Kang, goodbyes and a fat fucking croc.

Kang taught me some tips and tricks so to speak;

In that night we spent till the cocks cocked their ballsy throat for their exclusive cock-suckingly annoying cock-a-doodle-doos in every butt-fucking morning.

He knew tons about the game, which his stone tough lips boasts a lot much of; Stuff bout detailed necessities, NPC kingdoms and alliances, demons and their threat but most of all he was still a troll.

A thing I had not known and after he boasts a sniveling jerk was the fact that when connected to the Waypoint Helmet you have the option to play the game non stop, your body is in a miraculously safe state; an REM state safe to the utmost meaning of safe.

Body sleeps while we breathe in a lucid dream was what he said.

I will not lament on the pee-pees and poo-poos and the fuel- our food.

As morning fucks about giving the poor hardworker the feeling of a Monday, Kang stood between two ferns of pink and blue and let flushed his pipe, emptying the bladder that held like thirty-one litres of piss.

Piss poor waterfall they sound like.

I remember feeling curious, seeing a man letting his vocal chord exhume a moan straight from the heart- a moan that captivates the debatably solemn bliss of letting go the heavy burden of the tender.

Why was it so enchanting?

Oh my curious heart why must thou discern thee way?

But then I myself heard; Nature's ultimate call.

It started rioting first up above the pipe they moshed but slow in the start, beneath this lean muscle armored belly-skin then it occurred, ''Men were always pregnant, Great Good Coitus with liquid! We always were pregnant." Prosed I.

It occurred as my feet answered the call;

Burden-less due I felt like- a newly independent step taking; I stepped my first steps of many more coming Nature's call; I had also yearned much for this;

I went to the side between two bushes besides the stream.

'Bring out the little pecker,' from side the corner of the leafy undies I let it peep, 'Pull and show the tap and let loose the canon,'

And that I did; That interior ticklish tickling tickles inside the pecker before the golden shower, it was bugging my mental take on sexuality, I digress it was solemnly a fine joy of men, it was a fine experience; then really came the after flushing, "Whoa-oh!" slow breaths thawed out while the shoulders were shrinking in utter relaxation.

"Hooo--!" I slurred long and Hooo-!.

Pent up, swelled bladders let emptied they tanks, the flushing was exemplary, a design of the highest of being copied by his highest design of a man, "MULLER!!! THANKK YOUU!!!" softly I screamed with the utmost kindest of tone.

Red fever on my cheeks, "I'm sooo- fucking comfy, so- empty." I sang near to a moan.

"Sooo- Empty." Kang moaned along.

Two distant but nigh piss poor waterfalls that pleasures.

Yeah! You heard such profane words here first.

As time flies on and about; near the fresh sounds of energized whatevers- croaking and fucking about, smell and sounds, almost on every morsels of rainbowed colored nature aimed to out-do all each others in every morn, it was always busy in nature.

As morning grew late it was founded by both of us that Twas time to follow where the big'ol toes go.

Running legs through the pants but the shirt I doth let go, I had some lean built six packs and an afro so why not just let show.

Before we parted he asks me for the wyvern core in exchange for a hefty bag of gold and forty-four roasted fish-sticks and a pouch of where we would store inventories- neat thing vanished when the fingers touched a little purple shard sewed in it and giving me a message, "Think of an item and reach wherever for accessing your spacial inventory."

In other words it meant I could now acces the twirly-whirly.

"I'm heading to Terric Rift, need to handle those piggies, bring them into terms you know the gist?!" he said.

"Yeah whatever, what you need the core for anyways?"

"A bargain! I'll say I killed you who hunted in their lands and gain access to their village inns and some piggy milkers!!" groaned he, but with such a straight face.

"Ha-Ha!" Confused- a chortle, 'Did he mean pig tits or the milk? He can mean both too.' I thought and thunk, "Why don't you just let NPC deal with their own kinds?" raised I a question, need not knew why but Did! I did indeed asks.

"What?" he jumped in tones, in quick sudden-ness, "Are you still a fish? We're players and these are our lands!" he taught.

Words which I somehow lamented on, the game taught me how to leg and arm and nose, how to human, so yeah I dumb-deadingly agreed to what Kang said.

"..and put this to mind fish! I suggest you get stronger quicker, I suggest you really do." he reiterates with a finger point making it more authentic, his eyes ever looked so honest yet somehow glimmering teary, looking forlorn.

Maybe he's sad of the goodbye I thought, turning away was the bestest of choice.

But his tear jerked face might suggest I was a good company.

To narrate on my train of thoughts further is a little tricky but Dirty old men? Ring any bells? Anyone?

Not dwelling on it further.. Ever!

With nothing more than two thank yous and a half hearted bye; I decided to finally follow the toes lead by the whim of my little broccoli headed stroll.

