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I found a frog lying in some moss in the forest near the asylum. Hmmm. I wondered... would the frog be soothing on my aching cornhole? I briefly entertained the idea but realized this was foolish. I moved on in search of something else.

My kingdom for some medicated ointment!!
 
With nothing better the to the tiger had been stalking spuriousmonkey for hours. Spuriousmonkey on a mission of upmost personal importance was getting more and more annoys all he wanted was a bit of peace an quite to do his buisness, but every time he found a quite place the tiger seem to be right there like a bad itch.
Finally alone to do his buisness, spuriousmonkey did it good, but he wondered where the tiger might had gone. Tracking back spuriousmonkey found the tiger in a clearing, crunched down on its front paws, looking at the sleeping frog in the mossy undergrowth.


Chuffing at the frog to see if it wake, the tiger chuffed a sound that tigers make, but the frog didn't wake. So the tiger was wondered what to do when spuriousmonkey came and sat down next to the him. Spuriousmonkey looked at the frog and though "time for my revenge", as he scooped little frog up the in his hands and ran away as fast as he could. Spurious ran and ran laugthing loud with the tiger close behind, when he suddenly tripped made a sommersault and landed face down in a small pond, with the tiger close behind.

Spuriousmonkey having dropped the frog in his fall. The frog was now sitting on a statue byt the pond watching the outcast and tiger running around the pond, each trying to find the frog before the other.

(i always thougth asylums where surround by walls, thinking about its they are not :))
(edit:this is not a good post)
 
The frog quickly dives into the pool of water, hoping she is not seen and hides under a lilypad. She watches the gentle sunlight dance across the ripples of the water, and suddenly sees a flash of red, and then another. Being careful to stay under the lilypad, she peers up at where the light was coming from, and to her surprise, there was dear Rosie turned into stone. She saw the flicker of light again and realized that Rosie had the ruby nestled solidly in her now stone petals. What awful trickery that must be undone. She went back under the water to think for herself awhile.
 
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DAY170

I few day ago, I had some a figure wearing a tiara, and went in for a closer look.
But before I moved closer, a bolt of lightning came down in front of me.
The force sent me back, and knocked me unconscious.

I woke up thirsty today, and went towards the water. On the way there, I bumped into the famous Flying Moose Statue. I could tell it was the Flying Moose Statue because of the red ruby on the moose's head.

As the story goes, there once was a flying moose. One day, a wizard got upset at the flying moose for hovering above while he was sunbathing. The wizard turned the flying moose into a statue. But he couldn't take it home. The magician turned the statue into a red ruby. If the ruby were to be placed on somebody's forehead, that person would turn into the Flying Moose Statue.

I looked at the statue wondering why anybody in their right mind would put the red ruby on their forehead. I took the red ruby off, and there before me was a depressed looking flying moose. The moose asked for the ruby back. "No way," I told the moose, "it's mine. Mine I tell you! It's MY PRECIOUS!!!!"

The flying moose not wanting the red ruby to cause anymore harm, munched the red ruby out of my hand, and flew off towards the mountains. I knew what it's plans were. It would journy to the Mountain of Moosedoom to throw the ruby into the firey pit where it would be destroyed once and for all.

I went to my hut and took a nap dreaming about my precious.
 
(lol, flying moose?, where did that one come from :), have to refigure my reply now :))
 
Ahh. A unicorn. I have a recipe for anal balm using ground unicorn horn. Now to capture it. I whistle and lunatics emerge from the woods and begin flinging shit at the unicorn. It looks shocked and dismayed. Unicorns have no defense agains shit-flinging. It should die of embarassment presently.
 
As I was standing there, all in stone, I saw how the geniatic Cool Skill was trying to mess around with my identity, and esp. with the identity of the ruby on my head. Apparently, he, in his parallel Sciniverse, thinks me or the ruby a flying moose. Which we are not! Not in this Sciniverse.

Anyway, as I turned to stone, that red ruby became a part of me, and some super sci-ish magic will be needed to get it off my head.

So, as I was standing there at the pond, pondering my ponderous demise, seeing myself in the pond, I saw these things happening:

There was a frog, looking at me. Her look was intriguing. She knows something. I wish I could speak or hear -- but my mouth and my ears are stoned, so I have to read from lips. But I am afraid the frog doesn't know that. She is under her lilypad. I hope she comes back. Please, dearest frog, absolve me from my stony misery!

