the village of redhotpawnia

Originally posted by padfoot
replaces plum and shows you how to use it - 'bite here - and 1 wish will be fulfilled...'
seconds later a loud bang is heard from the stocks and remora walks of, munching happily on a nice red plum.. leaving behind the remains of a stock and a very dazed fnm

*paintballs padfoot in the butt for not helping before*

😛

Originally posted by Faith No More
I think that we should kick Rachel out of our village, she seems more like a towns person...
All in favor?

Shaul 😉

Me! Just but me in a cage with some food and ship me back to Louisville. I'll be happy! 😀

(*would secretly miss everyone*)

Originally posted by padfoot
calls sherriff phlabibit for help...

Sheriff Phlabbit ropes remora and pulls her out of the tree. He puts her in a cage and pots a sign. 😀o not feed, water, or give this person any weapons.
He posts guards Slim Jim and chancremechanic on either side of ther cage.

Originally posted by elvendreamgirl
Sheriff Phlabbit ropes remora and pulls her out of the tree. He puts her in a cage and pots a sign. 😀o not feed, water, or give this person any weapons.
He posts guards Slim Jim and chancremechanic on either side of ther cage.

However, a wandering band of luscious and distracting dancing girls wander distractingly by....distracting the guardians who wander off after the wandering dancing girls....

Originally posted by elvendreamgirl
Sheriff Phlabbit ropes remora and pulls her out of the tree. He puts her in a cage and pots a sign. 😀o not feed, water, or give this person any weapons.
He posts guards Slim Jim and chancremechanic on either side of ther cage.

I have to use the bathroom!!! This is an emergency!!! Let me out!!! This violates the 8th amendment!!! *jumps up and down and screams*

Originally posted by elvendreamgirl
Sheriff Phlabbit ropes remora and pulls her out of the tree. He puts her in a cage and pots a sign. 😀o not feed, water, or give this person any weapons.
He posts guards Slim Jim and chancremechanic on either side of ther cage.

thanks the sherriff on bended knees for saving him... then gives him a 'very special' plum... runs like hell...

Originally posted by padfoot
thanks the sherriff on bended knees for saving him... then gives him a 'very special' plum... runs like hell...

*grabs rock*
*starts hitting dage lock until it breaks open*
*chases after padfoot*

Originally posted by rwingett
PS was awakened from a deep sleep. Rough hands grabbed at his shoulders and jostled him in his bed. Not sure if he was still dreaming or not, PS tried in vain to pull the disheveled blankets over his head, but the coarse and weathered hands yanked them from his grasp and began rapping on his shoulder. "Wake up," a stern voice commanded from what seemed li ...[text shortened]... yed tonight. If you succeed, by tomorrow all of Rehotpawnia will be in the hands of the RHPLF."

It was late in the evening when PS arrived at the inn. The village of Redhotpawnia was deep in snow and by now was veiled in mist and darkness. PS had completely lost his bearings in the maze of narrow alleys and side streets, plus his way was made more difficult by the heavy wooden box he had to carry with him. The box that contained the bomb. PS set down his burden momentarily at the threshold to the inn and gazed into the murky distance. Somewhere out there was the RHP server which, for reasons he still did not comprehend, he had been charged with destroying.

After a few moments of contemplation PS again picked up the box, pushed open the heavy wooden door to the inn, and stepped inside. The interior was dark and smoky and was filled with what appeared to be townsfolk and peasants sitting around numerous oaken tables. A great hush quickly fell over the room as they took notice of PS. Not wishing to make himself the center of attention, PS quickly went and sat at a table off in one corner and tried his best to look inconspicuous. The center of his table had a pattern that he instantly recognized as a chess board. Indeed, all the other tables had chess boards on them and many of the patrons had been, in fact, in the midst of playing chess. Gradually their interest in PS began to wane and they resumed their former activity, although PS was conscious of many a furtive glance being directed his way. As he sat there, PS became aware of the fact that all the other patrons had tin stars pinned somewhere on their clothing. Most of the stars were yellow, some were orange, and one or two were red. But something else troubled PS as well. Eventually it dawned on him that there were no children in the room at all. Not one.

PS must have dozed off but very shortly he was awakened by a very official looking man with a blazing pawn insignia on his chest. The man apologized for waking PS and introduced himself as a Redhotpawnia moderator. “I’m very sorry,” he explained, “but no one is allowed to stay at the inn unless they first obtain a star from the Redhotpawnia civil administration.” He pointed to the red tin star pinned to his arm as evidence. PS by now was very tired and not thinking clearly. All he could think of to say was, “Well, I guess you had better issue me a star and charge it to my tab, if you please.” The moderator was clearly taken aback by the impertinence of PS’s request. After a moment he retorted, “Applications for stars must be made directly to the Redhotpawnia civil administration, either in person or by phone.”

PS was becoming exasperated by this moderator fellow and could see why the RHPLF had taken exception to their handiwork, but he was surprised to find out that the inn was indeed equipped with a telephone. So PS wearily went over to the phone and dialed the number to the RHP civil administration telephone network. After being put on hold for a very long time he was curtly told that all the administrators had gone home for the evening, that no stars could be issued until the morning, and that no one there had the authority to grant him permission to stay at the inn.

The moderator was of a mind that PS should be evicted from the inn immediately. As PS argued with the moderator about the phrasing of the statement he had gotten over the phone, a bearded man in shabby clothing picked up the phone with his coarse and weathered hand and placed a brief call of his own. After he hung up, the bearded man gave PS a furtive wink and returned to his table. Meanwhile, the moderator had grown impatient with PS’s feeble excuses and was beginning to physically push him toward the door when the phone suddenly rang with what PS thought to be a certain urgency. Everyone in the inn immediately stopped what they were doing and stared at the phone, which rang several times before the moderator reluctantly answered it.

It was a lengthy conversation inwhich the other party did most of the talking, with the moderator interjecting only occasionally with a distracted “I see.” After hanging up the phone, the moderator, in a much more conciliatory mood, explained that the RHP civil administration office had called and said that although PS had no official permission to stay in the inn, he would not be required to leave, either, until his application had been processed. The moderator apologized for the misunderstanding and instructed the barkeep to issue PS a temporary room for the night. After the barkeep had handed PS the key to the room, he asked, “Would you like to have someone carry your box up to your room for you, sir?” PS, somewhat alarmed, quickly replied, “No, no thank you, I’ll see to that myself, if you don’t mind.” With that over, PS wearily picked up the box, trundled up the stairs to his room, and fell into a deep, deep sleep.

Originally posted by rwingett
It was late in the evening when PS arrived at the inn. The village of Redhotpawnia was deep in snow and by now was veiled in mist and darkness. PS had completely lost his bearings in the maze of narrow alleys and side streets, plus his way was made more difficult by the heavy wooden box he had to carry with him. The box that contained the bomb. PS set down ...[text shortened]... earily picked up the box, trundled up the stairs to his room, and fell into a deep, deep sleep.

ok...........
no more TV for you Rob!

Originally posted by elvendreamgirl
The sun rises on Monday morning and the village begins to stir.The veggie clan members are already in the fields, tending the garden. Sheriff Phlabbit wanders through the streets, gently prodding the sides ov a few sleeping footy fans who are sleeping in the streets or in the park, still feeling the effects of the celebration after Saturday's game.

*walks in*

*sees the mahem*

*walks out*