The Pig King |
Shrooom |
Everything’s all funky… Which way is up? Which way is down? Is it that way? I don’t know. I think… I think I wanna go that way… Ow! My head hurts. Hey, Paula, what are you doing over there? You’re not supposed to be over there, you’re supposed to be over here, silly! You look a little hurt… Why don’t I heal you?
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9/6/09 |
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The Pig King |
Tough |
What do these kids think they’re doing on my beach? They should know that this spot is mine! Ness… I don’t know how, but I know that’s the kid’s name. Ness… The name sounds so… stupid! I hate this Ness kid! What kind of a name is that, anyway? Is he some sort of foreigner? I hate foreigners! I mean, I’m not from Summers either, but that doesn’t matter! I hate this kid, and I’m gonna tear him apart!
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The Pig King |
Shattered |
Darkness. That’s all there is for a while. You’re not sure who you are, or where you came from, and you weren’t even sure you existed until a few days ago, but now you know that you’re there, and you’re waiting for somebody. You don’t know who you’re waiting for, or why, but you know he’ll come to you, and you know what you need to do when he gets there. You’re not entirely sure what that is, but you know that you’ll know when the time comes.
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9/6/09 |
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The Pig King |
Tricky |
It was Halloween, just like any other normal Halloween, and I was going door to door, collecting candy. I stopped to think, that day, though, why do they call it trick-or-treating if you only get treats? Smiling, I stuffed some snakes into my bag(harmless garden snakes, of course, wouldn’t hurt a fly), and rang the next doorbell. As soon as the door opened, I swung the bag forward, shouting, “Trick!” as the old woman screamed.
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