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Started by Matthias720, September 26, 2011, 02:39:35 AM

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Tiria Wildlough

Unable to help himself, he took a lick...
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James Gryphon

...of the glass jar, which looked unbelievably appealing!
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DanielofRedwall

He then put it back and decided he would order a tomato sauceless pizza from the local pizza shop, as he believed they would exist now that it was six thousand years in the future.
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James Gryphon

He reached into his pocket to pull out his phone and call, before realizing that his ancient cell phone would probably not be compatible with anything in the 81st century.
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Icefire

So he went searching for the kitten to ask how to contact the pizza shop.
Living in peace, aye many a season,
Calm in life and sound in reason,,
'Til evil arrives, a wicked horde,
Driving a warrior to pick up his sword,
The challenger rings then, straight and fair,
Justice is with us, beware. Beware!

DanielofRedwall

But he did not know that all this time the cute little kitten was an evil mastermind, and had been setting a trap for him all this time.
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Icefire

Poor clueless Jim walked right into the trap.
Living in peace, aye many a season,
Calm in life and sound in reason,,
'Til evil arrives, a wicked horde,
Driving a warrior to pick up his sword,
The challenger rings then, straight and fair,
Justice is with us, beware. Beware!

Redwall Musician

"First I will capture this man. Then the world! Mwahahahahah!" laughed the kitten who captured Jim in a washer.
..."Where courage hides within the shawdows, patience within the storms, friendship in around every corner, and inspiration just outside your window."

Nightfire

then he got bored and let Jim go, and the kitten ran off to Kotir.
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Matthias720

Kotir, of course, was the name of the kitten mastermind's hideout.

James Gryphon

Six thousand years of breeding and genetic experiments had produced a race of telepathic, talking cats, of which this cat was the final surviving example.
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Nightfire

He ran upstairs to the tallest tower, then started creating an evil concotions made from dead fish and sourkraut juice.

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James Gryphon

Meanwhile, Jim was still hungry and decided to go outside and see what was around.
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Redwall Musician

As he did so, a fat beaver came and sat on his feet.
..."Where courage hides within the shawdows, patience within the storms, friendship in around every corner, and inspiration just outside your window."

Mad Maudie

"Why are you sitting on my feet?" he asked the beaver
"Cause they are warm and comfy you never see bare feet nowadays" the fat beaver said looking at him
Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need
Chasing relentlessly and I don't know why
If our love's tragedy why are you my remedy?
If our love's insanity why are you my clarity?
Why are you my clarity?

~Clarity~~Zedd~