Originally posted by Redatom65
There Once was a Nantucket, but enough about that chap, he has nothing to do with what I'm about to type and you are about to read. Our story begins many years ago, the days of Mohawks and mullets and Thundercats and Transformers. We see a small jewish boy in the suburbs of California. His father, who left him and his mother for an Asian that strangely looked like Yoko Ono, this story is about Tricksterpriest, before the obsession. To overcompensate the loss, of her dear, dear Asian seeking obsession, Mrs. Trickster became over obsessive with her dear boy, having him sleep in the same bed as her, up until he would be 17, much like one king of rock and roll, Elvis Presley. Though his mother was not from the south, she had a thick southern belle accent, which she believed would attract men, and indeed she succeeded, as her career, is as you, the reader, would expect, a mattress saleswoman(Bet You Didn't See That Coming!). Though young Trickster was never aware of this, as long he had his spam on his dinner table, and his microwavable Macaroni and Cheese, he didn't complain. Not long before his first day of school, Mrs. Trickster brought home their first TV, in which immediately young Trickster became glued to. With such addictive shows like Mr. Ed, The Beverly Hillbillies, The Brady Bunch, and most of all. The Teenage Mutant Turtles. He became as obsessed with Donatello as he is today with Big Blue. He began wearing a purple cloth around his eyes everywhere he went after cutting two eyes. This included his first day of school. Such a lovely day. No one seemed to care he was wearing such a cloth, it was the fact it was purple. Donatello was the Dan Aykroyd on ghostbusters, of TMNT. And the kids would have much more liked it if he had worn say, Michael Angelo. They egged him, and whipped him, Trickster was so saddened and depressed, but did not know how to vent his feelings, threat when he came home, he saw an old mac, that his mom had just bought and a pile of x-men comics. Instead of crying, he went on the mac and found hentai and in the comics found big blue. Such a strong blue man, really became an authority figure to young trickster, and a role model. For now on, if Trickster would be made fun of, he's solve his problems by killing the student...Joe Quesada style! durfistSmurf really liked to act as an authority figure, and though Hercules wold have much rather made him eat his own lip, he kept to himself. Face, never really liked listening to Smurf, ah yes Smurf. The Burly Canadian Lumberjack, who likes to hear his own wit, complimented by a crowd of brown noses, and surely likes to put down others like he was Donald Trump. And every time he'd instruct Face to do something, it didn't end well. And of course, dearest Guy would have to come in and break it up. Currently, down by a creek to refill upon food supplies, and to fill up their cantines, Herc relaxed under the shade of a tree petting a squirrel with a dur expression. it was becoming increasingly obvious Badabing had his affect on him. Grey Fox, and Smurf were debating on Sparrows max flight speeds, to the point where spit was flying upon one another, spit that carried odd diseases, that most mongooses had never previously heard of. HIV? WHAT!? Face and Guy sat by the creek, just staring in it looking to catch a cool rock that just might happen to pass by. Couldn't these fools realize they were no match for the apocalypse love nest castle in which Redatom and company were locked away? All Smurf had was his wit which was as sharp as the person it was aimed upon, thus making his wit toward Trickster being quite dull! What? I'm kidding! There was a crumpled up squirrel thing where hercules had sat, as he made his way toward a spat invested Smurf. He was about to inform him, that they better continue, before Ash does something dreadful towards Bada. It was becoming increasingly scary how often these two were spending their time with one another, but the reader can infer what they need to. Smurf, saying "sufferinsuckntash!" in the same fashion as one Warner Brothers feline, known today as Sylvester(Smurf, I'll have you know, had me edit this). All the invested spit hit Hercules and....
What'd ya know, Face and Guy found a rock!
Hercules gathered the crew, to continue, and had to pull Smurf's head out of the ground to press onward. Smurf glaring in an evil fashion as herc's back grabbed a knife out of his pocket, and crabbed a rather large stick as he followed behind the others.
TO BE CONTINUED
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