MEGA JESUS-SAMA
1/16/2007 11:30pm,
It was a bright and sunny day, like any other day that you would find in summer. Perrip and Oliver were taking a light run near the riverbank to spend another summer's afternoon in waste.
"I wonder, what could be the cause of such hardships in our late 19th century economy, Perrip?" Oliver asked, his 8 year old curly brown hair falling over his face.
"I don't know, Oliver. I have a hunch that it might be Lord Protector of England, King Edward V. His internal policies prevent us from experiencing any natural freedoms and his foreign policies just make the rest of the known Earth not like us very much. Overall I think that a change in the political hierarchy or even a change from a monarchy to some sort of republic would be best for everyone." Perrip sad as he dragged a stick in the dirt marking out lines in the sand, his 9 year old freckles seemingly moving on their own as he blinked.
Before they knew it the ground beneath them burst open and a large drilling machine came up and through the ground. The noise was terrible and made them want to run home to their mothers and cry in their sweet, sweet bosoms. A man wearing a strange off-brown leather coat came out of the machine a little disoriented. He looked at the two boys who were in terror and said, "You ain't much, but two will have to do! Boys! We're going to the center of the earth!"
Perrip and Oliver looked at each other knowing that at this moment, the both of them were at a crossroad in their life. Would they become men and join this crazy man in his travels to the center of the earth and die at the geriatric age of 25 as heroes? Or would they live a short and meaningless life of cowardice?
The choice was obvious and they both knew then what they had to do. "TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH!" they both exclaimed as they climbed the machine and joined the mad adventurer (whose name is Tom, but I couldn't fit it in there smoothly, so... voila chracterization!) on his journey... TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH!
"I wonder, what could be the cause of such hardships in our late 19th century economy, Perrip?" Oliver asked, his 8 year old curly brown hair falling over his face.
"I don't know, Oliver. I have a hunch that it might be Lord Protector of England, King Edward V. His internal policies prevent us from experiencing any natural freedoms and his foreign policies just make the rest of the known Earth not like us very much. Overall I think that a change in the political hierarchy or even a change from a monarchy to some sort of republic would be best for everyone." Perrip sad as he dragged a stick in the dirt marking out lines in the sand, his 9 year old freckles seemingly moving on their own as he blinked.
Before they knew it the ground beneath them burst open and a large drilling machine came up and through the ground. The noise was terrible and made them want to run home to their mothers and cry in their sweet, sweet bosoms. A man wearing a strange off-brown leather coat came out of the machine a little disoriented. He looked at the two boys who were in terror and said, "You ain't much, but two will have to do! Boys! We're going to the center of the earth!"
Perrip and Oliver looked at each other knowing that at this moment, the both of them were at a crossroad in their life. Would they become men and join this crazy man in his travels to the center of the earth and die at the geriatric age of 25 as heroes? Or would they live a short and meaningless life of cowardice?
The choice was obvious and they both knew then what they had to do. "TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH!" they both exclaimed as they climbed the machine and joined the mad adventurer (whose name is Tom, but I couldn't fit it in there smoothly, so... voila chracterization!) on his journey... TO THE CENTER OF THE EARTH!