The Snow Arena

[nosisab]

enjoying the super quick gamebryo engine alchemy capacity, and some resin he took at the Morrowind last visit and some troll fat, Nosisab prepares an extra potent glue and begins to think a good way to deliver it to the accordion bellows... a fit penalty for such a awful music player (yet feeling a bit of headache)

[nosisab]

The Goddess made another perfect snow bowling ball and handed it to Nosisab.

 

"Age before beauty..." she said allowing him the first go...

 

 

(ha ha)

caring to take the exactly half of zombies, as to not* deprive all fun from Lisnpuppy, Nosisab trows the ball to the snow arena ground... and gaining mass while rolling caught that half horde and making the near impossible curve, sent it against the Betelgeuse robots, that after the nanoseconds of perplexity began the slaughtering. your turn now, my goddess, I dare you to do better :)

 

*some more split infinitives meant to make sparkling and harsh sounds so to enhance the effect

[Lisnpuppy]

The Goddess took her ball and stepped up to the line. She marked off one step..then another. Finally she danced around in a seemingly erratic manner on one foot and threw her ball down the lane towrd the zombies with perfect form.

 

The Zombies....being without heads did not see the ball coming and thus continued to mill about arms outstreched.

 

"Ka WACK!"

 

"STRIKE" yelled the Goddess with glee. One Zombie flew toward the Firey lizard and Bob, knocking the tea pot asunder. Another Zombie went and hit Freddie in the side of the face, causing him to fall on his accordian of deafness, yet another Zombie flew arms flailing wildly. It hit Evil's laser causing it to go off again completely destroying the Starship and throwing KoolAid dust everywhere. The remaining zombies, figuring out- headless though they were -that something was amiss...wisely laid down in the snow and began waving arms and leg making slimy, headless snow angels.

 

"Well then..." spoke the Goddess satisfaction in her voice. "Shall we go bug the Old One some more?"

[nosisab]

The Goddess took her ball and stepped up to the line. She marked off one step..then another. Finally she danced around in a seemingly erratic manner on one foot and threw her ball down the lane towrd the zombies with perfect form.

 

The Zombies....being without heads did not see the ball coming and thus continued to mill about arms outstreched.

 

"Ka WACK!"

 

"STRIKE" yelled the Goddess with glee. One Zombie flew toward the Firey lizard and Bob, knocking the tea pot asunder. Another Zombie went and hit Freddie in the side of the face, causing him to fall on his accordian of deafness, yet another Zombie flew arms flailing wildly. It hit Evil's laser causing it to go off again completely destroying the Starship and throwing KoolAid dust everywhere. The remaining zombies, figuring out- headless though they were -that something was amiss...wisely laid down in the snow and began waving arms and leg making slimy, headless snow angels.

 

"Well then..." spoke the Goddess satisfaction in her voice. "Shall we go bug the Old One some more?"

Nosisab claps with real pleasure... you grew strong goddess, and these snowballs of yours aren't to be taken lightly (literally)...

this is worth a commemoration, and so saying banish the summoned trolls (useful to nothing anyway, since they didn't nothing more than the endless quarrel about first to lunch), the betelgeusian robots that returned the hot philosophical discussion, now about if undeads were life form. The bugs gave some more troubles as they became scattered around... and retired the paralyze spell from M Wolfe. Well, things will heat around there, he thought

[Chesto]

Portable holes, of whatever gauge, have yet another quality other than that of dropping anyone hapless enough to fall into one into THE VOID, and, with the proper precautions, acting as portals to other Portable Holes, of whatever gauge. They act as sound transmitters to anywhere in the universe that has other Portable Holes. of whatrever gauge.

 

It was via one of these that the Old One heard the exploits of 'the others'. One would not like to speculate where this particular Portable Hole, of whatever gauge, was stored upon the person of the Old One, as he was presently in a manifestation that precluded pockets. But it was, indeed, there.

 

'Ha', laughed the Shamanubble, incontinently, causing the interior surface of the orb, which was he, to suffer a surfeit of condensation. 'Snowangels!'.

 

'I would consider it an honour to set your pins for you anyway you want it, m'lady', smarmed the shamelessshamanubble, squeezing his hands together in a Uriah-like manner, in his mind, which was also, and at the same time, engaged in trying to determine whether or not he had just uttered some arcane euphemism known only to those south of the Mason-Dixon and north of the red dirt zone.

 

While, and also, as well as at the same time, simultaneously, exhibiting a definite greenish thoughtcolour as he considered the seeming closeness of a proximital, let alone, carnal, nature that seemed to be growing between the Object of his new found veneration, much unexpected nor unlooked for within the parameters of all his existential experience ... and Nosisab.

 

Then the globulous globelet gave another, even more violent, shudder. ( see previous post for other, similar, convulsions )

 

'What in the name of all that is spheroidal am I doing!!!???', blobbed the enraged Shamanubble. Rage on Wrath. The bubble that was the Shamanubble took on a decidedly blood red hue... and expanded, somewhat, with a dangerous build up of internal steam pressure.

