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Water everywhere (alternate thread) This is the story of a crab.
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Meanwhile...
High above the island, a shooting star was blazing across the sky...
As the bright flame trailed behind it, the 200 ton asteroid fell towards the sea...
"What evil omen is this?" thought Arcon as he gazed up at the sky, "Do my eyes deceive me, or are the heavens falling?"
He continued to stare, and the asteroid continued it's decent into the waters near island.
Argon
What a gas!
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As the man and the boy worked out their communication problems...
They sat looking at each other as the rumble akin to the sound of distant thunder came over the island. The rumble did not stop or subside, however, but continued to grow and grow until the sound hurt their ears.
After the deafening noise came the wind. Blasting in from the sea it fanned the fire then soon blew it out as both wind and sand worked to douse the flames. The wind grew stronger, then suddenly died.
All was silent.
They turned and both saw the wall of water approaching the island and as they did so felt a rush of wind in the opposite direction - not from but towards the great wave. Everything started to go black and both began to despair.
About that time a hermit crab was ambling along the beach, noticing that there just wasn't enough food and scraps around today. Something was up and the crab was, well just in a crabby mood about it. Something about those damn visitors it was sure. The rush of wind and sand sent Scrablevitle back into her shell.
When she poked an eye back out, she saw the wave. "Oh damn, here we go" she thought, "Just what I need, more trouble to keep the grubs away." With a huff, Scrablevitle wandered off the beach and into the dunes to have another look at the Blightnocht.
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When last we left the forsaken island, the man and the native boy were starting to figure out basic communication. A meteor had struck the sea and a giant wave was heading for the island.
Scrablevitle reached a recess in the dunes and clicked her claws several times. After a minute, the sand shimmered and a large clam shell unhinged itself, revealing a tidy opening into a tunnel below.
The tunnel went down and into the dunes, then opened out into a room lit by the glowing lichen clinging to the walls. "Snick snapp clakle crixxt" said Scrablevitle, "Blightnocht ch'kht shroomp!"
The lights grew brighter and a rumble resonated through the chamber. "Dako Dako Blightnocht!" roared a new voice as a single red stone appeared in the center of the chamber.
"Quite into theatrics" thought Scrablevitle. "Oh well, this should work - that's all that matters." Scrablevitle touched the stone with her large claw and tossed a few grains of sand on it with her small claw.
She began to chant:
"Blichnocht cawles Dako grabnost!"
"Blichnocht cawles Dako grabnost!"
"Blichnocht cawles Dako grabnost!"
The lights rose again, then died into darkness. All was silent.
--meanwhile--
The wave grew larger - the two humans on the beach looked up at the cresting foam, knowing that they would soon meet their gods. As they said their last prayers they noticed a red light grow in the southern sky and then a great lightning bolt shot directly into the middle of the wave.
--snazzzt--
They blinked and then saw that there was not a wave anymore, but a driving rain pelting them with water and getting them drenched, but there was no wave. Had they been dreaming? Had they seen a vision? They looked at each other, confusion and relief flickering through their expressions.
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I invite others to add to the story of our little crab and her adventures and the crustacean universe now open to you.
What a gas!
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Quit (no longer with us)
Array
this is a pretty good story, i like the chanting part the most, in fact i will attempt a translation:
big night crawles and dont grabs the most.
<img src="graemlins/fett.gif" border="0" alt="[The Fett]" />
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Array 
This all sounds pretty good except for one thing: It still sounds exactly like Arcon's thread. Just add a name for the man (Other than Arcon), and you're golden, with a pretty cool storyline. It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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Yes, this is true. This story is as boring if not more boring than arcon's version.
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You know 355, you're always knocking Arcon, but I don't see you doing any better.  Sugar and Spice and Everything Knives
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By the way, 355 - you try something with Rayen, and I'm coming after you. It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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want some help there Sir?? i'll be happy to lend a fist or two.. 
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It is the soldier, not the reporter, who has given us the freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us the freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who gives us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protestor to burn the flag. - Father Dennis Edward O'Brien, USMC
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That would be a challenge I'd like to see. I offered 355 the same challenge once upon a time, but it seems he did not want to take it then. Perhaps now he'll be a little more willing. So, shall a battle of words commence? Or are you all talk, no action, 355? "Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind."
-- Rudyard Kipling
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