#1446 The Elf
Today's story and sketch by me 1446, is a strange tale about the pedestrian who just moments ago was spit out of a Grey Swirling Stargate, just a few feet in front of me. I was just walking about taking a few photographs, just as the Stargate made a terrifying whirring sound like a gig buzzsaw. I could have gotten startled, scared, or just had the auto reflex to run like hell, but having seen things on this Tropical Volcanic Planet we call Budahunga, that are so terrifying, that I can't talk about them, for fear it could traumatize anyone who hears the stories, to the brink of a complete mental breakdown. Or trigger a schizophrenia so severe you would never come out from under your bed. So for your own safety, those will have to be stories for another time. But today's tale is pretty ordinary for the most part, this pedestrian while piloting his Personal Mobility Antigravity Scooter, when he was picked up by a Blue Dimension Dust Devil, and transported through many dimensions before arriving here. The pedestrian was taking his Elf for a ride, Elfs love riding with the wind in their faces. (think of it like it's a Green Big Eared dog thing, that Screeches a lot). But they are very loyal and protective to There owners. The only downside owning one, is there flatulence, which smells like Smoking Swamp Gas. Which could be caused from there diet, but that will have to be a story for another time, until then Tata the Rod Blog,
#1446 The Elf
Today's story and sketch by me 1446, is a strange tale about the pedestrian who just moments ago was spit out of a Grey Swirling Stargate, just a few feet in front of me. I was just walking about taking a few photographs, just as the Stargate made a terrifying whirring sound like a gig buzzsaw. I could have gotten startled, scared, or just had the auto reflex to run like hell, but having seen things on this Tropical Volcanic Planet we call Budahunga, that are so terrifying, that I can't talk about them, for fear it could traumatize anyone who hears the stories, to the brink of a complete mental breakdown. Or trigger a schizophrenia so severe you would never come out from under your bed. So for your own safety, those will have to be stories for another time. But today's tale is pretty ordinary for the most part, this pedestrian while piloting his Personal Mobility Antigravity Scooter, when he was picked up by a Blue Dimension Dust Devil, and transported through many dimensions before arriving here. The pedestrian was taking his Elf for a ride, Elfs love riding with the wind in their faces. (think of it like it's a Green Big Eared dog thing, that Screeches a lot). But they are very loyal and protective to There owners. The only downside owning one, is there flatulence, which smells like Smoking Swamp Gas. Which could be caused from there diet, but that will have to be a story for another time, until then Tata the Rod Blog,