 

'Had not I, the Old One, Wisest of the Wise, Oldest of the Old, Shamanist of the...well, you know the drill... not cautioned against this very thing so many ... posts ago!!!??? WIMMIN... IN A VIOLENT ENVIRONMENT!

 

Mix all that testosterone - not, it must be stressed, that he, himself, had any left, still, he being so very old and all - with a tiny drop of ' Hello, boys ' and THIS is the RESULT. The Old One was so distressed at his casting aside of the self- discilpine accrued over mileniae, that he threw up in himself. Noissome bubble, indeed.

 

'And!', he howled, somewhat wetly, ' she puts ICE in TEA ! AND...SHE PROBABLY USES POWDERED INSTANT TEA!'.

 

The bubble suddenly became crystal clear. The discipline of ages had reasserted itself.

 

' It is crystal clear to me, now, what I must do. ', thought the Old One. 'I must not only wreck my revenge on Wolfboy... I must destroy the Goddess and her newestbestfriend ( again, the Old One had to reassert his newly recovered self-control as the green mist threatened to overcome him ) and philosophococolizing lacky, Nosisab, in order to re-establish some kind of cosmicmanlybalance to the Snow Arena.

 

He knew that, with this, he was breaking the cardinal rule concerning starting a war on two fronts, and which he had spent ages dinning into the eversothick skull of that effete boy, Sun Tzu, and again, much much later, that sniveling battleshy German, or was it Austrian, geezer: yet another one of history's 'Clauses'. But rules are meant to be broken.

 

There were, of course, natural allies at hand. Newt and (((Bob ))) shared his rage over the Tea issue. The Old One thought that , just maybe, the circumstances demanded that he overlook the whole zombie thing. And freddy? Well... his name alone assured a symbiosis of sentiment. Though much better sound proofing than papermoon balls would be required if that blasted accordion was going to be in play.

 

Having come to his decision on the strategies vis a vis personalities, which he would try to enact, the Old One now assumed the shape of a synapse. Which due-ly inserted itself into, and bypassed the main neurochargers of , the neural complex of the fishbeastmonster over which he now had sole ( geddit ?) control...

[Lisnpuppy]

The Goddess held both Nosisab and her own snowball bowling balls in her hands after the frame was played. Through same mentioned portable hole she heard the mad shreakings of the sole....Old One.

 

"I wish to be friend to all and yet engage in fair fight with all..." she spoke. She then narrowed her eyes in her best Mom-like manner, "Be careful Old One..." The Goddess rasped while still holding the snowball bowling balls aloft, "Some of us have bigger balls than others..."

 

Of course referring to her glorious spheres of pin knocker-downers....

[Chesto]

The Old One ground his toothless gums together. Very difficult to do when one is a synapse lacking both teeth and gums.

 

'We shall see what we shall see. See? ' growled the Old One. If it wasn't for the fact that the dog was giving him the 'stink eye', to quote the oft used curse of the Goddess, and if said doggy stink eye didn't have to be taken literally, requiring immediate evacutation of the premises, let alone any other containers, organnic or structural, the Old One would have begun to wreak his destruction on etc, etc.... But first the dog needed to be taken out.

 

'We shall see...'. The Old One hated the pressure that caused his lapse into repitition, brought to bear by the merciless bodily functions of his fell real life hound...

[Lisnpuppy]

Despite the Goddess's big words and big balls....she was saddened and confused by the previous acceptance (abet with some resignation) of her presence in the Snow Arena. Now the Old One seemed to find her...

distasteful. She could not seem to blame it only on the horrid shape of his previously stuck tongue.

 

Though she loved the glory of battle (being the decendant of the Great Goddess Morrigu) she love it more in fun than in fact.

 

In her confusion she dropped her strong persona and frozen tears began to slowly run down her face.

 

She brushed at them angrily muttering..."there's no crying in baseball..."

 

 

Slowly by small increments she began to fade.

[nosisab]

Portable holes, of whatever gauge, have yet another quality other than that of dropping anyone hapless enough to fall into one into THE VOID, and, with the proper precautions, acting as portals to other Portable Holes, of whatever gauge. They act as sound transmitters to anywhere in the universe that has other Portable Holes. of whatrever gauge.

 

It was via one of these that the Old One heard the exploits of 'the others'. One would not like to speculate where this particular Portable Hole, of whatever gauge, was stored upon the person of the Old One, as he was presently in a manifestation that precluded pockets. But it was, indeed, there.

 

'Ha', laughed the Shamanubble, incontinently, causing the interior surface of the orb, which was he, to suffer a surfeit of condensation. 'Snowangels!'.

