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Grace's packing list:
Arming sword, broadsword, saber, knife, bow & arrow, flamethrowers, battle axe, paintball gun, stink bombs, fake bugs, spears,and an atlatl. Also seventy-two packs of gummy bears.
Um, Grace….where did you get all this stuff?
Number one rule with me: you will NEVER understand, and I will never explain to you.
Okaay, I'm still extremely unnerved.
*shudders*
Well, can you at least tell me what the heck an atatl is?
at·latl
ˌätˈlätl/
noun
a stick used by Eskimos and early American Indians to propel a spear or dart.
Wow, you're all over the map. And time periods.
Yes, i know.
Oh, and by the way, Park Manager, I am a human.
Sometimes I'm not so sure about that….
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And we are all girls.
Micna says puma. OH MY GOSH THERE'S A PUMA HERE?! AAAAH!
RUN!
*jumps up from computer and runs away*
Coward. Rule number two: Don't get alarmed about stuff your CAPTCHA says. You're probably interpreting it the wrong way. Maybe Micna just meant that she likes pumas. Or somthing.
So should I just post this?
I guess I will…but not before pasting THIS picture:
Oh my gosh they are ANGELS. Isn't it so beautiful?
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Awesome! I'll come! And if there's room for my red panda CAPTCHA Firefox, she'd like to come, too! 🙂
I'll pack later! Thanks for letting me come!
~Poetic PandaP.S. Firefox says ooft. Did you fall, Firefox?
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Just making a list of the people who have joined……I was a little confused….
1. Shadow Dragon
2. Joan B of Arc
3. Jarvis
4. Aquina W
5. Elvina
6. Mirax T
7. Owlgirl
8. Amber
9. Joss
10. Leafmist
So are we ready to start
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And poetic Panda joined 16 minutes after I posted that list.
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Okay, if nobody else wants to join, I'll make a complete list and start writing when I get back on!
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l would like to come! l am a boy and a sort of ghostly humanoid.
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DUN DUN DUN!!!! We are full! GET READY TO DIE!
WAIT FORGET I SAID THAT!!!
— FINAL LIST!!!!
Shadow Dragon
Joan B.
Jarvis
Aquina
Elvina
Mirax T.
Amber
Owlgirl
Joss
Leafmist
Poetic Panda
Phantom N.
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~Day 1
It's night. All the CBers are snug in their beds, tired from celebrating the end of the school year. It's humid oustide, with the full, glowing moon eerily hovering in the night sky, nestled among stars. It emits a peculiar feeling that something strange is about to happen.
As Leafmist winks at her luggage, she slowy drifts off to sleep . . .
HOONK!!!
"AHH!" screams Owlgirl, falling out of bed.
"What in the world?!" Phantom N. drifts over to his window and peers outside, seeing an unusual sight.
"No!" exclaimed Amber. "A school bus! But it's over! Someone please tell me this is a dream!" She jumps back in bed and buries her head under the covers.
But alas, if they look more closely, they will notice that's it's not painted yellow, but a bright violet. They would also notice its ten, humorously large wheels, and gray lightning bolts splattered upon it.
"HELLOOO?" calls the driver, squeezing a small but ear-splitting clown horn. "ALL ABOARD FOR THE CRICKET AMUSEMENT PARK!"
"But I'm not packed yet!" groans Shadow Dragon. She grabs an empty suitcase and a shiny pocketwatch. "Now I'm ready." She flies outside, and as the vehicle's doors open, a loud poof is heard.
Suddenly, the CBers find themselves zapped from their original locations and in a long line, waiting to step (more like climb) into the tall bus.
Some have to say, "Wait for me!" As they tried to drag their sleepy AE's and CAPTCHA's from bed (or is it the opposite?).
Finally, when everyone is on board, they store their luggage beneath their seats and drowsily sit down. When they do, a long farting sound is heard beneath their bottoms.
"Ha!" laughs the person behind the steering wheel. They look in the rearview mirror at the disgusted, graoning faces of its passengers. "Sorry," they say, "I couldn't resist that one. Don't worry. No more pranks after that." Their tone is disguised, so nobody knows whether its a male or female.
Joan B. giggles and nudges Puck, her AE. "How does it feel to get a taste of your own medicine?"
Puck nudges back. "Actually, I rather liked the joke. It was corny, but funny."
Her sane counterpart rolls her eyes.
Amber raises her hand. "Excuse me, are you the Park Manager?"
The mysterious person tips its head slightly. "Sure am."
"Why are you picking us up in the middle of the night? And how did you appear in twelve different places at once to pick us up?"
The person raises a gloved finger. "Questions," they say "will be answered soon enough. Now! Who's ready for fun?"
They all nod. "Me," they try to say energetically.
"Okay!" the driver press a large, red button on their dashbaord, and a humongous, blue portal pops up in front of the bus.
"Whoa!" shouts Poetic Panda. "How did you make that appear?"
The driver giggles under breath and starts driving straight towards the glowing, swirling blue ring. The CBers gasp as they're sumberged through it.
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Arghhh! I always miss these things! I was on a trip over the weekend with no access to internet. Dang it.
Actually, Spyro hates amusement parks, so maybe it's best we don't come. Have fun, guys…
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Sorry I'm late. I'll post soon. I've been busy with other sites.
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This is Owlgirl.
No,that's okay, you don't have to do that; in a Ski Lodge you don't post perspectives like an RP. The creator of the Ski Lodge is the one who does the writing….and slowly kills us off, one by one.
*shudders*
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Oh . . . okay.