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Originally Posted by pholy
Welcome back, VCat! Have you got an epic tale of a(n) heroic quest for us? Or did you just wander off to do other stuff for a while?
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Well it all started last August, when the red phone hidden in my roommate's wardrobe rang. Clark, my roommate, was out. He had just been called by a kangaroo wearing a strange bat-hat, jumping around in the yard while chanting instructions to a very complex handshake that implied a very intricate selection of movements and the use of thirty six different, although similar, back flips.
I tried to ignore the phone for a while, but it got louder and louder. I did not know why it was ringing, nor who was calling, all I knew was that whenever Clark answered it he disappeared in a great big cloud of green and pink smoke, and reappeared nine days later with a slight limp and an eye patch. After about twenty minutes, the phone got so loud that my aunt's dog started to bark in Paris, so I resigned myself to risk my life just to preserve eardrums all over the country.
I had never before opened my roommate's closet (it's a privacy thing, I don't rummage in his bright nylon leggings collection, he leaves my gold studded leather underwear alone) so it took me a while to find the red phone among the piles of latex superhero masks and elbow radiographies, but I finally found it.
And then... well the rest is history!
Other than that, I've been mostly doing stuff, really.
