from Egypt, do you?"
"Many of my breed live along the Nile, but I'm from Djibouti."
"You're from who's booty?" asked Hamtaro.
"Hamtaro, be nice." says Bijou.
"I've never heard of that country."
"Well I thought you were from Marituis." said Boss as he krumped his seed.
"Whoa, too far out of range, Boss." Jam corrected. "But there are a few I know from Madagascar."
"So where did Purehams come from?" asked Maxwell.
"Humunaptra, city of the dead."
"Whoa, that's like, way too far away." said Sandy. "That's gotta be on the other side of the world."
"No, it's just the Second World part of the globe, along with many parts of Europe. But I'm not the only Second World hamster here."
"Really? Who else is from there?"
"Bijou of course... she's french, non?"
"Oui." answered Bijou. "Maybe you should stick around ze clubhouse for a while... I'm sure it would help us a lot?"
"Meh, why not? Besides, I can always practice my moves here, which reminds me..."
Jam walked a few hamster feet from the group and began his "workout" of gigging. Pashmina shook her head, "Jam sure likes to jam doesn't he?" she asked herself.
"Ookyoo." Penelope answered while nodding.
"That's Jam."
"Hey, hey, play that funky rhythm... play it like I am. Play that funky rhythm, because I like to Jam..."