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    The Crazy Grass Hermit

    Prologue...

    In the cold dark rain a frail old withered body rose. Face splashed with drops of water as his eyes pried open to catch his surroundings. With small initial movements and aching joints he came to his knees first with a *Snap, Crackle, Pop* of his hinges.

    His grey beard and stash soaked, fingers wrinkled as he stumbled down the slopes and descended upon round hill, where he there hunkered over an open campfire. Then smiling with a crooked teeth grin he looked over round hill and his grin grew even larger as he viewed the shimmer over the moon on the lake surface.

    Part 1: One Million Apocalyptic Squirrels
    Part 2: This... Is... Barter Town!!!
    Part 3: Explosive Events
    Part 4: Totem Trouble

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    I have recklessly-- and possibly contrary to my own best interests-- subscribed to this thread.

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    Day 1 - One Million Apocalyptic Squirrels

    As the hermit crossed the expansive grass field whistling carelessly, his foot with a sudden snag caused his untimely collapse. Upon falling and his chin hitting the dirt with ample force he saw a terrifying sight... 1 million "apocalyptic squirrels"! Ravenous beast of the rolling planes around Glendale, known to chew off the ankles of their victims in their sleep.

    With momentary fear of the... 1 million "apocalyptic squirrels" the hermit quickly adjusted his eyes and prepared for the fight, upon adjustment 1,000,000 became one. Now that the odds had increased in the hermits favor he smiled gleefully as the small rodent chattered angrily bearing its rotten fangs.

    Quickly with a heavy stack of grass he whacked at the small creature fearlessly as it attempted to bite at him... jumping and darting around the small beast, afraid he may lose a toe or two. Then as the squirrel became exhausted no match for the speed of the lanky hermit, the final blow fell. The grass straw squished the innards of the tiny squirrel and victory was achieved at last.

    As the hermit skinned the corpse of the small furry creature, he prided himself on his execution of revenge for all the ankles the squirrel had probably chewed...

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    Day 3 - This... Is... Barter Town!!!

    Following the path through Glendale the hermit gazed upon a wonderful site... the most beautiful, a huge pile of scrap! There before his eyes was the the mother load and on top of it rested a walled structure. Without delay the hermit raced down the path... skipped hopped and splashed across the North Glendale River and... up the hill. Where a man stood at its top, tall and broad shouldered, face concealed by the shadow cast by the brim of his ranchers hat.

    "Name is Bale, Freon_Bale... Mayor of Barter Town, now who are you hut head?" the man said in a stern tone to the hermit... without saying a word the hermit gave Freon a few blades of grass and picked up a few loose nuts and bolts from the pile...

    "Ah, so you are a scavenger, well... Welcome to Barter Town, just stay out of trouble..." He stated with a chuckle before vanishing behind the metal walls.

    The hermits eyes lit up, much like a child in a candy store, grabbing random bits of leather and steel, pipes and trinkets the loud clattering filled the air... As he continued he piled higher and higher, heaps of random things, shiny things, and soft things, throwing them into random grass buckets he had woven. Before long Freon reappeared with a look of annoyance on his face.

    "Now you can't be movin in on top of the scavenge pile ya hut head, you gotta find a home to take yer junk back to." giving a face of disapproval towards the dozens and dozens of grass baskets the hermit had piled nearly waste high.

    So with his new collection the grass hermit and his 37 +1 grass buckets set out on a new adventure... for a home.

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    Ha! Good stuff, keep 'em coming m8

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    Nice RP, keep it up. Looking for more.

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