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A happy town

Posted by Mercenary81 - July 23rd, 2008


In an ever joyous town filled with oh so many happy people

lived a tired man named Tick. Now Tick, was a raving lunatic,

however he was not always so. Once, he lived an ever so happy

life with his sister Lock, and his brother Tock, his mother Tempis,

and his father Clock - all quite the happy people.

They passed the days quite happily, their individual merriments

each caused by their individual actions. Until one day, Sister Lock

took a look at Brother Tick and Brother Tock. They both knew

just what they were doing, they had a thing that clicked.

Sister Lock looked at her Mother Tempus and her Father Clock,

set for life, they knew where they would always be. All across town the

happy citizens did happy jobs. The lived in happy houses with happy

lives. Lock, without luck, tried hard to find a talent. With the thimble

her mother was quite nimble. Mother Tempus sewed each family outfit

herself. Sister Lock, without luck, tried to sew with her mother. She was

not nimble with the thimble, and ended the day with several pricks in each of

her fingers. Brother Tock liked to cook a lot. Sufle and Flambe, a nice

fried fish dish, Tock could cook it. Lock cringed as she singed her fingers

repeatedly, unable to match the finess her brother posessed. "She just

can't cook." thought Tock. Brother Tick and Father Clock spent the time

counting time. Lock joined in, once again. She couldn't find the point,

hour to hour, day to day, counting until the sun went away. Her counting grew sloppy

her timing choppy. Brother Tick and Father Clock, Mother Tempus and Brother Tock

got more angered by her continuous flops. Tempers flaring, Lock scaring,

ran quickly away from her happy home. To the darkest dock ran Little Lock. Lock sat

on the dark dock, unable to find a talent she possessed. She couldn't think of one

thing she could do right, and so decided she must take flight. At the edge

of the dock, sorrow on her mind, stood Little Lock. One Leap she took and one moment

it took and one little girl was taken from our world.

Brother Tick and Brother Tock, Mother Tempus and Father Clock looked all over the

happy town for Sister Lock. Unsuccessful, their efforts were, and to their house

they did return. They did not know that she was gone. Gone forever, gone gone gone.

Father Clock and Brother Tick couldn't hear the time go tick. Thoughts of Lock and

that utter shock, made sure that Tick and Clock would surely not count.

Brother Tock could not focus. His Flambes and Sufles were all just bogus. His fried fish dish

reminded him of Sister Lock and her constant flops.

Mother Tempus could not sew. Her loving daughter, gone forever.

The family lost all reason and sense. Without Lock, they had no innocence. They

fell apart, heartbroken and sad. A sad, broken family in a happy, happy town.


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You seem like a nice person. I'll help you! :)

No. . . Im actually a horrible person.
Last week, when i was donating blood, i told them that i was donating 4 pints when i was really donating 3.6.

I know, right?!

Hey, you horrible person. How's it going? :)

Working on my first game. Lookin pretty kickass :3

Ugh, who the hell are you and where the hell have you been?

Sorry :(
I've been real busy lately, but i think im gona be a lot more active in the next few weeks.

I'm helping, right? :3

1 comment closer :3

Here's another comment to help you out, buddy. :)

Why thank you kind sir.

Sup? Why 1201?

Cause 1200's already been done.

And another comment for you! :D

SPAMMER.
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Spamming?

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Ok then.

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