Story Time
 

There was once a bomy, he was fat as hell. His family were small and geen,
quite normal they were, but not he. The little bomy was large and brown, he
was cused with the fatness curse. He needed a potion to release the fat-
curse, so he headed west to the land of the humans.

The land of the humans was known for its magical potions, the bomy knew
he could find a cure there. So he traveled threw forests and dungoens,
deserts and mountains. He searched high and low for the potion but could
not find it. He knew it existed, he was told by the elders all who headed here
were cured, all who suffered from the curse lived here freed from its grasp.
However the bomy could not find it.

Untill one day, the bomy met a strange sorcerer. He asked the sorcerer "Do
you have a potion that can cure me?" The sorcerer did not answer. The
bomy begged "please help me, do you have a potion that may free me?"
The sorcerer turned to the bomy... cast steambolt and hollored "Toguild:I
killed a bomy lord!!".
-By Kate (SilentRose)

haha awesome!

lol oh yeah.

Once there was a little bomy that decided he wanted to get an education so
he decided to go to the Bomy University.

He didn't really know what to specialize in so he decided to explore all the specialties, then he found that pearl digging was his one and only favorite thing to do. Once he was a pearl digger he decided to go into the seas of Samurai to dig pearls.

One day as he was digging pearls, a female bomy came up out of no where and he decided to take her on a date. Upon taking her on a date several times, they decided to have a bomy wedding and then eventually had little bomy babies upon reproduction. Then the female bomy, the male bomy, and the
daughter bomy all lived happily ever after, digging up pearls.

Fin.

By *Stromstedt

omgzgmz liek cute?

Dussel Dramen -=Farmer=- (Misty Mug Tavern) (Tue Mar 13 13:00:09 2007):

Once upon a time there was a simple little bomy named Charlie,now charlie hated humans, and i mean hated, he seeked to destroy them with all his might! But sadly all the humans he found were "Likely more powerful then you"The bomy tried hard to kill everyone he came by... but never succeded...

As Charlie grew he found an orange shell and said to himself "Hmmm... perhaps this little shell might give me some protection!"But he soon found out that this shell is very heavy and makes him quite slow...He found some humans that were "Likely less powerful then you"As he approched the humans walked closer and started to swing clubs,sabres and wands at him diong nearly no damage.The humans all saying "Ohhhh wtf is this thingie?" tried as hard as they could to kill poor charlie.But soon charlie found his shell turning a paler color and started to borrow underground,afraid of the sun!

So there he waited for more Less powerful then he people came to dig corn.As he slayed more and more of what the other humans called "Noobs" and grew yet more powerful abandend his shell and borrow to live above as a pale and evil bomy... He found life harder then it was living as a Shell bomy and had not been able to kill anything, until one day,below the alter of ogma... He saw two lords... One that looked like a greater version of himself and one of a large rabbit!

These lords were kind and seekd to carry on there liniage of the Lords,the Great Evil Bomy taught him to stomp and become faster!As he spent more and more time with his teacher he started to grow and become strong.One day,a day like any other, a human with yellow text under him bearing the words "Ed" came up and brought a wand that sparkled with magic power.Poor Charlie saw his teacher get udderly squashed and saught to destroy the humans even more then ever!

Several days passed as Charlie lie and wait for unsuspecting humans to approach. He killed everone that came by in nealy 3 stomps,but then came back the human "Ed" this time with a shining Daggar, try as Charlie might he could not slay the terrible human and with a solid "Swipe" sound he could not remember any more...

Once upon a time there was a simple little bomy named...

That must've been the winner. I nearly cried irl when I read the end :cry:

that was the winner

Once upon a time, in a dungeon deep below the mountains and lands of the humans, there reside a small community of bomys. The bomys of this particular dungeon fed, bathed, and saw with the glowing pool of emerald water which trickled in as the only source of life they had to support them.

A humble bomy, raised by his humble grandfather after his very own parents had died defending their lands from bandits, had to make a choice. The bomy saw his grandfather's failing health and realized that the only thing he had loved was going to die like his very own parents.

Pressed by the choice, and the growing violence within his small community as the tyrannical leader sought out seemingly fictional witches and burned those held any trait he had defined as satanic, the bomy went to venture for the legendary human magician, Edwin.

It was a long journey to the lands of humans, above all of the bricked and dirt dungeons the humble bomy had ever known. The growing storm, the first which a dungeon-dwelling bomy would ever see, was very trialling, and the humble bomy quickly sought refuge from the storm. Here on the lands of human he found a house, which - knock as he might - seemed deserted.

Only after opening the entirely unlatched door did the bomy quickly slump into a heap and give to the fainting exhaustion of his travels. Here, in the protection of the house, the bomy awoke to strange creaks, and a chattering in tongues never spoken. Though the house was unlit, there was a broken window through which the flashes of lightning lit the walls briefly, the bomy noticed the strained figure of a skeleton, one which haunted the shadows and howled at the lightning.

Still in his exhaustion, the bomy fainted in fear, where he dreamt of his grandfather. Decaying, and floating before him, the humble bomy's grandfather warned him of the failures; his own being unable to procure the cure in time, and the leaders in concentrating on his witch hunt while forgetting the ever vigilant bandits - who invaded and destroyed every trace of the humble bomy community so that they may take their shining emerald water.

