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Thoad looked at his glass of water, his slightly degraded condo soon to be repo'd due to inactivity. He sighed and closed his eyes, letting the cool air of his living room run over him. He was greatly depressed, having nothing more to do in AG. He could go to the ZSC, teach a few pupils... but it just felt the same.
He looked over his shoulder at the larder, a medieval form of refrigerator. It was near empty, except for the few pounds of beef jerky. Returning to his glass of water, he noticed something wiggling in it. "Dammit, did they switch my water to the slums?" he mumbled, putting the glass on the floor.
Thoad lied on his belly, staring at the wiggling black thing in his glass. He dismissed it as nothing and dumped the water out into a sink.
Calmly walking to a creaky wooden chair, he saw something he hadn't noticed in at least 3 months; Thoad had seen his old pad and pencil. The light from a nearby window was shining on it, as if it was a gift from the great god of the internet.
Thoad looked the other way, ashamed to even think of writing on it. Seeing as his ideas have either been ignored or shot down on any other site. A loud sigh filled the room, as the boy looked down in shame and discontent.
This little AG come-er and go-er felt like he deserved to be a little melodramatic, and shed a tear, that hit his dirty carpet. "So many days, so many weeks have passed without you. I miss you, but I dare not come back. Not after what I did," he sobbed.
His quiet, abandoned, and overall dirty congo seemed to sympathize over him. The boy looked up at his rotting ceiling, and whispered, "Am I dreaming? Have I not been gone at all, but instead been here all this time? In a nightmare?"
The only noise in the house was ignored, by any presence that could be in the house. Thoad's head drooped down, his chin on his chest. The poor boy's eyes were now shedding a river of tears. He managed to pour all his teenage angst into one session of lonely sobbing.
He wiped his tears and looked to his right. With a sniffle, he picked up a pen, and grabbed the pad. He wrote at the top of this pad: "The (mis?)Adventures of Thoadthetoad"

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Cenere
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Dramatic. There is a few abruptly ended sentences around the middle you might wanta change later on. I will look forward to see more of the wiggly thing too.
There is a lot of hes and Thoads and Boys, which also seems a bit disturbing, but well, not sure what to do about it other than go twisted on it.

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Suspense? I don't know why, but I felt suspense.

When I saw the wriggling thing on their the first thing that came to mind was Goliath, lol.

thoadthetoad
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When I saw the wriggling thing on their the first thing that came to mind was Goliath, lol.


Plausible reaction. But Goliath is much more virus-ey before it gets in a host.
thoadthetoad
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*erhahahahum*

Thoad was writing wildly, his gross cursive going across the pages. He was writing of his experiences of the internet, from the watcherisms of Flashportal and Stickpage to the nooblyness of Newgrounds, where his maturity began to dissipate into the abyss of the internet.
Then finally, he came to his first misadventure, which was decent in length, and could be stretched out longer than a single paragraph! Oh yes, quite the historic moment, and it was pre-AG , too! It was a mysterious thing... a thing that has entranced many a man, and a woman every now and again.
Yes, this thing, both a beauty and a curse, a devil and a god, a demon and an angel. Yes, it was this magnificent thing... named RuneScape. The first Massively Multiplayer Browser Online Game that young Thoad had ever played.
He had finally made his account and sped through the tutorial. "Finally, this is great!" He thought, his mind racing at the possibilities of it all. "I bet I can be the best there is!" He said, his voice echoing throughout the house.
Many an adventure was held here, most of which was finding cool spots, going to the edge of the universe, and creating a bestiary of animals. The Bestiary of Extraordinary Beasts, he called it. It had a catalog of every beast, from the power, from it's abilities, range, type, everything!
He tried to sell it to this site, but was laughed at, and scorned. So his explorations, his dreams, his great ideals of adventure... vanished. Into thin air, he lost hope on finding a thing that would allow him to explore, and find something no one has before. It was the first time that his faith was smashed.

adios194
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I like it. The comparisons are nice, and it was smooth and left the reader (me) wanting more. I look forward to more misadventures of ThoadtheToad.

kingryan
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Hey...Thoad...

I lol.

I'm going to go play Runescape now, I have 14 more days of membership!!! Wooooooo!!!!

Good to see you back!

thoadthetoad
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'm going to go play Runescape now, I have 14 more days of membership!!! Wooooooo!!!!


Wow. That is all I can say.

Wow XD.
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So many days, so many weeks have passed without you.


you are still a whisper on my lips
a feeling at my fingertips
that's pulling at my skin


no one?

I forgot about that song until now. And it's not like thoad isn't dancing the entire time he is writing the story. So he probably isn't.

I was never here.
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