03-22-2018, 09:24 PM
// I don't have a fancy yet so you'll just have to suffer through normal text for now
Oberon considered themselves to be a bit clumsy. A bit might be an understatement, but optimism is good for the soul, and Oberon's soul is quite healthy, thank you very much. Still, what was about to transpire was unusually disastrous, even for them.
As with all great things, it started with an idea. An idea to prank one of their unfortunate comrades. A questionable idea at best, but Oberon tended to take things as they came. And so, they formulated a plan. A plan that would soon be their demise.
The idea was to place a bucket of mud, which wouldn't be hard to find in the marshy environment, on the branches of a tree so that it might fall on an unsuspecting passerby. In theory, it would have worked out well. A barrel of laughs for Oberon, and hopefully at least a chuckle from the prankee. The problems came in practice. Namely, the setting up of the prank.
Oberon had taken the bucket and disguised it so it blended in with the environment. They had tried to stand up on their hind legs to hang the bucket on a low hanging branch, but it didn't quite work out as planned. The bucket had been placed too close to the end of the branch, and the limb broke under the weight. Mud flew out of the bucket and all over Oberon, and to add insult to injury, the bucket hung lamely on one of the doberman's massive antlers. They spat mud out of their mouth, sneezed a couple of times to keep the mud away from their nose, and squinted to keep it out of their eyes.
They stood there dripping for a few moments, and then broke out into laughter.
Oberon considered themselves to be a bit clumsy. A bit might be an understatement, but optimism is good for the soul, and Oberon's soul is quite healthy, thank you very much. Still, what was about to transpire was unusually disastrous, even for them.
As with all great things, it started with an idea. An idea to prank one of their unfortunate comrades. A questionable idea at best, but Oberon tended to take things as they came. And so, they formulated a plan. A plan that would soon be their demise.
The idea was to place a bucket of mud, which wouldn't be hard to find in the marshy environment, on the branches of a tree so that it might fall on an unsuspecting passerby. In theory, it would have worked out well. A barrel of laughs for Oberon, and hopefully at least a chuckle from the prankee. The problems came in practice. Namely, the setting up of the prank.
Oberon had taken the bucket and disguised it so it blended in with the environment. They had tried to stand up on their hind legs to hang the bucket on a low hanging branch, but it didn't quite work out as planned. The bucket had been placed too close to the end of the branch, and the limb broke under the weight. Mud flew out of the bucket and all over Oberon, and to add insult to injury, the bucket hung lamely on one of the doberman's massive antlers. They spat mud out of their mouth, sneezed a couple of times to keep the mud away from their nose, and squinted to keep it out of their eyes.
They stood there dripping for a few moments, and then broke out into laughter.
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