In a sweating fit of delusion the bomy awoke in the house, where the storm had passed and the shining light of the human surface graced every corner of the room - where no skeleton was to be found. After leaving the house, the bomy traveled on a road, where he soon came upon a seemingly dashing individual - who he, in his excitement, ran up to and began shouting his adventurous plan of procuring a cure for his grandfather. Seized in the grip of the demons wooden face - eternally frozen in a fit of agony, and the hair as black as the skeleton-ridden shadows of the stormy haunted house, the bomy backed away in fear. The stranger, seeing his advantage over the young and desperate bomy offered him a deal - a meeting with Edwin if, in turn, he gave his humble soul forever more in return.

The bomy, seeing the foolishness such religion his tyrannical leader had caused, immediately accepted, assuming the wooden-faced stranger a mad man. Soon they went silently together to meet with Edwin.

There, in the house of Edwin, all sorts of wonderful and frightful things graced the walls. Adorned in flowing fabrics which seemed to float, and adorned by a crown which shawn with the familiar light of the emerald pond he had left behind, Edwin sat at a table so high the bomy needed a stool to pear over.

Edwin agreed to make the potion if the bomy would acquire the only ingredient, and a small stock for further potions, from the highest mountains of the human lands. Although a long and trialsome journey, the humble bomy soon made his way to the top, whereupon he rested before acquiring his stock of water.

From the view he looked out upon the wonderful human lands, and was seized; there, at the dungeon entrance he had used to access the human lands, was a plume of smoke. So dark, and so thick was the smoke that the humble bomy saw, in an instant, the truth of his nightmarish and ghouldly dreams; his land had been destroyed and his grandfather along with it.

In desperation, and a fit of anguish the bomy ran to the pool. Here he lept in, to escape the thoughts and, with a youthful hope, to cure his very own ailments. Sinking, slowly, the bomy realized how futile his efforts had been. His time wasted, his soul sold, and his loving grandfather - dead.

Sinking now, further - so far the sun is blocked out, the bomy relaxes into the gentle emerald glow of the water where, as he drowns, he realizes this is the same water he has left behind.

His soul to burn in hellfire; forevermore.

True story... except for the squashing part. I can't remember ever using squash-like attacks.

pwned your thread with literary skills, so srry.

Nice Stephen. I wasn't bored with it.

Depression.

Once upon a time there was a beautiful man named Jay, everyone loved him, and he was better than everyone. Some people refer to him as Jesus.

Oh so true.

There once was a bomy, his name was Vrael. He comes from the debth to tell you a tale. The dungeon, full of hate and despair, drove this poor bomy to pull out his hair! On this day, deep in the dungeon if you see the little bomy, don't be freightened, jump from the ground and eat a pig tail!

Theres my awesome story, its true, and filled with 100% pop culture references.

Once upon a time there was a little bomy named Glenn, now Glennloathed humans.. His dream was to destroy them with his bare paws! But oddly all the humans he found were "like totally really strong". Glenn tried hard to kill everyone he came by... but his efforts were nothing..

As Glenn grew he found an Dark Red Shell, and started talking to himself.. "Hmm.. Perhaps this shell may give me enough protection!" But he soon found out that the shell was heavy, and I mean heavy. It made him quite slow... He found some humans that were "like totally not strong". As he approached, the humble graalians walked closer and started to swing clubs, sabres and wands at him doing hardly any damage. The humans that started saying "am I gonna get owned now?", tried as hard as they could to kill poor Glenn. But soon Glenn found his shell turning into a light color and started to burrow underneath the surface of the island, afraid of the moon!

So he then started waiting for a throng of "like totally not strong" people, and then a few Graalians came to dig easter eggs. As he finished off more, and more of what the more experienced Graalians called "nubs". He became more powerful, abandoned his Dark Red Shell and then burrowed to live as an evil bomy... He found life getting more difficult then it was living as a Shell Bomy, when he had not been able to kill anything. Until one day, below the town of Zehn Village... At his suprise he saw two lords, one of them looked like a large Glok, and the other looked like him but bigger!

Those two lords were very kind, and had seeked to carry on there lineage of the eminent Lords!! The Evil Bomy Lord taught him all about stomping, and soon he started to become stronger, and faster! As he started spending more time with his mentor, he started to grow and become very strong. One day, a graalian who was called Mylus came up and brought a Flaming Sword that glowed with might flames. Glenn was frozen as he watched the mentor get cut into a million pieces in one swipe (because Mylus is really strong). Glenn said to himself, "man, Mylus is strong"!

Many months went by Glenn wandered looking for poor Graalians to come near. He defeated everyone that came by in one stomp (because Mylus's presence makes anyone stronng). After a while the mighty warrior named Mylus came with no weapons (strong people dont need weapons), which caught Glenn's attention. Glenn tried, and tried but he could not even scratch the might Mylus and with a light "tap", he flew all the way around the world and back. He started to cry, but since Mylus is mighty strong he was generous. Mylus let Glenn stay at one of his many houses and Glenn lived happily ever after.

Moral of the story : Mylus is really strong so you better watch out and give him all your dias and love ingame.

Once upon a time there was a pokemon rancher.
He was also a digimon rancher.
And he also ranched little bomy kids on G2K1.

Anyways, once he ranched a pikachu, a charizard (Thats a digimon.. Right?), and a bomy kid named "AUSTEN PWOER"

The rancher bred all 3 of them and created what we know today as a teletubbie, although cross bred by 3, the cross genetics of two females and a male made WAYYYYYYY too many feminine parts in this "Teletubbie", and caused him to end in another name for a mans private part, and carry around a red purse every day.

MY story means:

If you're going to become a pokigiomy rancher, for gods sake, use a male, a female, and Kagome, the 90 year old grandfather from Florida, pretending to be a girl on UN. :D!

Not supposed to be funny, this is science. I hope you all learned something from this.

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