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Date Posted: 10:40:15 09/22/03 Mon
Author: Ragnorak
Subject: Minions: The Weedorions View

Ragnorak...the Weedorions King, sat in a modern wooden chair. The wood had the Ash effect and was well crafted since the ‘legs’ were detailed and the backing had a symbol in the centre with vines flowing around it. He was at a circular table with several odd other Weedorions sat in chairs just like his around the table. All of the Weedorions were in a relaxed seating position and were rapidly talking about various subjects such as swimming, fighting, farming and about the recent party. It was Ragnoraks’ tenth year being leader of the Weedorions. Although it was one in the morning the next day so the party had stopped, but it was still a major event in all Weedorions minds.

Ragnorak used to be a human, his first name was Lewis but when he got a computer and the Internet he often played on Internet games only and developed the name Ragnorak. Of course he knew he had spelt it wrong but it was a fairly popular name so he had to often change the spelling of his Internet life name. Once the seagulls had attacked the world of humans was destroyed, no laws existed so he gave up the name of Lewis and named himself Ragnorak. After his defeat over David who was tempted by the God of Food, he died from the remains of David’s insane army. Since Earth had become nothing more than the population of 100,000 other races showed their faces to this world and had one thing set in their mind, to control part of Earth, if not all of it. Since Ragnorak fled from David’s corpse to get away from his raged bus drivers he travelled a good distance away until his death. Venturing Weedorions found Ragnorak on the floor, it was the first human they had seen, they realised he was dead but brought him back to their village that was upon a large hill. After doing studies on his body and bones they found out that all of their previous idea’s and whereabouts on humans were wrong, for instance the human body was very frail and weak un-like the Weedorions body which could take a large amount of pain and destruction. Puzzled about this the Weedorions declared Lewis’ body as a gift from the Goddess of Luck. They got the top scientists to create a device that could revive Rag and give him the body of a Weedorion; the gifted one shall then be King. After thirty-seven months of planning, testing and building devices the Weedorions finally got one that worked-or so they believed. A French Weedorion who had an imaginative mind created it. The machine worked and Ragnorak became a Weedorion, at first he was confused and aggressive towards these new beings, but after four days he finally accepted his fate. The Weedorions tried the experiment with the animal known as a rabbit five years later; sadly the machine went critical and blew up destroying a fair amount of the village that had now developed into a town. This disaster killed many Weedorions and others said that Ragnorak must be a gift since the device only worked on him...It took Rag a long time to get used to moving since he wasn’t a medium height, weak or brown haired no more, he had a circular head, with one gigantic eye and a smaller one that was slightly behind the large one. The smaller one was disabled like all other Weedorions right eye and was a greyish colour. His teeth were yellow and were crooked. He had no nose, only snake like nostrils implanted into his face. There was no hair on his body what so ever, he was a pale yellow colour and had tentacles almost as long as his entire body. His body was naturally crimpled and his feet were attached to his body. Since the Weedorions feet were strong, but to small to keep balance they stitch trainers into them using metal thread a few weeks after birth, thankfully no Weedorion remembers the pain apart from Ragnorak. His trainers were deep blue like other male Weedorions female Weedorions wore pink trainers. They are a lot more circular than human trainers and had no ‘tongue’. Also a Weedorion had no bones, instead their body uses water sacks for a substitute. For an example of how they work take part of a tentacle that is currently strait. If a Weedorion wanted to bend their tentacle to their left the water pouch that is on its left will release water into the water patch opposite it (right side), therefore there is more water to one side and that forces the Weedorions tentacle to move to the left, of course Weedorions need to drink a substantial amount of water everyday or they will find it hard, some resort to alcohol because of its taste, while other’s keep to water, a more sufficient liquid to fill their bodies with.

