Camping for Credit

 Now it came to pass, as these things often do, that the older of the two souls, I, had to begin a journey of my own off the the world of college ( like Andy from Toy Story). However unlike Andy I did not need to find a little girl to take care of my friends as I hope they can do that for themselves. Anyway, the school I now attend is located in the mysterious land of Northern Wisconsin. The school is a unique place with many unique features. One of them being that orientation consists of a 5 day outdoor trip. The one I went on was a backpacking trip on the lovely North woods Trail.

 Wandering amongst the forest one meets interesting people and becomes thoroughly convinced that fairies and elves might actually exist in such wonderful places. One thing I wish didn't exist is mosquitoes. Being from a land where such wicked creatures are a rare sighting being eaten alive was a new, albeit unpleasant, experience.

 Now being so far away from home I now and then get a feeling of homesickness. Or that could possibly be the euphoria from lots of air. There's so much of it down here at this elevation! While I miss all those back home I look forward to many a new adventure of which to tell them when I visit come Christmas time. And during such a time I must find a way to procure Leroux's green coat. Because surprise, surprise, Northern Wisconsin gets cold.

 And the treasure was home all along..........



haha yeah right.

Chapter Eight: In which there are Knives

Our brave souls realized they had become rather secluded over the past few adventures, so one fine day they invited two other souls, Maty (henceforth known as Thing One)  and LauraLion (Thing Two) to join them. The four scurried through the wild forest on what was supposed to be a light hike. However, before they knew it, evil things started to occur! The trees started talking and they twisted their branches to and from in an attempt to capture the brave souls! It seemed the end was near...

Just as the darkness closed upon them, Thing One remembered something.

"Look at this!" said Thing one, "Look here, Look at me!

I'm carrying weapons, let's destroy this damn tree!"

He pulled out some big, silver knives and passed them around. 

The souls tried first to coax the tree into submission, but the tree would not hear of it. You know how stubborn trees are these days. I blame it on capitalism. Anyways, it was finally decided that the knives were the only possible option, so the souls all began to fight!

At first the attempts were no more than pitiful excuses, but finally, Young Soul made a good move and dealt 30 points of damage!

 

The evil tree realized that he might need some backup, so he called the Angry Forest God to give him a helping hand. The Forest God called his minions (known to most as grass and random shit on ground) to steal the weapons from the souls. After each attack, the minions would scurry 'round and steal the knives. This greatly discouraged the souls because good weapons are hard to find.  (see what i did there? It's funny because...)

Seriously, it was a bitch. Those minions get shit done. 

After much searching, the weapons were found and the battle continued.Thing Two had some trouble but in the end she got in a good stab as well, dealing 20 more points of damage while ElderSoul got in a good 25 by using her mind tricks. Thing One went crazy and started attacking the Evil Tree with all his might, dealing the final 25 damage points. And then he did it again, just to be sure. The Tree crumpled to the ground and the rest of the forest bowed down to the noble souls.

After their adventure the group tramped into town for drinks and hoes, like usual.

Practicing Poi Patiently

On one rainy day we decided to jump on the band wagon and attempt to learn how to spin poi. Being poor we made our own from thick socks and other secret materials. Which if reveled  would unravel space and time.
Any-who we got some basic moves down but either there was something we were missing or the universe had ordained this to be a challenge. Damn universe. Oh and if someone goes "well it would have been easier if you used these materials or bought some poi" my answer is well if you are so rich maybe you should have made a donation. Not all of us have money to throw around willy nilly. We will once the farm is up and running but until then we have to make do with what we have.

Chapter Six: Looking for Adventure and Finding Spider God

 Now when the youngest soul had returned it was decided to journey outdoors in search of mischief and mayhem. But where to go? The two could not yet travel to Brazil and Leroux was no longer welcome in Monaco after certain events which are too numerous and too full of tomfoolery to recount here.

Therefore after much deliberation as well as consulting their horoscopes, soothsayers and the stock market (Leroux had some investments in Bulgarian whale racing), the pair decided on a place full of magic and wonder.

 Yes the magical land of West Fork in Oak Creek Canyon.

Full of magical creatures and such.......or so they were told.

 While there were no fairies and elves to be found, there was a pretty creek. And a very pretty creek it was. Refreshing too considering the day was hot and the souls found a nice place to eat saltines and watch little fish swim. Ingreedo had been forgetful as they sometimes are and forgot to pack a snack. But lucky for her that Leroux had learned what to pack for journeys. There was much rejoicing.

 As probably mentioned before, the day was hot. So journey through the creek itself was essential for the journey back. Those Transcendentalists didn't have anything on the souls because whilst they were enjoying a sun shower and thanking the powers that be for a break from the heat they came across proof of the divine.

For low and behold up high in the trees they spied a spider's web. Proof that Spider God provides to those in need......or has a vacation home in Oak Creek.


