SS: Conclusion

Written by Soren the Hard-of-Hearing Scribe on the same day as the last seven posts.

The fight with the Urgur is over. They are officially gone for good. To be sure, the Head Ninja sent Ninjas into every point of the earth at the same time simultaneously. They are gone.

The Carpenters George and I befriended took up residence in the Newly-Heavenly Regundor Field, which they aptly named The Promised Land. Though we offered IDC to come live with us on the Bloodhound III, he declined, explaining that, though Vikings and Dwarves may be related, he was deathly afraid of water. When we explained that all he had to do was tie himself to the mast so he wouldn't fall overboard, he more vigorously declined.

Thor discovered that Poseidon had never actually participated in the battle and had merely shown up for a mention in the Newspaper that some of the (Minor Class) Reporters were making. When he discovered this disturbing news, he quickly dove into the ocean and battled with the Undersea god so he could work off steam.

Chia had slapped Omar in the face after they had broke apart, and had basically turned him into a sniveling snob by the time she was done. However, I noticed afterward that she had a faint smile on her lips, as though she was still enjoying the touch of Omar's. She had then traveled back to her own crew, leaving without giving anyone a farewell. The only thing she said to any of us was to hand Erik a note that had her number on it. A message was scrawled under the number: Give this to Olaf.

Lief headed back to CVU, where he discovered that he had a large group of angry dentists waiting for him for killing off their best spy. He quickly set the Zombies that live under the school on them, and the Dentists quickly fled to wherever they had come from before. He had then travelled to each and every single Helicopter Pilot, slipping amnesia dust in their food and drink so that they would forget that they had ever been a Main class. He then stole one of the Pilot's helicopters, but had promptly crashed it.

The rest of the crew from the Bloodhound III- Chieftain Gregory the Hairy, Me, Omar the Bold, Erik the Red, George the Yellow, and Phil the Conceited- traveled back to the ship. We had hoped to find Olaf there, but it was to no avail. I had not mentioned to anyone that I had seen Olaf watching the fateful kiss, for fear of embarrasing both Chia and Omar, so when Omar wasn't around, I confided to Erik. George, and Phil. We all got on his blog and discovered that he had announced a Hiatus on September 3, which, of course, had been only three days prior, on the same day that the Urgur had attacked on. Since Olaf seemed to have an impeccable luck in finding computers upon which to blog, we eagerly waited for a new post from him, explaining what had happened to him. By the time September 11th had rolled around, we had given up hope. In order to convince you readers that everything was fine and that he was still around, we hacked into his blog account and began to post the chronicles that I was beginning to write about the Urgurian invasion. I admit that I lied to you in that first post I wrote; I started publishing exactly on Septermber 11. I explained that it had been the fourth because I wanted to keep you from worrying. I vowed that, once I was done publishing the chronicles, I would stop filling in for Olaf and hope that he will eventually return. I expected the chronicling to take a week.

As I Schedule this post, finishing my chronicles, it is October 13th.

It has been thirty-eight days since anyone had seen Olaf.

End of the Chronicles.