A True Story

Irkenwarrior12 · 12-25-2006, 12:40 AM

"There was a ship, a-sailing on the seas. On a Pacific cruise. And on this ship was a magician, a conjurer, whose function was to entertain the passengers. And there was this parrot on the ship.
Every time the magician did a trick the parrot would ruin it. How? He’d tell them how it was done, that’s how. ‘He put it up his sleeve’, the parrot would squawk. Or ‘he’s stacked the deck’ or ‘it’s got a false bottom’.
The magician didn’t like it.
Finally the time came for him to do his biggest trick.
He announced it.
He rolled up his sleeves.
He waved his arms.
At that moment the ship bucked and smashed over to one side.
Sunken R’lyeh had risen beneath them. Hordes of my servants, loathsome fish-men, swarmed over the sides, seized the passengers and crew and dragged them beneath the waves.
R’lyeh sank below the waters once more, awaiting that time when dread Cthulhu shall rise and reign once more.
Alone, above the foul waters, the magician – overlooked by my little batrachian boobies, for which they paid heavily – floated, clinging to a spar, all alone. And then, far above him he noticed a small green shape. It came lower, finally perching on a lump of nearby driftwood, and he saw it was the parrot.
The parrot cocked its head to one side and squinted up at the magician.
‘Alright,’ it says, ‘I give up. How did you do it?’"

-Dread Cthulhu.

12-25-2006, 12:40 AM	#1
Irkenwarrior12 Member Join Date: Nov 2005 Location: California Gender: Posts: 1,159 Thanks: 26 Thanked 26 Times in 20 Posts	A True Story "There was a ship, a-sailing on the seas. On a Pacific cruise. And on this ship was a magician, a conjurer, whose function was to entertain the passengers. And there was this parrot on the ship. Every time the magician did a trick the parrot would ruin it. How? He’d tell them how it was done, that’s how. ‘He put it up his sleeve’, the parrot would squawk. Or ‘he’s stacked the deck’ or ‘it’s got a false bottom’. The magician didn’t like it. Finally the time came for him to do his biggest trick. He announced it. He rolled up his sleeves. He waved his arms. At that moment the ship bucked and smashed over to one side. Sunken R’lyeh had risen beneath them. Hordes of my servants, loathsome fish-men, swarmed over the sides, seized the passengers and crew and dragged them beneath the waves. R’lyeh sank below the waters once more, awaiting that time when dread Cthulhu shall rise and reign once more. Alone, above the foul waters, the magician – overlooked by my little batrachian boobies, for which they paid heavily – floated, clinging to a spar, all alone. And then, far above him he noticed a small green shape. It came lower, finally perching on a lump of nearby driftwood, and he saw it was the parrot. The parrot cocked its head to one side and squinted up at the magician. ‘Alright,’ it says, ‘I give up. How did you do it?’" -Dread Cthulhu.