Post by Hiker Anthony on Feb 16, 2013 21:35:53 GMT -6
The sun shone brightly into the face of Hiker Anthony. The spring flowers were just beginning to bloom, and mourning dew was still moist on the ground. The city had a happy attitude to it and it's inhabitants reflected that nicely. Canals ran beneath and between the paved sides and near the small islands where the grass was perfectly green. The smell of the town was just as exiting and lively as the town itself, with the aromas of all the recently opened shops spreading into the summer air. The smell of running water covered all the other scents like a cool, pleasant blanket.
Hiker Anthony looked totally out of place. Being approximately the size of three bears with all of his gear on, he took up most of the walkways. His beard had grown quite a bit during his last expedition, and he didn't plan on shaving it for some time. He considered it a kind of trophy.
A man sang in Italian as he rode down the stream near Anthony in a push boat. It reminded Anthony of the days back home when his mother would scold him in Italian if he'd done something wrong. Not understanding a word of Italian, this was terrifying to the hiker-to-be and would traumatize him for the rest of his life.
On the inside, Hiker Anthony was screaming and wishing he was running away from the horrible singing Italian man. None of this showed on the outside, however, because he was busy having a conversation with the owner of a bakery. They were talking about doughnuts, and Anthony was happy to meet someone who shared his passion for fine paistries. The man also shared Anthony's interest in facial hair, and had a fine mustache. Anthony was almost lost in the course facial hairs when he looked to his left.
When he looked to his left, he saw her.
Why do I climb mountains? Because they're there!
Why do I train Pokemon? Because they're there!
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Post by Pharaoh Leap on Mar 9, 2013 23:01:32 GMT -6
And Alva Faunus existed. However, upon bearing witness to a particularly horrifying man donning the wardrobe of a hiker, he exploded. Spontaneously. Spontaneous combustion. And everyone ate hotdogs with grape jelly and lived happily ever after.
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Post by Hiker Anthony on May 25, 2013 16:48:44 GMT -6
More terrifying than any Italian Hiker Anthony had ever heard was the very thing he had just witnessed. No amount of fine bakery, no amount of finely honed facial hair could help ease the pain of what had just happened. The mysterious woman, whom Hiker Anthony had just decided was the love of his life, had just exploded, for no understandable reason, leaving nothing at all left.
"Why, O why is this terrible woe what greets me to this land!" Exclaimed the distraught Hiker. "Had I known that such sweet love would have led me to such bitter regret I should've never loved at all!"
The Moustache- clad Bakery owner was very, very confused, for many reasons. Firstly, and probably most obviously, because some girl had just randomly exploded about a block from his store. Ignoring just how weird and random that is, it can't be good for business. Secondly, he was confused to see this big old bearded guy suddenly crying on the ground and talking like he got dragged out of a Shakespearian play. Now that was definitely not good for business.
Hiker Anthony would never be the same, and from that day forward would live with a heavy burden on his soul. Regardless of what had actually caused this tragedy, he somehow felt like it was his fault.
Why do I climb mountains? Because they're there!
Why do I train Pokemon? Because they're there!
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