#1451 Zombi Warlock
Today's story and sketch by me #1451, isn't about what my first reaction when I saw the pedestrian who arrived through a space portal clutching the ancient black Apple Tree, as you can see why my first thought was this Guy was A Zombie Warlock. But after I interviewed the guy, it turns out he is not a Warlock, but a goat herder from Spadra, a small moon at the far end of Dimension three, known for it's cute black fuzzy fleece goats, and black apples. His broom has no magical powers, it's only used to clean up after his goats. Seems when he was laying napping, next to the ancient black Apple Tree, he heard a horrifying loud rumbling and saw a Big Black Cloud, heading directly at him. And as it was approaching, it was sucking up his goats by the dozens. His last memory of Spadra, was clutching the Ancient Black Apple with every bit of his strength. That was two days ago, and only moments ago the same black cloud came out of the sky, and dropped the Back Apple Tree, being clutched by the goat herder. Just how and why, this all happened, and how some of the apples, the goat herder and his broom came to this spot on our Tropical Volcanic Planet we call Budahunga. What happened to the herders goat's, may be a mystery , we may never solve, until next time, Tata the Rod Blog.
#1451 Zombi Warlock
Today's story and sketch by me #1451, isn't about what my first reaction when I saw the pedestrian who arrived through a space portal clutching the ancient black Apple Tree, as you can see why my first thought was this Guy was A Zombie Warlock. But after I interviewed the guy, it turns out he is not a Warlock, but a goat herder from Spadra, a small moon at the far end of Dimension three, known for it's cute black fuzzy fleece goats, and black apples. His broom has no magical powers, it's only used to clean up after his goats. Seems when he was laying napping, next to the ancient black Apple Tree, he heard a horrifying loud rumbling and saw a Big Black Cloud, heading directly at him. And as it was approaching, it was sucking up his goats by the dozens. His last memory of Spadra, was clutching the Ancient Black Apple with every bit of his strength. That was two days ago, and only moments ago the same black cloud came out of the sky, and dropped the Back Apple Tree, being clutched by the goat herder. Just how and why, this all happened, and how some of the apples, the goat herder and his broom came to this spot on our Tropical Volcanic Planet we call Budahunga. What happened to the herders goat's, may be a mystery , we may never solve, until next time, Tata the Rod Blog.