The Walrus and The Carpenter
As told by Lewis Carroll;
From Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872
The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright-
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.
The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done-
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"
The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead-
There were no birds to fly.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
"If this were only cleared away,"
They said, "it would be grand!"
"If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose," the Walrus said,
"That they could get it clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.
"O Oysters, come and walk with us!"
The Walrus did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each."
The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head-
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.
But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat-
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.
Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more-
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
"To talk of many things:
Of shoes-and ships-and sealing-wax-
Of cabbages-and kings-
And why the sea is boiling hot-
And whether pigs have wings."
"But wait a bit," the Oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.
"A loaf of bread," the Walrus said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed-
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed."
"But not on us!" the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"The night is fine," the Walrus said.
"Do you admire the view?
"It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf-
I've had to ask you twice!"
"It seems a shame," the Walrus said,
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!"
The Carpenter said nothing but
"The butter's spread too thick!"
"I weep for you," the Walrus said:
"I deeply sympathize."
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.
"O Oysters," said the Carpenter,
"You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?'
But answer came there none-
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one.
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Ending number one;
that is to say End no. 1
It wasn't a dream. Vernon mumbled crazily to himself that is was, but it wasn't. Antoine made a deal with Robotnik on the mission during which Sonic was roboticized. After returning to Knothole with the bad news, and a made up story of how he escaped, he managed to contaminate the colony's water supply with a new psychedelic drug that had been engineered and provided by Robotnik. The drug eats away at the brain; leaving you permanently effected after the first dose. However the "trip" so to speak is always greater than the actual damage. Slowly over time the individual will be entirely unable to distinguish reality from fantasy, while simultaneously going insane on a permanent level.
As the 'walrus' led the delusional clams to the slaughter, he realized a bit too late that he was not the walrus at all. Neither was Rotor.
No. I am the walrus.
Antoine was simply another clam to be duped and feasted upon. And he was.
Vernon the fox stumbled into a pit, where many mobians, or 'oysters'/'clams' (whatever the fuck you want to call them) had been pushed into and executed without quarter. Even though a large pile of dead bodies broke his fall, he still managed to break his leg. He managed to live on for days and days off the water from the canteens of the fallen soldiers. His infected leg getting worse, and the lack of nourishment on top of the drugged out state he was in, he endured sixteen or so hours of nightmarish despair in a catatonic like state.
He was pulled out of the hole by one of the robots with fistfuls of his own gray fur; and bloody patches where it should have been all over his head.
He was covered in bloody puke, and his eyes had clouded over entirely. He was taken to the lab for scientific study, with all of the others.
I know all of this, because I've been watching it from the security cameras.
It's times like these I'm so glad that I'm on the winning side.
Snively.
THE END
Or; ending number two;
That is to say End no. 2
I wake up before I even realize it.
My eyes pop open; a ceiling.
A familiar ceiling.
Mine.
Last night was… the party.
That's right. The party.
Looking down at myself, I gag and push away the puke covered blankets, and stand up.
Oh god.
It call comes back to me in quick flashes and blurry outlines.
I took mushrooms. Rotor supplied them, I think.
Fuck. That's the last time I'm doing that shit. Ever.
I feel terrible.
What a horrible nightmare.
THE END!
And finally, what REALLY happened. Ending number three;
That is to say End no. 3
Robotnik explodes due to being wired by anthrax-laced explosives by the evil terrorists from Sandland. There are no known survivors, and, as a result of this act of demonic evil, the world erupts into flames.
Shortly afterwards, the world explodes, too.
Sadly enough, the terrorism found a way to spread its tendrils of evil through the universe, and lacing every star with anthrax. Every star would shortly afterword explode, and survivors are not to be expected.
At the very least
VT2/SBAC
THE END.
Inspired by a vague recollection of the obvious poem above, but it was also partly inspired by Sonic: Sketchy (which was written by Sean Catlett(which I haven't even finished reading, pathetically enough(I should take this opportunity to apologize to Sean, for attaching his name to this piece of shit. Sorry (this one is solely for the sake of having another set of parenthesis.(because I find it funny))))) and some shitty movie that really sucked. Terribly, it sucked. Even if I remembered the name, I doubt I'd mention it here. I wouldn't want my name anywhere near that piece of shit. Real ending worded properly by Wingless Rain(VT2). Lyrics used in chapter six stolen directly from the song "I Bleed" by the pixies. I would also like to thank Tool, Modest Mouse, and glorious intoxication for the creation of this utter piece of shi-… masterpiece.
Yesss…..
"What the fuck? That was such a cop-out!"
Uh… don't worry about it?