But as I turned my way to the vast open plains, where all ways ended elsewhere, me arms scratch that itchless itch on the afro for I with a drop of sweat had not a clue where first to set off to.

Dangers and more at everywhere, the calls of the thick towering trees of far yonder, the vast plains of green past the other side of the stream, it, there and all- everywhere lead to anywhere and somewhere there I pictured myself like a Pin-Ball; smacked to the rhythm of the wilds and that feeling of being led and controlled is an enemy to thine most held dearest freedom.

So I scratched that itchless itch; Till I was smacked by something thrown at thine and after a slight bent forward and down I turned around.

"What the fuck is your problem?"

I fucking fumed.

Kang who already made it many feet away the other direction threw a stone at my afro, as I turned he was cocking another throw; however he lets go the rock and shouted, "Head along upstream and you'll find a town. Dumb little fish!"

I answered not but with an aced Fuck you by the fingers then I turned around, until I was bent forward and down again as he threw another rock, attached to the rock was now a paper which read, "Be yourself Cannibal! Even if there comes some change, be yourself. Until I begrudgingly meat you again, Kang the fisherman!" was what he wrote.

"Fucking, "Meat you again!"" I acted out his voice, extra lips waving in expressions.

Then turning a much rant-wanting head back to the fucktard but he was already away, not a pampas on the lip not nothing no more, he was gone.

"Change?" I mumbled, "I feel like he knew many things," said I.

Kang indeed looked wiser than the pampas on his lip would make him appear.

More fihsery than your local fisherman too.

"Crude, stone lipped and all.. Thanks for these tho!" said I, summoning that twirly whirly little-ly bluey and purply portal, "Spacial Inventory, nice touch, nice touch!"

This twirly whirly was made possible after a Descent had a pouch in hand.

Reaching in the twirly; my hand reached down to where unknown but physically I felt and what wanted I then materialized in the hand. I pictured the many pixels could also be materializing things inside, like when the other died moments before but this time the opposite.

Grabbing a fish-stick, still warm as though there were a microwave in the inventory, I took a bite and hopped little feet besides the stream, dragging prints in the sand; This was too one of my plan – To walk in a beach.

It was a sub category from one of my to-do list.

Nostrils lit up, gulping fresh air, the Srrrrr! Of the stream srrrrr-ed! Twas a nodding noise.

Hours of walks, left for moments to breathe a living air all in.

Each time my nostrils stretched I was pleased and complete, each time the chest puffed, wide shoulders out I grew excited to live more and mate with newer pleases; all were moan worthy experiences.

Greek blueprint body, the golden tender was spot-on. Ye! It were little but like that green dumb hulking monster it grew in pressure; of all kinds.

My body was chiseled and terrifically rendered to maximum sexyness.

Lean mean fucking machine.

My height?--- tall.

Oh! And the afro was also a good touch.

"Mom! Dad! Thanks for buying me this! Muller I hand my ass to you!"

There was not a way in any chances that I will settle any other to gain access to thine poop door but Muller was deserving, and he and only he as a joke with not true shit planted in it deserves it, I prefer the soft touch of ladies but we're off track;

Walking a sore thumb along and past nature, "Upstream!" I mimicked and mocked Kang by the lip.

"How long upstream?" snaking along the river course I deterred not from along it, as I went on and on and along.

Mumbling many things, things allowed to be written and other things that are not.

Among them were;

"What will I do when I get there??"

It was like asking a trigonometric question to a highly interested chimp when rewards are a pair of bananananas, I like adding that extra 'nanas'.

Nevertheless; like that chimp I want to solve that which I asked but by proxy of a disabled kid with not a wish to learn much; I was incapable to, ''How do I do? When what needed to be, done?"

Social interactions and laws and stuff, they were foreign to me even back there in the real world.

I cared not of a world which cared not for me.

Those thoughts- It was nerve wrecking but since unknown the distance to the town, I find it right, "Never does hurt to practice!" gleamed I.

I began with, "Helloo~ Townsfolk!" with a curly hello.

The reflection from the river creeps thine out, what was with that smile, it was too grievous, manically delirious.

Slapping the face, to buckle and prepare for more practices as I cleared the throat.

I puckered this lips, looking down the reflection on the stream; It was a warm-up before speech.

Right then when I did!

This ever large-ning shadow which lurked and loomed from below my mirror; I saw.

Still puckered and curiosity stunted thine blues, "Whatt arr—" I did managed to utter still even when puckered.

Then; flashes and a sudden push in the afro as water waved and erupted; Me and my puckered lips was sent back to little stumbles and falling on my buttocks.

Little rains, residues of what pumped with such a force to sit-me-down;- falls around and slowly I craned the neck up.

And Damned Whoresons! I saw;

This magnificent; crocodilian jaws; of murder rows of teeth in it's maw, launching a torpedo from the depths of the river.

In the near sky I saw it; fat scaly belly and all.