MM Tribe Sieges TDA
Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2012 10:35 pmGreetings Filthy Squatters of Salem,
Our story begins as the wise Chief PeePooKaKa lay on a beach. Basking in the sunlight that emanated from a texture-less sky, he lay half naked on the beach stroking hissinging log headdress. All of a sudden a small seagull lands on his leg.
"CAW CAW" cries the Seagull
"Whats that you say? Somebody needs the help of the Tribe?" responds The Chief
"Caw... Caw... Caw Caw CAW!" explains the Seagull
"You have a letter on your leg? Its an emergency?" responds the Chief
The chief quickly unties the blood-soaked letter and begins reading.
Oh No! Apparently this player who has had much training in the arts of the English language from Darnokpl is in need of assistance! TRIBE.... ASSEMBLE!
The Tribe ran like only the Tribe can and within hours they had arrived at the city described in the letter.
They immediately began surveying the city. The Tribe quickly concluded that the initials "TDA" stood for "Timber Destroying Authority". The Tribe had heard of an organization whose mission was to destroy the lovely Timber from Mother Nature and organize it in sadistic piles as some form of cultish ritual but never had they seen 100's upon hundreds of these harvest-able piles in one location.
The Tribe had no choice but to do what the Tribe does in situations like this.
Just then the citizens of the mighty TDA arrived! For some unknown reason they were both confused and angry as to why the Tribe was there. As if they thought those piles could sit in the open and Justice would remain blind to their actions. Regardless, a fair trial was had and the verdict arrived. GUILTY! The punishment.... DEATH!
All but one citizen of TDA was executed. The last was left alive so that he could share his journey with others and raise awareness to the dangers of this new "Timber"-fad. The Chief met up with him later in Boston where he expressed his gratitude for letting him live.
And so is the story of the late TDA. May their claims be returned to Mother Nature.
Their piles were erected as "Plank Walls" in the Tribal lands as a monument to the boards and trees that suffered through the horrible Prison Piles of TDA. And as for our mysterious letter-writer. It appears that he was pleased.
Your Welcome my little letter-writing friend..... Your Welcome.
Chief PeePooKaKa
MM Tribe
Our story begins as the wise Chief PeePooKaKa lay on a beach. Basking in the sunlight that emanated from a texture-less sky, he lay half naked on the beach stroking his
"CAW CAW" cries the Seagull
"Whats that you say? Somebody needs the help of the Tribe?" responds The Chief
"Caw... Caw... Caw Caw CAW!" explains the Seagull
"You have a letter on your leg? Its an emergency?" responds the Chief
The chief quickly unties the blood-soaked letter and begins reading.
Oh No! Apparently this player who has had much training in the arts of the English language from Darnokpl is in need of assistance! TRIBE.... ASSEMBLE!
The Tribe ran like only the Tribe can and within hours they had arrived at the city described in the letter.
They immediately began surveying the city. The Tribe quickly concluded that the initials "TDA" stood for "Timber Destroying Authority". The Tribe had heard of an organization whose mission was to destroy the lovely Timber from Mother Nature and organize it in sadistic piles as some form of cultish ritual but never had they seen 100's upon hundreds of these harvest-able piles in one location.
The Tribe had no choice but to do what the Tribe does in situations like this.
Just then the citizens of the mighty TDA arrived! For some unknown reason they were both confused and angry as to why the Tribe was there. As if they thought those piles could sit in the open and Justice would remain blind to their actions. Regardless, a fair trial was had and the verdict arrived. GUILTY! The punishment.... DEATH!
All but one citizen of TDA was executed. The last was left alive so that he could share his journey with others and raise awareness to the dangers of this new "Timber"-fad. The Chief met up with him later in Boston where he expressed his gratitude for letting him live.
And so is the story of the late TDA. May their claims be returned to Mother Nature.
Their piles were erected as "Plank Walls" in the Tribal lands as a monument to the boards and trees that suffered through the horrible Prison Piles of TDA. And as for our mysterious letter-writer. It appears that he was pleased.
Your Welcome my little letter-writing friend..... Your Welcome.
Chief PeePooKaKa
MM Tribe