Spuriousmonkey, of whose brain the once my petals and the scimichals in them are now a significant portion, went to his hut to sleep. In his mind, those scimichals began to do their work -- they gave the Monkey scidreams, that made his eyes go wooooom with REM. But I cannot see behind eyelids, so the Monkey will have to impart those scidreams on you, dear scireader, himself.

The Tiger was busy looking at himself in the pond: for his beauty is exquisite, his grace unsurpassable. Yes, this is the nature of all cats. Mirroring himself in the pond, he practiced scary and less scary yawns, but all of them most deliciously impressive.

Then, I saw the Pooman, once more proving that he has no sense of beauty whatsoever, so I won't lose any more words on him.

But then, a strange white creature caught my eyes: a unicorn. It strolled peacefully in the wood, to the pond to drink.
Before, the Pooman and his cronies were trying to besmirch him with their cheap poo tricks, but it didn't work -- as unicorns are safe from such perversities inflicting any harm to them.

Seeing the unicorn, I hoped it would notice the frog -- and they could come up with a plan of how to save me from that cruel stony magic.
 
Unicorns can smell tears for miles, and this one came to investigate the most compelling tears it ever smelt. Their smell was sweet and salty, a most irresistable combination to this particular unicorn. Like the tears of a rose.

But all the unicorn could see here was ripples in a pond... pondering ripples. It decided to be patient. A beautiful crying rose can't be that hard to miss for long.
 
(Heh heh. Rosa. My story is a strange one. I went into the insane asylum because of delusions of girls with blue feet. The drugs got to me while I was in there and then ILikeSalt showed up and turned my favorite chair to shit. Things degenerated from that point. I'm mad, but I can still appreciate beauty. ;))
 
Looking out from under her lilypad, Arditezza was looking at the tiger, at first she thought the tiger had lost its last remaining marbles, making strange faces while looking in the water, then it occurred to her the tiger was looking at its own reflection. Now she was wondering how long a tiger really could spend looking at its own reflection, at least an hour and come and gone. and the tiger didn't look the least bit tired of its self.

A rippled in the water, finally something happened. Swimming to the other side of her lilypad, Arditezza saw a beautiful white unicorn with strange brown spots, as it bend down to drink. The tiger had seen it to, but he seemed more annoy at the ripples in the water disturbing his reflection.
Walking around the pool, the tiger standing next to the unicorn looked at there reflections, "Look" the tiger said, "I looked better then you, and my teeth are bigger, oh and your smell funny to".

The unicorn bend down to drink from the pool, trying to ignore the persistant tiger. As he drank again, his horn touch the water near a liltpad in the pond. Where unseen a little frog jumped out hidding, grabbed hold of his horn and was liftted high in to the air, as the unicorn raised his head again.

From its vantage point high in the air on the horn of the unicorn, the frog could clearly see the statue of Rosa and the ruby embedded in her petals, taking aim Arditezza jumped and Landed on Rosa head between the petals. Sitting there Arditezza began to feel a little guilty, she blaming herself for Rosa being turned to stone. The frog cried a tear and thought about the all harm a simple spell had caused...

(why is there not a extra L in beautiful, like in full? how about batful <- thats a word :), eng is wierd... which by the way is spell weird even thou the presure is on the i, then there is th, ht... :))
 
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Casually surprised by all the unexpected activity around the serene rippling pond, the unicorn's attention is drawn to a peculiar statue by a frog that seemed to fall out of the sky. This must be a very special statue as well, because the unicorn's sensitive nose is alerted by more tears - big, frogtears this time. Why so much sadness?

As everybody knows, not only do unicorns have an exquisite sense of smell, but they are also very inquisitive creatures. They want to know things, and aren't afraid to investigate closer anything that puzzles them, especially not circumstances as intriguing as the one in which this particular unicorn finds itself. Few things would dare to harm a unicorn, especially a Grand White. The worst anyone ever tries is attempt to shame them.

Speaking of which - before satisfying its curiosity about the multitude of things happening around it any further - the unicorn plunges into the crystal water of the pond. It's had to endure a lot during its long life, but some behaviour went beyond even the noble unicorn's understanding. Nothing a quick bath wouldn't fix, though, but it was a great pity having to pollute a pond so pure... 'pollution begets pollution', thought the unicorn, absent-mindedly rubbing its proud neck against the lush grass rimming the pond. The tiger seemed a little jealous, as if it wished for a moment it had a glowing white horse's body, too - but that was ridiculous: tigers were fearsomely beautiful, even the white ones (especially the white ones! thought the unicorn).

