Kem Rixen
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The sun glistened on the leaves from the recently fallen rain, the leaves happened to be pilled, not in any particular fashion on a tree stump. The typical moment that starts any good story. From far down the road a man could be heard whistling, not any distinguishable tune. The whistling became louder as the man approached and it became easier to see him, he was almost three feet tall, and was wearing an Indiana Jones-like costume. He was on his way to a party, a costume party actually, where he would stumble into yet another clichéd moment.
But lets forget about him for a moment and focus on someone more interesting, Rex Pete, a man who recently discovered that tuna really weren't the chicken of the sea. He had discovered, what he called, the murderous Sea Chicken, which, in ancient times was said to rip ships in twain with its mighty wings. Up until this point the Sea Chicken was a think of myths, a mere fabrication, similar to that of the abominable snowman and the theory of gravity. This was an amazing discovered, dulled by the name, which, was wildly agreed to be a very poor name. Rex Pete was a man who had never been good at thinking up original names. In fact, if it hadn't been for his wife, he son would've been named Son, instead of Thomas, which is, of course, a much more respectable and reasonable name.
Rex Pete was currently located within an ancient Mayan temple, searching for the buried treasure of the notorious Blackbeard the pirate. Where Rex Pete got the unreasonable idea that the treasure was in a Mayan temple is a mystery unto itself, for it all started last Wednesday, or perhaps Thursday, either way, it doesn't matter the day. Rex Pete had walked out of his chrome colored apartment building onto the chrome colored street, wearing a very nice chrome colored suit. He walked down the chrome colored steps, past th e chrome colored plant, which seemed to be whithering actually. As he reached the bottom of the steps and started walking down the street, things ceased immediately to be chrome, for it was only where Rex Pete lived that things were required to be chrome. Rex Pete put up with it as the rent was very low for such a nice apartment, even if he did get a lot of strange looks in a chrome suit.
As he turned another corner, he saw a slip of paper fall out of an old lady's pocket, he dashed forwards to pick it up and give it to her, but when he looked up again, she was nowhere to be seen. He shrugged and looked at the paper, it was a map, a map that supposedly went to the treasure of the notorious Blackbeard the pirate, how the map ended up in that lady's pocket is a mystery unto itself. It was early Tuesday, or perhaps Wednesday, depending on when the previous account was....
The old lady had been driving her car down the street when she happened upon a car accident, when she got out of the car she saw a man getting out of the car, he was a tall man, about six feet tall and was wearing an Indiana Jones-like costume. He walked over to her and gave her a piece of paper, telling her, in an overly dramatic moment, that she would know when she needed it. The man began to walk away, he walked for days and nights, he enjoyed to whistle, so thats what he spent most of his time doing. He walked past a tree stump with leaves that glistened with the rain of newly fallen rain. In his travels he had heard of a party, a costume party, with his Indiana Jones costume he would fit in nicely. After an few uneventful hours he reached the costume party, he didn't have a ticket, but, with his good looks, he managed to coax them into letting him in.
Inside the party he met a beautiful women, it was love at first sight, they did everything together. They h ad children, and lived happily ever after, or they would've if he hadn't been thrown out of the costume party five minutes in for lewd gestures towards the female DJ.
But lets forget about him for a moment and focus on someone more interesting, Rex Pete, a man who recently discovered that tuna really weren't the chicken of the sea. He had discovered, what he called, the murderous Sea Chicken, which, in ancient times was said to rip ships in twain with its mighty wings. Up until this point the Sea Chicken was a think of myths, a mere fabrication, similar to that of the abominable snowman and the theory of gravity. This was an amazing discovered, dulled by the name, which, was wildly agreed to be a very poor name. Rex Pete was a man who had never been good at thinking up original names. In fact, if it hadn't been for his wife, he son would've been named Son, instead of Thomas, which is, of course, a much more respectable and reasonable name.
Rex Pete was currently located within an ancient Mayan temple, searching for the buried treasure of the notorious Blackbeard the pirate. Where Rex Pete got the unreasonable idea that the treasure was in a Mayan temple is a mystery unto itself, for it all started last Wednesday, or perhaps Thursday, either way, it doesn't matter the day. Rex Pete had walked out of his chrome colored apartment building onto the chrome colored street, wearing a very nice chrome colored suit. He walked down the chrome colored steps, past th e chrome colored plant, which seemed to be whithering actually. As he reached the bottom of the steps and started walking down the street, things ceased immediately to be chrome, for it was only where Rex Pete lived that things were required to be chrome. Rex Pete put up with it as the rent was very low for such a nice apartment, even if he did get a lot of strange looks in a chrome suit.
As he turned another corner, he saw a slip of paper fall out of an old lady's pocket, he dashed forwards to pick it up and give it to her, but when he looked up again, she was nowhere to be seen. He shrugged and looked at the paper, it was a map, a map that supposedly went to the treasure of the notorious Blackbeard the pirate, how the map ended up in that lady's pocket is a mystery unto itself. It was early Tuesday, or perhaps Wednesday, depending on when the previous account was....
The old lady had been driving her car down the street when she happened upon a car accident, when she got out of the car she saw a man getting out of the car, he was a tall man, about six feet tall and was wearing an Indiana Jones-like costume. He walked over to her and gave her a piece of paper, telling her, in an overly dramatic moment, that she would know when she needed it. The man began to walk away, he walked for days and nights, he enjoyed to whistle, so thats what he spent most of his time doing. He walked past a tree stump with leaves that glistened with the rain of newly fallen rain. In his travels he had heard of a party, a costume party, with his Indiana Jones costume he would fit in nicely. After an few uneventful hours he reached the costume party, he didn't have a ticket, but, with his good looks, he managed to coax them into letting him in.
Inside the party he met a beautiful women, it was love at first sight, they did everything together. They h ad children, and lived happily ever after, or they would've if he hadn't been thrown out of the costume party five minutes in for lewd gestures towards the female DJ.
