Waldon here tonight. I'm sure I've got multitudes of happy readers eagerly leaning closer to their screens to get a closer look at my life altering words. My flow and tenacity lending an unearthly feel to the writing, yes?
I'm sure. Yes. That is exactly what's happening. :P
I started off today feeling kind of ... bleh. No particular reason. I just felt gross. Not sick gross, you know? That kind of gross where you just want to sit down and vegetate. xD
I spent the morning on computer going through some random stuff. Nothing really caught my attention. Then I had an excellent dinner of caribou, town grown carrots, potatoes, and corn. It was a good dinner. :P
After dinner I took my dog for a walk. That poor guy has both of his hind legs hurt, and he finds it incredibly difficult to hold himself up for long periods of time. When he was about a year old, he was hit by a car, then my family overfed him and now he's overweight. All that weight threw out both of his hips while he was running at separate times. That dog is the most amazing dog in the world for still loving being out and around with what he has to go through. Send him your love guys, he needs it.
I came home eventually, and then I walked down to Bre's house. I love walking. I don't do nearly enough of it anymore. Although, I think I scare people when I'm walking sometimes. I swagger a little when I'm walking, I know because I walk like my dad. :P And on top of that I look angry when I'm not paying attention to what my face is doing. xD My director has the same problem. But with him it's hilarious, because he has a scar on the bridge of his nose and on his eyebrow and everything. He's just so mean looking, but he's oldest 16 year old I've ever met. xD
Then I got to Bre's house, we spent the afternoon trucking around dropping things off and whatnot. By "Trucking things around" though, you know exactly what I mean.
I mean dinosaur swashbuckling of course.
I personally boarded a rival pirates brontosaurus. The unlucky men were in my land. This was my zone, my plunder. How dare they take that? Was our flag meaningless? My trusty crew roped the enemy 'saur and claimed it as our own. Amidst the booming of the great dinosaur borne cannons, I mounted the blood frenzied T Rex I called my own, and together we attacked the enemy in our territory. The screams and shouts of our scared and battle gored enemies were as fuel to our pirating fire!
I saw him! The infamous Captain McLeeward! He was known to me, and for many years he had been infringing upon my routes, my booty. He would now be dealt with, it seemed. He too, knew this as a duel of the fates! He jumped from his great Brontosaur, and with a great shout, was struck from my sight!
I narrowed my eyes, he would never jump from his ship without a reason...
There he was again. He had a Battle Rex of his own!
I lashed the reins of my mighty Sebastion! My trusty Rex who had carried me through countless raids! We charged the dubious Captain, and what came from that fateful encounter would change the face of the world!
Great roars! A flashing of sabers! Corsairs adorning our heads, flowing jackets behind! We rushed forward! The world went silent, it seemed. Or perhaps our noise was just so incredible it drowned out the world. I could see the entirety of everything flashing before my eyes.
It was over.
As we stood amongst the slain foes of our valiant and bloody attack, the setting sun forever immortalized our figures, a site that both my crew, and the few survivors of the once famous Captain McLeeward's crew saw me and Sebastion against the glaring fire of the great eye, and will remember it. They will tell their children. And their children's children. And forward it will go, until I am legend.
Yet, never will the legend grow to be more incredible than the event. This cannot be surpassed.
It was glorious. Victory was ours, and honor will be had for all my men (and women of course.) and their progeny. This will go down in the record books as the day I lived to my true potential.
And now you too, know.
I'm sure. Yes. That is exactly what's happening. :P
I started off today feeling kind of ... bleh. No particular reason. I just felt gross. Not sick gross, you know? That kind of gross where you just want to sit down and vegetate. xD
I spent the morning on computer going through some random stuff. Nothing really caught my attention. Then I had an excellent dinner of caribou, town grown carrots, potatoes, and corn. It was a good dinner. :P
After dinner I took my dog for a walk. That poor guy has both of his hind legs hurt, and he finds it incredibly difficult to hold himself up for long periods of time. When he was about a year old, he was hit by a car, then my family overfed him and now he's overweight. All that weight threw out both of his hips while he was running at separate times. That dog is the most amazing dog in the world for still loving being out and around with what he has to go through. Send him your love guys, he needs it.
I came home eventually, and then I walked down to Bre's house. I love walking. I don't do nearly enough of it anymore. Although, I think I scare people when I'm walking sometimes. I swagger a little when I'm walking, I know because I walk like my dad. :P And on top of that I look angry when I'm not paying attention to what my face is doing. xD My director has the same problem. But with him it's hilarious, because he has a scar on the bridge of his nose and on his eyebrow and everything. He's just so mean looking, but he's oldest 16 year old I've ever met. xD
Then I got to Bre's house, we spent the afternoon trucking around dropping things off and whatnot. By "Trucking things around" though, you know exactly what I mean.
I mean dinosaur swashbuckling of course.
I personally boarded a rival pirates brontosaurus. The unlucky men were in my land. This was my zone, my plunder. How dare they take that? Was our flag meaningless? My trusty crew roped the enemy 'saur and claimed it as our own. Amidst the booming of the great dinosaur borne cannons, I mounted the blood frenzied T Rex I called my own, and together we attacked the enemy in our territory. The screams and shouts of our scared and battle gored enemies were as fuel to our pirating fire!
I saw him! The infamous Captain McLeeward! He was known to me, and for many years he had been infringing upon my routes, my booty. He would now be dealt with, it seemed. He too, knew this as a duel of the fates! He jumped from his great Brontosaur, and with a great shout, was struck from my sight!
I narrowed my eyes, he would never jump from his ship without a reason...
There he was again. He had a Battle Rex of his own!
I lashed the reins of my mighty Sebastion! My trusty Rex who had carried me through countless raids! We charged the dubious Captain, and what came from that fateful encounter would change the face of the world!
Great roars! A flashing of sabers! Corsairs adorning our heads, flowing jackets behind! We rushed forward! The world went silent, it seemed. Or perhaps our noise was just so incredible it drowned out the world. I could see the entirety of everything flashing before my eyes.
It was over.
As we stood amongst the slain foes of our valiant and bloody attack, the setting sun forever immortalized our figures, a site that both my crew, and the few survivors of the once famous Captain McLeeward's crew saw me and Sebastion against the glaring fire of the great eye, and will remember it. They will tell their children. And their children's children. And forward it will go, until I am legend.
Yet, never will the legend grow to be more incredible than the event. This cannot be surpassed.
It was glorious. Victory was ours, and honor will be had for all my men (and women of course.) and their progeny. This will go down in the record books as the day I lived to my true potential.
And now you too, know.
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