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Journal Entry #3.
Please forgive me dear keeper of my thoughts... But it seemed fairer to maintain a dirrect correlation between the entries and the total number of friends rescued from that illusory Plutonian shore we know as slumberdom. Went back and changed the headings, though it may not show in the already saved records.
The Count decided to explore the depths of the caverns beneath his castle home... Seems there was a plaintive wa-wa rising from the subterranean level. Stalactites fell from above, making the master watch his step very carefully. There were also a few craggy steps leading up, down, sideways, and all roundabout leading to a nowhere in particular. The winding path presented no problem, since a trail of Doozerstick railings guided the Count towards his destination.
At the heart of the cave he found the ancient clearing... Kept clean from his beautiful bats' droppings, the dance floor was still perfectly pristeen. It hadn't been that long since we used it for our cavorting on the night the family was invited to the celebration which started this rollercoaster ride in the first place. A female ogre stood waiting by the cracks in the cavern wall, more of a giant teddy bear in a corset than a woman, but a monster nonetheless. She summoned more teddy bears, marching to a melody unheard by the human ear. Having vampire blood in him, the Count was able to pick out the waltz... Stepping in three-count time past the grizzly grouped trios. He moved in between one set of dancers only to make it to a second set, and then a third, and a fourth... Until he finally reached the ogress at the cracked cavern wall. One last dance, saved for her, deftly avoiding the falling stalactites in a quick three-step netted the Count his reward.
He was bathed in a short shower of magical essence, followed by a "Wocka-Wocka" behind him. He caught the ghostly form for a split-second before the comedian's trademark laugh greeted his fellows up on the mantle's shelves. The Two-Headed Monster's heads argued with each other, eventually agreeing it was good to see Fozzie, while Kermit just put his hand on the bear's shoulder welcoming him to the group. There was a brief clap of thunder as my roommate now had a glowing white 3 hovering above his head.
Please forgive me dear keeper of my thoughts... But it seemed fairer to maintain a dirrect correlation between the entries and the total number of friends rescued from that illusory Plutonian shore we know as slumberdom. Went back and changed the headings, though it may not show in the already saved records.
The Count decided to explore the depths of the caverns beneath his castle home... Seems there was a plaintive wa-wa rising from the subterranean level. Stalactites fell from above, making the master watch his step very carefully. There were also a few craggy steps leading up, down, sideways, and all roundabout leading to a nowhere in particular. The winding path presented no problem, since a trail of Doozerstick railings guided the Count towards his destination.
At the heart of the cave he found the ancient clearing... Kept clean from his beautiful bats' droppings, the dance floor was still perfectly pristeen. It hadn't been that long since we used it for our cavorting on the night the family was invited to the celebration which started this rollercoaster ride in the first place. A female ogre stood waiting by the cracks in the cavern wall, more of a giant teddy bear in a corset than a woman, but a monster nonetheless. She summoned more teddy bears, marching to a melody unheard by the human ear. Having vampire blood in him, the Count was able to pick out the waltz... Stepping in three-count time past the grizzly grouped trios. He moved in between one set of dancers only to make it to a second set, and then a third, and a fourth... Until he finally reached the ogress at the cracked cavern wall. One last dance, saved for her, deftly avoiding the falling stalactites in a quick three-step netted the Count his reward.
He was bathed in a short shower of magical essence, followed by a "Wocka-Wocka" behind him. He caught the ghostly form for a split-second before the comedian's trademark laugh greeted his fellows up on the mantle's shelves. The Two-Headed Monster's heads argued with each other, eventually agreeing it was good to see Fozzie, while Kermit just put his hand on the bear's shoulder welcoming him to the group. There was a brief clap of thunder as my roommate now had a glowing white 3 hovering above his head.