Worst... day... EVER! Wait, nev mind.

Ok. This is what happened today.

My crew and I went on a campin' trip. The only reason we did is because SOMEONE, SOMEONE had to crash the boat into Gooses Demise. Gooses Demise is an island protected by a buncha geese, named by someone who didn't know that the plural of 'Goose' was 'Geese.' Anyway, the person who crashed our BOAT was definitely not me.

Hold on, I have to do some dishes.

He totally did. A note from Omar the Bold.

I'm going to ignore that magical paragraph that magically appeared above the one I'm writing now; mother DID always tell me to do that. Anyway, whilst Franky the Shipwright tried to fix the Bloodhound, we set up some tents and tried to sleep. Around midnight, I heard shouts coming from a short distance away. Grumbling, I grabbed my Nun-Chucks and stomped off toward the noise, fully intending to kill whoever it was.

I saw lights ahead. Suddenly, a shrimp came running up and punched me in the whozits. "You're IT!" Shrimpy yelled, turning and sprinting off to who knows where. After I got up from rolling around on the ground in pain for five minutes, I looked around me. To my surprise, I was in a camping ground! As I looked around, I saw members of every class present, including the wannabe classes, like astronauts and cowboys. Pirates and Ninjas were BBQing together, Clowns were telling jokes to a large bunch of robots, and Dentists were refraining from doing anything to anyone's teeth. I didn't understand, since it's always been in the legends that there was only one place where all the classes could come together: Last Haven. Looking around, I saw a sign: 'Welcome to Last Haven Camping Ground!"

Figures.

Since everyone in my crew was mad at me for some reason, I decided NOT to tell them about this place and struck up a conversation with a Pirate. The pirate claimed that he was Jack Sparrow, but I immediately corrected him by reminding him that he wasn't Jack Sparrow, he was 'Captain Jack Sparrow.'

'Ya got me,' the pirate said. 'I'm Mas. teh Pirate."

Moving my sleeping bag next to the camp ground, Mas and I vowed we would 'borrow' some of his pirate clan's ships and have a war over them. Early the next morning, we jumped on the boats and went off. After we reached the center of the lake, we decided that it was a good place to duel. Pulling out my metal Nun-Chucks, I began to viciously smack and attack Mas, while Mas blocked with his sword. Suddenly, Mas rammed me with his elbow, and I fell off my boat and hit the water.

Despite the fact that I CAN swim, I'm not very good at it. So when I hit the water, I panicked. Flailing around wildly and grabbing onto the edge, Mas helped me back up onto the boat. I asked, "Where are my Nun-Chucks?"

"You had em when you went over!" Mas replied. That's when I knew. They were sunk forever.

I was inconsolable. I vowed to kill Mas one day, and went wearily back to the crew, who had finally got the boat up and running. When everyone discovered I had lost the Nun-Chucks that I had stolen from that Ninja, they laughed and laughed and laughed until I killed one of them in a fit of anger. They then decided to pick on me one noche less.

Pulling into Urbia, I was depressed. It was back to a single Ax; no longer would I be able to use my Wildanceamancer NunChuck/Ax combo ever again.

It was the worst day EVER.

But then, I got an idea. I could make my own!

Running into the woods, I quickly gathered everything I need, and soon, I was done making them! I had made solid, sturdy wooden Nun-Chucks without any prior knowledge on how! If I had been a video game character, I would have gained a level in Craft.

DING!

Oops, I just did.

Anyway, so its not the worst day ever anymore.

Happy 50th!

Olaf the BAAAAALD!