Thread:Ancient Alien Astronaut/@comment-25989346-20151028230643/@comment-25989346-20151031164349

I feel like a castaway, climbing up a long jagged  coral beach, in search of the last succulent eucalyptus frond left on the planet. My fur is scraping off in long bloody patches, the sting from the ocean on my open wounds, "bear"ly noticeable. My canteen was dropped when it stopped gifting me daily with little gifts of water. I've been drinking saltwater out of desperation, they say it can make go crazy and hallucinate, but who takes advice from a time traveling alien riding a pony, while strumming out the tune to Deliverance on the tail of some anonymous mutt. I press on with my 2 seekers and Only8 time machines - must find sphere, MUST find sphere! There, on the summit, partially obscured by the waves of heat, could it be what I've been striving for? Only ten potions lie between us. Can I make it? Can this be it? A gust of wind and the sphere rolls backwards out of sight. "Nooooo! Wilson?!" Will KoalaGuy reach his goal?

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