Manifest Destiny

[vovan]

Ummm... Chris? You think this is funny, do you?

Well, what can be funnier than real life? That's right, there is already a similar show. Called "Pet Psychic". They show it like every weekday evening on some funky public tv channel. I've never watched it, but when I first saw an ad for it on tv, I almost fell off the couch laughing.

[ChrisiusMaximus]

Are you pulling my paw vovy

[Centauri18]

No, he's right. It's on the channel called Animal Planet, one of those Discovery Channel off-shoots. I've seen commercials, but not the actual store. But it's a real show. Insane, but a real show. And people take it seriously.

[ChrisiusMaximus]

Damn just like me to miss the boat, oh well maybe there's a niche in the UK I can break into.

[gooberboob]

I've seen the show, it's called the pet psychic, and it's just a crazy lady who complains on behalf of animals, she once claimed that a Llama wanted to go to a show and wear a hat and a scarf. The guy that owned the llama tried to take the scarf away and the llama spat on him... it was great, I laughed my face off!!

[SKILORD]

I might have to take fluffy away from you guys....

[SKILORD]

I'm getting chapter 14 done now.

[SKILORD]

Chaprter 14: Victory Stolen

In Boston the trail had heated up.

THe men of the city had taken interest in the traveller who was so knowledgable about the world outside Boston, but sadly for those who followed him so had the ladies, He was accused of a pregnancy, and the people of Boston, being old fashioned, found this no joking matter.

The grandfather to be was particularly upset,more so than either his daughter or any other three people in the town, he had bullied the young man who had once been betrothed to his daughter into fighting with the men who followed the theif of virginity and honor. He had no intentions of marrying her now, she was marred forever, she wasn't perfect enough to deserve him anymore.

Now Will and the native cirlcled each other in the grassy town square, Will had surrendered his shirt, claiming it limited his motions. And his slim, muscled frame stood a stark opposition to the wirey frame of his opponent. Will expected little to come of this for Boston.

Neither man was willing to accept the responsibility, the guilt of the first strike, the circled until the native, who felt that right was on his side, moved in with a jab, which Will sidestepped easily, punching the other man in the ribs.

THe native backed off, watching Will warily, lifting his arms to defense, Will had the initiative now, his opponent knew he wouldn't waste it, a single punch had told him so much about his opponent's style. He was grinning, ready for Will to charge.

Will charged, and the other man, expecting it, grabbed the ex soldier's wrists, and placing his foot gently on the traveller's chest rolled back, tossing him across the ring of spectators. When Will fell he soon found the other man on top, landing punches. Two, Three, Suddenly a thrist of hip freed him. and Will righted himself, wiping the blood from his face, this was not promising, but the other man's turn to strike had come.

THe Bostonian charged back, it was a strikingly uncharachteristic move, and almost caught Will off gaurd, the othe man didn't even punch, Will let loose a jab at the nimble figure.

Who quickly grabbed the arm. Soon Will had dodged a leg that had ventured to the back of his head, he fell to the ground, wondering what was happening to him. Soon he heard his arm crack lke celery, and looked over, numb with pain to see it broken. The victor stood up, to survey his conquest. With all the strength left in him Will kicked feircely at the other man's chest. As his opponent sucked for air Will crawled over to him, propelled on his good arm, and wrapped his arm into he collar of the shirt, cutting off the windpipe, until, with despair his final look to Will, the native passed out.

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(The variation of the 'flying armbar' enclosed above is untested, and frankly even in practice flying armbars are considered 'low percentage' at 'best'. It is not reccomended by the author, neither is fighting with an arm broken, or even allowing a fight to progress to the broken arm stage without submitting)
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Fluffy was becoming adept at mountain climbing.

With Bobb as his guide Fluffy had traversed the great mountains all the way to Salt Lake city, once capitaqil of the now displaced Mormon state, below him men took new vows, either to the Order of Latter day saints, whom the Mormons of the West still called themselves, or nto the Order of Latter day Crusaders, which banner the free Mormons flew. Customary protest bonfires burned from every street corner, the c5ty waqs 6n strike.The cats camped outside the city for days, watching the protests swell, the public grow in force.

The men with Rifkes were thrown from the city, burned upon pikes were the traitors to the church. The war would now turn around, promised Bringham Young, over the radio.

[ChrisiusMaximus]

I say keep the cats but nuke the mormons.

[vovan]

Yeah, the cat is the man! Ahem ... yes, the audience wants the cat

Good stuff, by the way, SKI.

[SKILORD]

The next chapter will have lots of Fuzzy.

[gooberboob]

Broken arm stage????? But that's just a flesh wound!

Never give in--never, never, never, in nothing great or small... never bothered to read the rest of your sig. SKI, but if victory is necessary, I say fight with the busted arm... it's all good

[ChrisiusMaximus]

SKILORD who said you could take time off ? how am I supposed to get through the day without a dose of your writing ?

Just kidding SKI looking forward to some more.

[vovan]

Hehe, some of us may need professional treatment for withdrawal symptoms here.

[ChrisiusMaximus]

Whats happening Ski dont say our most productive writer has got a touch of the dreaded block.