dreamers..

phase 1.. to be continued

alright so since you suck at stories, i feel moved to really complete this story of none sense that was started yet never finished.. as well as being board out of my mind at tims house and everyone is sleeping still and surfing/lurking can only be entertaining for so long.
with that said.. STORY TIME!

a long, long time ago.. not my time, nor even your time.. but another time when chickens arms where strong enough to give them flight, and a time when dragons roamed the skies in amazing colors- there was an old folk story about this bicycle that had crazy abilities, if one where to pedal fast enough it would take flight and bring the driver where ever they so desired. this was always just a legend, the truth was never really known about this magical bicycle.
anyways far away from anything there was this village and in this village there was many families- a close knit group indeed and in this village there was a young man by the name of kirkpatrick, our good sir who would every now and then go by patrick.. this individual was not of this world, he knew he was meant for better, something more significiant then this little village of his. on the daily he would go and explore the the surrounding area- his mother was always worried, cause the village was plagued by rabid packs of pugs.(that looked like below)


these creatures would swarm around the village and wreck havic wherever they went they would beat up old ladies, drink peoples tea, didnt take there shoes off when entering house holds- tracking mud everywhere! those jerks,
they would wear bowler caps, smoke cigars and drank Brandy on the rocks- they gave fear to any innocent passer-bys. and this is the reason no one ever left the village, the mer thought of being alone in the woods with the raging pugs was just to much to think about. as time passed our friend kirkpatrick would continue his journeys to the woods unscatted by the thought of being in a dark ally with the rumored pug gang.
it was a Tuesday and kirk was roaming, stumbling through the thick forrest that surrounded the village, as he was making his way through he started hearing the grunt, the gnarls, and the burbs of this vicious pack of pugs, for the first time our hero gets scared and starts to run in a panic. while trying to run away from the impending danger from this bevy of pugs he looks back and in the moment..
BOOM!! slams into something, he is knocked unconscious. everything is dark and nothing is visible.
upon coming back to reality or so he thinks all he can make out was this massive thing of a beast slowly walking our hero found himself in a cold dreary cave. as he starts to get up and look around he notices something shining over in the distance. being a curious young man he walked over to this shinny object.. and it appeared to be a sword or something of the sort- he walks over and feeling the urge of something better grabs the sword and with a mighty thrust effortless looking pulled this magnificent thing of a sword out of the stone which it was inpalled into..
his mission was conceived at this point.

to be continued… YIKES!~