rogerianman

rogerianman began to laugh, again and again. He was happy again. He had found his cheese, and the cheese had found him.

I could have had it all

What. Yes. Almost. Without. You can have it all, but I refuse to die in here. I will rise above and survived this. With that, young Bill threw a large rope onto the ceiling and pulled himself to safety, while young Frank stayed behind with the money. He couldnt bring himself to leave all this money.

only

Bill leapt about, filling the canvas with brilliant colours and broad strokes of paint. He began to realize that he could have it all, if he could just rise above his current circumstances. He began to work hard, and write songs about dancing. He died later that year, in a tragic explosion. It was called an accident, and was one, but no one actually figured out what happened. A large man had been cut off in traffic by our Bill, and the large man had gone over to talk it over with Bill when he accidently tripped over a wire. He didnt think about until later, when he realized that that wire had caused the explosion. He felt terrible, and drove into a snowbank and rested his weary eyes for three days.

why

Bill began to sweat as he labored. He first picked up a large flat box and placed it in a truck. This truck went to a large complex where someone picked up the box and took it to mr. rJeo. This man was pure evil, however; he thought he was a good man. He always ended his explanations with "it's what's best for the country" or "I'm only doing this to help my family" or "I'm only in this for power, glory, and riches." mr. rJeo had a multitude of chins, which were constantly moving upon his face in conjunction with the movement of his footsteps. At times, Mr. rJeo would become so pleased with his evilness that a short burst of air would burst out of his mouth in the form of a laugh. It was at these times that Mr. rJeo would learn to love again. It was at times such as these that Mr. rJeo yearned to live again. It was at times like these, tiempo y tiempo again. Oh yeah. Mr. rJeo loved to pick berries in his own personal estate. He would make the most delicious blackberry pies, cobblers, and jam. He would invite the whole neighborhood, running from house to house literally yelling with excitement. He would drag in people from the streets, from busy freeways, from themeparks, from waterways, just everywhere! When everyone was there, he would give them fine, clean clothes and a hearty grin. There would be clowns, games, fun, and food. Oh, the food was delicious. He had fifty cooks, each better than the next, all cooking at once (and it still wasn't enough!) He would buy trampolines for kids to jump on, find turtles for kids to let free in streams, let kids ride his horses and ponies, party like the day was night, eat cheese and drink water. He also was hiding a terrible secret. When he was a young boy, he fell in love with a young lady. He eventually worked up the gumption to go talk to her, and invited her to dinner at his house. When she was driving over there, he fell in the garden where he was picking flowers for her and became entangled in a patch of weeds. She stood at the door, quite sad. This was unlike him, even though she did not know much about him. Sadly, on the way home she was so upset by his absence that she was distracted and a car hit her. She died later that night. When the young mr. rJeo learned of this news, he hid himself in his mansion, never to love or be loved again. He burned his fields of flowers, and swore that he would make life miserable for everyone he ever met again. He never loved again until he found a small brustle of berries that had survived his flames. The story earlier about his berries and guests and such happened several years after that. He never told anyone of his one first true love.

this is the time

Bill sat upon the seat and waited. His time would come, for now, he was nothing more than a nerd. He deftly arose and produced quickly a small pen and a solitary slip of paper. While Bill was writing, he began to feel light-headed. A beast was somewhere nearby, watching and waiting for him.

beasts

The threat is most definitely real, young man. The beasts will come, they have before. They arrived here with iron, then with steel. They will come and destroy EV-ERY-THING that you own, not including this. Bill took this moment to pull out a large golden chain with a large timepiece on it. It was nice to look at, and it even glowed a bit. The young man who was listening to Bill wondered why the beasts would not take it. As if Bill could read the young man's thoughts, he answered: The beasts hate gold, they says its the element of fools. They love dirt, land and other things such as that. I've developed a clever little plan: I will paint everything I own a rich gold colour, and then the beasts will be recoil back and not take EV-ERY-THING I own.

beast

One lone beast sat, alone and unafraid. He was gilbitar, councilor to the counciless; he sat in a large wooden seat, with a dimes store cap, with a long scar on his chin, and a mangled claw for a hand. He prowled about, muttering in Chinese and generally being angry.

situation of days

The win-win situation so apparent just five minutes before so now seemed to be a lose-for-all-ya'll situation. Actually, it was a "win-win-win" situation, as the elders would keep the ground system, the rotugerian beasts would be allotted four spaghettian fish a day, and the spaghettian fish would get compensation for the families of those eaten by the rotugerian beasts.