 

'I would consider it an honour to set your pins for you anyway you want it, m'lady', smarmed the shamelessshamanubble, squeezing his hands together in a Uriah-like manner, in his mind, which was also, and at the same time, engaged in trying to determine whether or not he had just uttered some arcane euphemism known only to those south of the Mason-Dixon and north of the red dirt zone.

 

While, and also, as well as at the same time, simultaneously, exhibiting a definite greenish thoughtcolour as he considered the seeming closeness of a proximital, let alone, carnal, nature that seemed to be growing between the Object of his new found veneration, much unexpected nor unlooked for within the parameters of all his existential experience ... and Nosisab.

 

Then the globulous globelet gave another, even more violent, shudder. ( see previous post for other, similar, convulsions )

 

'What in the name of all that is spheroidal am I doing!!!???', blobbed the enraged Shamanubble. Rage on Wrath. The bubble that was the Shamanubble took on a decidedly blood red hue... and expanded, somewhat, with a dangerous build up of internal steam pressure.

 

'Had not I, the Old One, Wisest of the Wise, Oldest of the Old, Shamanist of the...well, you know the drill... not cautioned against this very thing so many ... posts ago!!!??? WIMMIN... IN A VIOLENT ENVIRONMENT!

 

Mix all that testosterone - not, it must be stressed, that he, himself, had any left, still, he being so very old and all - with a tiny drop of ' Hello, boys ' and THIS is the RESULT. The Old One was so distressed at his casting aside of the self- discilpine accrued over mileniae, that he threw up in himself. Noissome bubble, indeed.

 

'And!', he howled, somewhat wetly, ' she puts ICE in TEA ! AND...SHE PROBABLY USES POWDERED TEA!'.

 

The bubble suddenly became crystal clear. The discipline of ages had reasserted itself.

 

' It is crystal clear to me, now, what I must do. ', thought the Old One. 'I must not only wreck my revenge on Wolfboy... I must destroy the Goddess and her newestbestfriend ( again, the Old One had to reassert his newly recovered self-control as the green mist threatened to overcome him ) and philosophococolizing lacky, Nosisab, in order to re-establish some kind of cosmicmanlybalance to the Snow Arena.

 

He knew that, with this, he was breaking the cardinal rule concerning starting a war on two fronts, and which he had spent ages dinning into the eversothick skull of that effete boy, Sun Tzu, and again, much much later, that sniveling battleshy German, or was it Austrian, geezer: yet another one of history's 'Clauses'. But rules are meant to be broken.

 

There were, of course, natural allies at hand. Newt and (((Bob ))) shared his rage over the Tea issue. The Old One thought that , just maybe, the circumstances demanded that he overlook the whole zombie thing. And freddy? Well... his name alone assured a symbiosis of sentiment. Though much better sound proofing than papermoon balls would be required if that blasted accordion was going to be in play.

 

Having come to his decision on the strategies vis a vis personalities, which he would try to enact, the Old One now assumed the shape of a synapse. Which due-ly inserted itself into, and bypassed the main neurochargers of , the neural complex of the fishbeastmonster over which he now had sole ( geddit ?) control...

Even while the delighted Nosisab claps the wonderful bowling performance his thoughts (cursed curse of everthinkinglittlethinks that dreadful gray lady, or whatever gray more appropriate she can be named, gave him times ago)

was at the disturbances of the fabric he could sense, even not needing to resort to tantric going into-out holes. These are reserved now just for holes worth exploring. Oh no... some sub-reptilian (and here Nosisab indeed gave up the thought of trying to imagine the whereabouts) are definitely unworthy,

 

And now the old old mage is really upset. Old ones, even young old ones, can't be dealt with just a casual snowball (and Nosisab was certain the goddess would refrain to use her most dreadful ones... she is somewhat fond this juvenile Shamanleonic old perv to correctly measure the danger) And this one had already earned the prized kudos of interpretation and,,,ahh, yeah, everyone already knows the drill.

 

So, perceiving the corroding jealousy of the hormonal juvenile, Nosisab tickles the goddess at the neck so to bring another of her gorgeous laugh, and can't avoid thinking he is doing so very much for himself. Her laugh is simple delightful.

[IndorilTheGreat]

Watching this whole affair unravel from outer space, gman021 is slightly sickened at nosisab's perverseness, tickling Lisnpuppy's neck just to hear her laugh...

 

"It's time to take some action," he thought.

 

Ever since he was launched from this planet by ninja_lord's snow monkeys (not to offend Lord Slyther), gman021 has been working in his secret snow-Laboratory, building a super weapon...

 

 

Down on the ground, nosisab hears a strange screeching noise.

 

"What is that?" he wonders.

 

gman021 comes flying down in his Manta (OT-Look at my Avatar), a starship with a Bio-Relay laser attached, and he causes mayhem, vaporising rocks, trees, and melting snow everywhere.

 

Then, he turns towards nosisab, hoping to vaporise him as well, to save Lisnpuppy from his perverseness...