Daily Archives: April 13, 2019

decision

Spongeberg Resident’s last creative activity in Whitehead Crossing before the move to Our Second Lyfe was a temple complex at the very uppermost portion of Green Stream’s Korean Channel, reachable by the log bridge pictured below.

The centerpiece was suppose to be Seven Stone but modified to 12 in the construction. Spongeberg rationalized this by saying the 7th was pregnant at the time and had 5 children rocks to top the structure.

Spongeberg’s energy spins on from world to world. The Baker Family now has a chance to buy a pretty big chunk of cheap land in the center of the Route 13-14 peninsula, connecting Whitehead Crossing to BoB in a more direct way. In fact, I think I’ll just make a call to the wife (who’s out of town currently visiting her poor, sick father), to wish her Happy Anniversary and also ask if buying the virtual land is okay. I’m sure she’ll be good with it, but she always seems to tell me about her expenditures that may amount to over 50 dollars or so. Potentially amount in this case, for the land itself is only 25 bucks and tier for 3 weeks will be 32 additional dollars. And I have the option to sell the 8192 square meter parcel before that, perhaps for more than what I bought it with. A question then becomes: What happens after this 3 week “grace” period?

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Okay, Happy Anniversary wished, permission granted, and so I’m going to purchase the 8192. Before I do, a word about the word BoB.

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Okay, purchased land (!) Didn’t want to wait.

Now: about BoB.

(to be continued)

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short story

“I think it will be a good day in BoB today, don’t you think sister of mine?”

“BoB willing. Let me check my hand mein sister.”

“The veins indicate good fortune and good weather. The arteries I feel inside the veins dictate strength within weakness.” She put her ivory hand back in her lap. “It is time to venture out into the No Sayers Land. It is time to say Yes to No.”

“Last time…” Esther ventured.

“I know, I know. We will take Terrible Tarantula this time for ease of negotiation. Bring forth the Cage of Time!”

Significant pause. “I don’t know where that is sister of mine. We might have left it at Jim’s. How about the Fence of Space?”

“Very well,” Esther relents. “The Fence… of Space!”

“There he is, mein sister,” quivered Esther, turning around to behold the manifested demon dog corralled by an invisible barrier. “The terrible, horrible Tarantula. More Terrible than Horrible, hence the name.

“That one day when he ate friend Jim Buffet was pretty horrible,” offered sister Mamie.

“Indeed. But also terrible. And Terrible is what we need today to protect. What else do we got?”

“Erm, Plaid the Imploder? That’s all I got.”

“Bring forth! Wait… we need a safe container… forgot. Always forgetting that. Let’s see Fence of Space — Terrible Tarantula’s occupying that right now. Can’t let *him* loose like before. “How about the Box of Chocolates. Box of Chocolates!” she summons.

“Oh no! Left open!” they screamed in terrible, horrible unison.

Jim had just killed his two bestest friends he ever had in the world. He observes from heaven. “Oh no! Left open!” he cries in turn. But with sarcasm.

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