The Untold Saga

Hour 1: It was dark and we were all tired. We hadn't had any fake food or powdered juice in hours and were craving it like vampires crave chicken. I had found myself cut off from the rest of the party searching for Kevin(no the gay one) and had seen no one in the distance. I heard a faint sound that seemed to sound exactly like a horse, but then I realized it was just Mustang Miller getting uneasy again. Before I knew it, I had fallen into a cavern and was surrounded by webelos.

There must of been thousands in that cavern. I reached for my gun, but I then saw how the webelos were studying it in a corner off to the left. All of a sudden, a swarm of them rushed towards me, and jammed a diskette into my head.

Hour 2: As I came to, and the bleeding stopped, I suddenly had the urge to punt toomie, call adam p'jat, kick Gary if he was ever in boxes, and I somehow began to sing n sync. I cried out in pain as I knew what they had done. As I stood up, the webelos noticed the rage in my eyes. One of them quitely said,"hooooo mama."

I saw the opening in the distance, and I saw my fellow campers waiting for me. So I did the only thing natural, I dropped a grenade and ran like the webelos were singing like Matt Devinny does. The entire cavern exploded behind me as I ran into an ambush of treebelows. But, punctual as ever, Commander lutz brought his unit in from the east and quickly destroyed the threat.

Hour 3: Everything was back to normal at camp. Except for a fatal loss. We had lost Matt Devinny, who gave away his position again by singing, except this time his gun was unloaded and the webelos took no mercy in eating all the flesh off his body. As I saw this I immediatlely punted Toomie, and then I vomited. Yes yes, there was lots of vomiting. So much vomitining I think i will vomit from how much vomit there was.

Hour 4: We lost another flank. The webelos were getting closer and closer the camp, as we had heard nothing of the search for the faggot kevin guy who was the main gimp for the webelo tribe. We all were a little worried. I just could not stop punting toomie, he began to question my loyalty to the campers. The majority of the camp had thoughts of me being a synthesizer. I knew nothing of these accusations, until I saw Gary in many boxes and began to kick him rapidly. The campers began to stone me. As i was blacking out, I heard a loud voice cry,"They're coming from the trees!!" We all looked in horror as thousands of webelos swarmed into our camp and began their flesh feast. We had to leave base camp, but we left a nice surprise of plastic explosive which destroyed the webelo threat to our safety right then. And there was much vomiting.

Hour 5: We decided it best to rejoin the others looking for the faggot. But what happened along the way would rock human kinds very existence....... not really but I had to have something to end on.