Que Passa!!!!



This war story is inspired by a funny running gag I came up with once with a fox who, as it turns out, has such a highly powerfull imagination, that his dreams can actually suck up the superego of everyone sleeping within 1 mile, and they find themselves in his dream, unable to control what happens to them, because THEY are not in control- HE is.



Anyway, this is a regular war story, so feel free to add a dream sequance to it as you wish.



Nighttime on Carrotus...

As the world sleeps, one small furry fellow is waiting in front of the mailbox.

"Come on... come on- the box said allow four to six minutes wait. Night isn't going to last forever you know." Suddenly, a large mail truck drives by, leaving a large package.

"AT LAST! IT'S ALL MINE!!!" screamed Batty Buddy, as he ripped open the large package. Inside was what seemed to be a large remote-controlled helmet labled 'Acme Dreamsurfer 2001'.

"I'm telling you- this isn't a good idea..." a little angel that looked slightly like the bat in question appeared on his left shoulder. "A lot of people DON'T talk about their dreams for a REASON, you know."

A tiny devil, also bearing a remarkable resemblace to Batty apeared on his right shoulder. "Come on, pal... Don't listen to that namby-pamby wimp! Try it on, just for a second..." Batty wasn't sure what to do- He had spent $19.95 on this, and he considered this just to be a hobby to take advantage of the fact that most people were asleep whenever he was traditionally awake...

Putting the helmet on, he read the instructions for entering a persons dream... Now all he needed was a victum... um... TEST subject.



(Anyone willing to continue?)