But these musings didn't last long - the tears were too compelling to ignore. A statue... a crying rose... a crying rosy statue crowned by rubies and tearful frogs and lingering tigers. There was magic in the air. But unicorns are magical animals. This puzzle had a solution, and the unicorn was already part of it...
 
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As I was sneaking through the jungle searching for prey to hunt, I came upon a strange scene.
A white unicorn was under fire from Invert and his shit flinging loonies. Overlooking the scene was a statue of Rosie, now where did this come from?
Strange... while I was still looking at the statue, I noticed the unicorn jumping into the pond to wash off the feaces. I notice that the strange coloured frog that I saw around the village was perched on the horn of the fabled horse creature.

Just then, I also noticed Kunax who sat at the edge ofthe pond, looking after the frog.

Perhaps I will stay here and watch how this situation develops.
 
As I flung shit at the unicorn attempting to bring it down to sever it's horn, I sensed something from edge of my field of vision. Something drew my eye as a moth to a flame. The poo-flinging of my insane compatriots continued unabated (everyone knows that the only thing that will stop a good poo-flinging is running out of poo or being out poo-flung by one's enemies) but their mad howls and the capering of the unicorn as it splashed in the pool ignoring these efforts faded. Faded and vanished. All was calm and quiet in the woods.

I saw... I saw a stone woman. A... stone rose. A rose woman. With a ruby in her petals. She was frozen in place. A perfect statue. I would have thought it merely stone had it not been for the eyes. The eyes were a picture of torment. Alive. These eyes. More alive than any I'd ever seen before as though the petrification of the body imbued the eyes with the totality of the body's life.

Tears streamed down the stony face of the petrified one. Hef stony visage glistened in the light of the mid-day sun. The tears pooled on her chin and dripped into the pond in an almost hypnotic arhythmical pattern.

Drip...drip... ... drip... dripdrip... ... ... drip...

I couldn't avert my eyes. I saw a flash of red in the hair(petals). A ruby, I thought. But, it was nothing. All the jewels in the world couldn't compare with those eyes.

I dropped my poo and began to walk forwards. Into the pond and wading towards the lovely statue. I felt poo strike me as my compatriots poor aim caused their flinging frenzy to strike me as well. I didn't care. Poo-flinging was nothing.

There was only those eyes. Clarity settled over my topsy-turvy world view. The chaotic thoughts inspired by drugs and poor psychological treatment melted away. All the hurts and woes of the past vanished. All was water under the bridge.

All that mattered were the eyes. The tears.

I came to stand before the statue. I was crying myself. Undoubtably leaving white steaks down my feces-encrusted features.

I murmered a prayer, "Forgive me, lady. I am a fool."

I held out my hands and cupped them beneath her chin. Her tears fell into my outstretched hands and slowly filled them. I proceeded to wash myself in tears. All the fears and bitterness that had driven me to asylum washed away with this annointment. Along with the encrusted feces. I cleansed myself there, body and soul. And in the end I was as a blank page awaiting a word.

I knelt there in my empty nakedness. In my blissful purity. Waiting. Waiting the word.


(Possible solution. Unicorns are supposed to be able to test the purity of a soul. It's a dangerous test however. Impale her with your horn.)
 
From my hiding place I saw Invert Nexus kneeling in front the unusual statue, he has cupped his hands as if catching water, and now he starts to wash himself with some liquid. I think I have to find a better vantage point.

The loonies Invert has brought with him are still flinging poo indiscriminate at everything that moves into their line of fire. This is getting annoying, perhaps I should drive them away.

As I move throgh the woods, I am now in a position from which I can see the front of the statue, and I am surprised to find vivid eyes that move and drip tears. This is no statue, it must be the real Rosie. For some moments I stare at her...
 
(A 2nd solutions would be Arditezza tears, since shes already part of the druid magic. *cough* white tigers are fake :)*cough*)
 
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Suddenly stopping to look the tiger squarely in the eyes, the unicorn wills it to have faith, piercing its gentle facade of vanity as if addressing all the self-doubt in him. All self-doubt anywhere. The solution will present itself.
 
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