Rag wore nothing but a leather belt that had a socket for a handy dagger. The buckle was bronze and the belt strap itself had the same icon the chair he was sat on had. It was a circle with an outer ring around it except an eighth of the ring had been taken off and eight lines pointing away from the inner circle were around the out line. The Weedorion sat to his right was around Rag’s age and was called Armeda. The Weedorion was wearing nothing at all and was laughing hysterically at a joke from the Weedorion to Armeda’s right. The Weedorion who pulled the cracking joke was known as Creasont, a Weedorion in his mid forties who was also wearing nothing. Opposite Ragnorak there was a tall Weedorion (only four foot ten) called Bashwatles, or as most call him Commander Bashwatles. He was somebody who you wouldn’t want to meet in a dark ally by yourself, his presence was menacing but he was pure at heart and loyal to his King and generally wore a piece of armour, on this particular morning he was wearing a shoulder guard. A female Weedorion was to his left, she was known as Faith, although her name is simple compared to most other Weedorions she does not see why it is different since she has been brought up by her parents to believe in the Goddess of Luck and sees is as a blessing. She is twenty eight-one year younger than Rag and Armeda. She wore a black leather skirt with three buttons keeping it together and a tattoo of the symbol of the Goddess of Luck on her right, just above her skirt; it was the same symbol as the ones on the chairs and on Ragnorak’s belt.

The reason why all of these Weedorions were up so late in Faith’s house was because it was a private party for Ragnoraks tenth year as a King, major friends only...Faith’s girly voice came into the talking of the male Weedorions saying that she was going to clean up the plates. Ragnorak heard her and instantly started to help collect plates, he went to reach for a wooden cup while looking at his belt that glinted in the candle light, he felt a strange feeling on the end of his tentacle as he lowered his tentacle to grab the cup. The voices around him abruptly stopped and Faith gave off a slight giggle and the object that had been touching Rag’s tentacle from underneath moved away quickly and Faith shuffled off to the kitchen giving an amusing smile to the other Weedorions. Ragnorak glanced up to see where the mug was and why everyone had stopped talking. He jolted back a little bit when he noticed his friends were all looking at him-apart from Faith who was cleaning the plates she brought to the kitchen.
“Err, why are we all looking at me?” Questioned Ragnorak in a manly voice while quickly checking the table for that mug that seems to avoid him.
“Cos’ you put your tentacle on mine, silly” Answered Faith raising her voice a bit so she could be heard.
Ragnorak blushed and apologised.
“S’ok, sure you didn’t mean to!” Replied Faith again going back to her quiet, soft voice.
The reason why Ragnorak touching Faith’s tentacle was such a big deal is because Weedorions do not need to get as close as humans to breed, all it takes is the exchange of saliva so basically a kiss is sufficient, so a hug in Weedorion life is seemed as a close thing to do, even if it is friendly most Weedorions would get the wrong idea about the two who hugged. Basically two Weedorions holding hands (which Ragnorak almost did to Faith) is the equivalent of two humans kissing.
Once the table had been cleaned the five tired Weedorions sat in Faith’s living room and watched television, which was a copy of the humans-released in the Weedorion Empire twenty years ago. Ragnorak sat beside Creasont and Bashwatles while Faith and Armeda had to sit on the floor since there were no more chairs in the living room. They were watching a Weedorion romance film (Faith’s choice) were a female Weedorion out-cast becomes friends with a famous actor who she loves and is desperately trying to make him love her, but unfortunately there is a different female Weedorion that the famous male actor is interested in so the point of watching the film is to see if the out-cast can get the famous actors heart or not. After a twenty minuets of boredom for the males Bashwatles decided to go home because he has a meeting in the after-noon the next day and doesn't to look rough. Eventually Rag, Creasont and Armeda follow him in the space of fifteen minuets. By time Rag had got home and into bed it was two-thirty two in the morning, with his last yawn he turned out his bedroom light and fell into a deep sleep thinking about the first time he had ever become a Weedorion.

(Edited by Shadowbane, Oringinal post 09:24:04 09/16/03 Tue)

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