Summer Files: Hawaii 3

When the day started, the sun found me creeping along the water's edge, snorkeling my way around the perimeter of the islands. I'm pretty sure I got the first kill, since I found some stupid pirate SLEEPING when the clock struck twelve.

He's dead now, if you were wondering.

About halfway through the day, I decided to try something new again. I pulled a body-sized tortilla wrap out of my bag of infinite storage, wrapped my self in it, and laid down.

And I kid you not: Almost nine thousand people fell for it.

Ooops, I made a typo. Almost nine thousand people did NOT fall for it. See, my plan was for hungry people to come up, see food, try to eat, and I choke them to death. NO! Not what happened. They saw the tortilla wrap, and immediately tried to stab it. I had to kill each and every single one the normal way! Twas a good ninja day, though; I had barely seen ANY ninjas the whole time, but I killed over two thousand today.

Oh yeah; one of the nine thousand people who did NOT fall for it was Omar the Bold. He came up and began stabbing it. Since all Vikings made a truce not to kill each other during the competition, I yelled, "OMAR! It's me!" He paused.

"Olaf?" He asked.

"Yep, just trying to get some more kills," I said smugly."Like my trick?"

"YES! YOU'RE ALIVE!" he yelled. What a good friend! He was concerned about whether or not I was alive!

After the outburst, Omar began trying to stab the tortilla wrap again. "What a good thing to talk about in my blog, at omarhatesolaf.blogspot.com! I finally kill Olaf, mexican style!"

AT that precise moment, a huge being surfaced from the waters edge, not fifteen feet away from us. It was Thor.

"AH, I just finished beating up on Poseidon! It was great!" He yelled. Suddenly, he looked down and saw Omar stabbing me repeatedly, since he was obviously suffering from short-term memory loss about my presence.

"NO! HE STILL HAS TO FULFILL HIS DESTINY!" Thor yelled, zapping Omar with with hammer. Omar fell backward, sizzling. Thor looked embarrased.

"Olaf, you are too much trouble to keep alive;" he said, flying up into the air.

No clue what he was talking about.

Anyway, as Omar sizzled like bacon, I was promptly tried to be eaten upon by a few thousand more people. I finally decided that my plan wasn't working, and decided to split from the large pile of bodies that had been built around me. I checked Omar's pulse, and to my relief, he was still alive.

"Good! You're still alive!" I said. "See ya round!"

"I will kill you!" He muttered-shouted.

What a kidder!

Olaf the BAAAAALD!