Story

So, my friend asked for a bedtime story, so this was a story that I just wrote out on the fly. Thought I'd post it here so I dont' forget.

I know the grammar probably isn't great or punctuation, but it was typed in messenger :P


Well, I will tell you about the Dweller Prince...
his minions were all those small things noone ever wants to govern
like the little crabs that sit in caves
and the fungi that grows in dark places
most people think they don't have minds and can't be goverened
but they are one of the best untapped subjects in the world
they are one of the only peasants that will do things with the dead things so you don't have to worry about them
well, there were many other subjects
once upon a time he was the Prince of Trolls and Dwarves until they decided they were too good to be ruled by him
they wanted Gods
One day the Dweller Prince sat upon his throne made of stone covered in mold for cushion
it was that goldish mold, it made him seem more regal
To describe the Prince as blunt would be like saying Elves were vain
if you didn't want to really examine it, it seemed adequate until you spent your time around them
the fact is, the prince didn't have to elaborate with words at all
Fungi and crabs didn't care about being politically correct
Dmitri was the name of the Dweller Prince
well, in fact he was called many different things but it's hard to translate the Fungolese into English
He had been up in the world quite often
there was many fungi that were out there and crabs that wandered out that had started families and clans out in the sunlight
He actually kind of liked sunlight, it helped cast light on things to show their true nature
but as day only happens during the daytime, he only liked sun part of the time
somethings needed to spend time clouded and mysterious
One day, a young maiden wandered into the cavern that was his Palace.
She noticed the make-shift torches and Cavern sketchings and thought maybe she had wandered upon an old hermits home
she had heard that many had lived out here
She wandered farther down in, as she had been looking for adventure away from the humdrum life of the castle
Apparently she had lived around people, because she didn't think to look where she was stepping and slipped on some mold which caught her unawares and she quickly cascaded down a passage
Finally she thumped into some hard stone
As she stood up, rubbing her hind quarters, she tried to shake off all the moistness that had drenched her clothes from top to bottom
She didnt' notice the pair of eyes that were staring at her in the dark
"What are you doing in my castle," Questioned Dmitri.
Startled, reaching for the only thing to defend herself and jumping back, the young lady pointed a crab at the dark Shadowed figure
The crab would have normally defended, but what are you supposed to do when you are being aimed in a hostile way at your king?
"Put down Clyde," Dmitri said flatly.
The girl looked at the shelled thing in her hands, finaly realizing what it was and squeeled as young women do
She tried to run back up the passage but couldn't get a grip on the wet moss
She was positive she was going to be eaten alive
That's what cave monsters do, she'd heard stories when she had stow-awayed in the inn after hours when she was supposed to be in bed
Dmitri stepped out of the darkness to reveal his stature.
He was quite short, but his possession of the space aroudn him made him look as if he was enormous
It was only magnified by the narrowness of the cave
He was clad in furs and an armour made of crab shells
strangely it looked very strong
His face was shrouded by dark coal like soot over his face
The girl wasn't sure what to do
it looked like ti was human
but it cast a aura over her that she wasn't sure wasn't sure what to do
He walked over and grabbed her and just lifted up to her feet
she wasn't sure what to do
it came so quick and sharply she couldn't even fight back
"I..I....I didn't mean to ummm be...here?" she said, not sure what to say to a man who was obviously going to harm her.
He grabbed her hand and started pulling her up the passage, stepping to the side of the moss, wedging his feet in the corners of the passage and waddled up the passage to the top until they were outside again
He led her outside, gently letting go of her hand as she walked out and then he walked back in
She stood there, waiting, expecting something bad to happen to her
but....it never did
She knew she should go home, but she was fascinated by this situation
why did he just let her go?

Paksha Rhetoric

Paksha make dis ting so when Paksha get smart ideas, Paksha have place put dem! Paksha also want place for Paksha friends talk 'bout stuff wit' Paksha. Paksha not write lots of words.

People notice dat it seem da modern Philosophers not really "Philosophers"? Paksha thot be Philosophy major type person but Paksha tink otherways now. Paksha think tha peoples that try to think about life continually forget about life of everyday.