Story so far...

here's how our "award" winning story goes so far.. feel like continue-ing? it's quite funny if you have a read back at it..

Chapter 1: The Beginning

He(unnamed) woke up and found out that he is lying in the middle of a dusty road. He have no memory of what happen or who is he or where he is. As he stands up and look around, he is in a desserted place with only a small tarvern 3 streets away. He decided to go to the tarvern and find out what is happening. Just as he open the tavern door,the door came right off its hinges. "Boom" goes the door as it lands with a loud crash, sending up a cloud of dust, instantly overwhelming him. All he could do was stand there like an idiot, an idiot with a hacking cough and smarting eyes. As the dust settles, it was obvious that the place was empty, but something caught his attention. He saw a barrel, and thirst came to him with knife in its hand, stabbing his throat mercilessly, and he talked to himself, 'Where tavern keeper? I need drink. Me steal? No one 'ere. But not right, tis stealing is.

He knocked over the barrel over to find it empty. With thirst still heavy in his mind, he walks around and finds a bottle of half drunk whiskey on the counter top. With his thirst quenched, he decided to explore the empty tavern for clues as to where he was,what his name was and how he got here. Looking around, he saw countless numbers of overturned chairs and tables everywhere with old pieces of paper strewn everywhere. He picks up a piece of paper to find the paper wirtes "WELCOME TO THE CITY OF LAMEOTOPIA!!" He then threw away the paper and proceed into the back of the tavern to find more clues. Apparently, the place was desserted and have been vacant for some time. He found a shortgun with some bullets in the stor room and decide to take it for safety puposes. Just then, he suddenly heard a load noise outside the tavern and he rushed out to find an empty street, barren and dead as if everyone that our nameless hero had previously encountered simply dissappeared. Huh? Where then was the source of that loud unnerving sound he had heard earlier,...almost a screech, maybe a squeek. Shotgun in hand, he clutches it close, mentally counting his limited rounds of pure lead-filled casings, a mere five shots... over... and over again.

A cold touch to his trousers, or nameless hero turns to find~! A yellow rat!!! Stood before him a yellow rat no higher than his knee (big enough...) with black stripes on it's back, dark tipped ears and a long tail to boot,...wait.. did it ju spoke? more precisely.. 'Pika'?
Approach this abomination of nature our hero does, only to be snarled at. That abomination barred its teeth at him, all big and white and shiny! Then with a sudden movement, that fat rat rushed him, knocking him down and the gun fell out of his clutch. He flailed in panic, striving to drive it off him. With a knee to the abomination's abdominal region, and a punch to its mandible(lower jaw) he managed to get it off him, and with a scramble for his lifeline, he reached it and loaded it. Took aim at the rapidly closing fat rat, and pulled the rusty trigger. "Boom" goes the gun, sending sharpnels to the rat, tearing it to pieces. It was a gore sight. After ages of unused and neglect, the shotgun gave it's best, and now its useless, as the gun's barrels were broken in two due to the force of the shot (a miracle its worked, and didn't kill him in the process). Bleeding due to superficial cuts on his arms and legs, he stood there panting in the street, with the wind blowing dust around him, and the tavern's overhanging sign going 'eee aaa, eee aaa' over his head

After the war with the rat, our unknown hero limps around town wondering where abouts he was. While limping across the street from the tavern, at the corner of his eye, he saw something moving in the shrubs nearby, instinctively, he reached for his shotgun, but seeing as it was banana peeled,he threw it aside and decided to make a dash back to the tavern. Just as he was about to duck behind the Tavern wall, an arrow wizzed passed him, narrowly missing his ear and embedding itself on the tavern wall. "Indians!" our hero cries and dives behind the wall with 5 more arrows hitting the wall simultaneously. "thambi! ugun nagetar bunal padam!" the Indian cries, not knowing what to do, our hero looks around only to find a white flag!!! Our hero raise the white flag, hoping that this ordeal will stop and magically, the indians stop shooting and approached him with much care. As the indians gather around him pointing their spears at his neck, our hero quickly raised his hand and prayed that he will survive this. One of the indians, presumeably the leader walk out and ask him : "Who are You?". And our hero answered "Me? Me not you, that's for sure. Who you? Why want me name? Me is who me is! (Even though me not know who me is...)", shouted our hero, as he stares into the eyes of his captor with fear, yet refusing to believe that this is not a dream. The indian looked at him dumbly. Apparently his grasp of English is limited. As the leader tries to find the words, the rest of his mob tightened their grip on their spears, all ready to fart, one of the members shouted "Macha, Badu ugai terosi kapu inga purin gaide dei?"(Brother, why did we have to have beans for dinner last night?) With that, half of the group backed away clutching their stomach in pain. Small sounds of flatus(fart) started to echo around the group causing the other half of the group to disperse and drop their spears. Our hero takes this golden opportunity to make a run for it. He almost made it to the tree line when...

If I'm not mistaken, now it's chapter 2.0 moving on to 2.1... anyone?

-Shamus-