As the day wore on the two went their separate ways until adventure called again.

Portland Calling

Now, right about the time of our last adventure, it was discovered that the younger of the souls had a bit of trouble functioning without the Elder Soul. So she packed up a kidnapsack and boarded this terrible contraption called an "Airplane" for a bit of self discovery and soul searching in the town of Portland. It was kind of like her Mecca, if you will, except without the religion or worship. Just the pilgrimage, really. Actually, it wasn't like Mecca at all. It was more like a treasure hunt. The narrator of this story is a fucking idiot.

Anywho, after thanking the Airplane Gods and the Claustrophobia Goddesses for not sending too much evil her way, as well as remembering that the sun was not likely to explode anytime soon, YoungSoul headed off to find herself. And more importantly, her treasure. But first, she found this woman:

YoungSoul decided she needed to broaden her knowledge so she took a trip to Reed College, where classes are small and tuition is large. It was a beautiful place, with rivers for sea-voyages and barely any suicides!

The hero also decided she wanted revenge for all the wrong-doers she had faced during various perils, so she went on a quest to find the ever-so-famous VooDoo Donuts. Turns out, other folk had liked VooDoo Donuts before it was cool to like VooDoo Donuts, so YoungSoul decided to return at a later midnight hour, even though it meant dealing with a drunk guy who thought she was pretty. YoungSoul appreciated that very much. 

  

On her journey YoungSoul met many important people, such as a wondrous blond man (this wondrous <---> ) and her real father, pictured far right. Sill she looked on for her treasure. If it wasn't revenge, or food, or family, or love, what could it be???

 

Like always, she had a majestic sweater to protect and serve her. Like a bodyguard, but green.

 

She traveled to waterfalls and across mighty bridges to a foreign land known as Wah-Shing-Tun. The name is derived from a Native American tribe who used to inhabit the area, called the May-Kshi-Tup clan. Here she made contact with her other life by phoning a friend, all the while listening closely for the sound of a foghorn to guide her home. Foghorns you say? Yes, foghorns.But still no treasure.

After more trecks into the unknown. YoungSoul finally realized she had known where the treasure was all along. It was back home, right where she had started.

No, i'm kidding. That's bullshit.

Chapter Four: In which there are Bookstores, Brownies, and British Boys

Act One: Bookstores.
Our heroes journeyed to a majestic land known as Bookmans, where knowledge is piled high into the sky and nobody wants self-help books, no matter how life changing they may be. Once again they opened their learning caps, and thoughts of menopause and yoga and gorillas who want to change the world filled their heads.

The youngest soul also decided she should get a copy of the Qur'an, seeing as it was Ramadan. However, Arabic is a bitch. So that failed. An adventure for another day.

Act Two: Brownies.
Because you can't be a brownie slayer without brownies. 

Oh, and fat free milk. Noble souls need to stay in shape, of course.

 

Act Three: British Boys

Speaking of a British Boy with a milkstache, our Souls stumbled upon other British men, who were crime fighters and mystery solvers like the world had not seen since Scooby-Do and Shaggy. We'll call these men Mister E, and Mister Mister. Mister E always brought excitement to the girls' lives, and Mister Mister was a bit of a cocky ass, so of course the noble souls loved him. They all had some fine times stopping an evil cult guy from taking over the world and just generally saving everybody.

Oh, and then the girls watched some movie about Sherlock Holmes, that totally ripped off the Mister E stories featuring Mister Mister. Fucking Idiots. 

 

With so many B's buzzing around, the souls had to run for shelter as to not get stung. And so ends another tale, but the journey is still afoot!

"Let's Go Fly a Kite"

 In this adventure our brave heroes decided to take to the air. However, lacking wings or an airplane or even a fashionable blimp we chose the next best thing: cheap kites.

 Next we set off in search of a suitable field from which to marvel in the wonders of flight.This led to a perilous journey through the woods. In which friends and foes alike where met along the forest path and the sound of foghorns was never distant from our minds.

After one was found I thought it would be fitting to start a round of "Let's Go Fly a Kite" from the classic movie Mary Poppins. Sadly however this just ended in me looking like a crazy person while Leroux looked on with typical Noor Face. This meaning she was either amused or thought I was an idiot. It's so hard to tell with Noors.




Any-who:
On this particular day the wind was gusting. Good kite flying conditions if you had a sturdy kite. Unfortunately we learned that the saying "you get what you pay for" proves true and had many a technical difficulty with our flying contraptions. Yet being of good spirit and stout of heart we persevered nonetheless and a joyous time was had by all.

Being the innovator she is, Leroux came up with the concept of flying a kite whilst lying in the soft green grass.


She has yet to perfect it however.




Thus ends another gripping tale of adventure and danger. What will we do next?