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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Dec 27, 2008 6:40:00 GMT -4
"Goodness" the woman says, before following you.
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Post by Ebak on Dec 27, 2008 18:32:46 GMT -4
laughs "huh? What ever do you mean?"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Dec 28, 2008 0:06:25 GMT -4
"Oh, nothing. Just admiring the work of the Maze." she says before throwing some dust at you
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Post by Ebak on Dec 30, 2008 18:18:52 GMT -4
I cough on the dust and wave it away "Mon due! What did you do?" I fart, blushing a little.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Dec 30, 2008 18:48:11 GMT -4
"Just a little something...extra..." she laughs as a tingle wells up in your body.
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Post by Ebak on Dec 31, 2008 17:00:53 GMT -4
"What iz 'appening now?!" I shout as I fart, I also absentmindedly honk my nose.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jan 1, 2009 17:56:15 GMT -4
"Make a clown wish, my dear" said the woman "and it will come true!"
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Post by Ebak on Jan 10, 2009 20:52:42 GMT -4
I try to fight with my minds suggestions of wishing for something hilarious or funny, but in a lapse of concentration, the other person takes the wheel of my mind. "Hehe! I wizh zat I believe completely zat I was raized in france as a clown, born a clown, raized a clown." My normal side wrestles back control "No, I don't want that...I..."
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jan 10, 2009 21:00:31 GMT -4
But it was too late, the magic dust poured into your open mouth, causing you to cough, and then you felt a numb tingle in your mind.
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Post by Ebak on Jan 10, 2009 21:03:27 GMT -4
I blink "Where am I." I look around, a blank expression on my face. "Who am I?..."
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jan 10, 2009 21:08:22 GMT -4
Suddenly memories flash through your brain, faster than you could imagine. You see your mother and father, two beautiful clown people, standing infront of of the Effel Tower, with a small child clown, you...waving. Other memories, like your first prat fall, your when your nose started to grow in...it was almost too much...your head swam with your new identity...a very clowny french...clown...and you always had been. The old you had never existed, in your memory anyway.
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Post by Ebak on Jan 10, 2009 21:15:02 GMT -4
I shake my head and giggle "Oh! Oui! I rememberr now! I waz born a clown in france." I laugh and honk my nose. "For a clown I can be very ztoopid zometimez!" I take out my passport, that too changed. "But what iz my name?"
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jan 12, 2009 22:47:15 GMT -4
"Well, what name do you thin suits you..." said the woman as she heard you speaking outloud.
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Post by Ebak on Jan 17, 2009 22:47:59 GMT -4
with a flash a nametag appears on my shirt reading "Buttons T. Clown". Memories of the name fill my head. "Hyuck hyuck! Buttons The Clown! I was called Buttons because all my outfits have huge buttons. Laughs and farts as he continues through the maze.
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Post by Lord Hugo Prosperio on Jan 17, 2009 22:53:15 GMT -4
"Have fun...buttons..." said the woman, before she vanished, and left you to wander down the path by yourself.
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