Pogothulu

it aint the age, its the mileage...trust me.

hmph...dont go there if ya wanna talk 'bout bad knees bub.

Im seriously considering making a very longer story/novella/novel(?) out of that pulp action piece(s) I wrote today. Of course altering some names too.

bwahahahaha

wow that killed the thread. lol

ty..or alan quartermainish?

so..no one liked the story?

The Continuing Adventures of Alan Pogomain:

With all skill of the seasoned adventurer I was, I decided on the only course of action. Run like hell for that egg! With deft swiftness and agility I was able to dodge the dart traps and had arrived at the egg. Oddly, there were no dart traps here. I cautiously looked around for any traps. None could be seen. The egg was just sitting there. I placed both hands firmly on each side of the egg and lifted it slowly. Nothing had happened yet so I placed the egg in my backpack, making sure it was secure and slung it over my shoulder.
Seconds later, a runbling was heard and the room began to shake. Lookign around I saw cracks in the floors, ceiling and walls. I ran for the doorway as if lighting had entered my legs carrying me faster than I thought possible. Around me pieces of ceiling were falling mad tiles of the floor were cracking and falling into what looked like a bottomless abyss!
I made it out of the room but found my original way out blocked. It seemed the whole place was collapsing! I quickly turned the othher way and went down the dark hallway. Another light up ahead could be seen and I took that as a sign of salvation. As i looked ahead I could see light and caught myself, stopping on a dime, as the saying goes, at the foot of another bottomless chasm! I looked around quickly and found a sturdy vine in which i released from the wall and was able to swing across to the other side as the edge I had just been standing on gave way and crumbled into the pit.
I landed on the other side, but with the rumbling and quaking going on I had no time to stop. I kept running down another passageway, trying to run faster as I felt the floor crumbling beneath my heels.
To my dismay, ahead of me I saw a wall. A dead end? NO not after all this. With all strength and will to survive i began pounding on the wall. I pushed and lo and behold the wall moved backward! Ah, a hidden door! It stopped moving and suddenly, without warning, the floor gave out under me! Seconds later I relaized it was a chute I was sliding down. But to where? I could not fathom. What felt like an eternity later, I saw ywt another bright light and this time heard music playing. This music wasnt that of the ancient tribe I had encountered earlier, but something more familiar to my ears.
As i neared another wall, thinking I would be smashed to pieces, the wall slid open. The chute ended, but my momentum carried me. I landed and flat on my back too. I kept my eyes closed for a moment and felt a hardwood floor.I opened my eyes and saw a large room- abar with someone singing ad many creatures dancing and playing about- a few kittehs and puppeh and humans.
A voice, in perfect Englis then spoke. 'Welcome to the rookery, Mr. Pgomain!'...

(I tell ya in all this time I had no idea that was in the backyard!! )

Hope ya all liked it! I have an EMG appointment in 15, wish me luck! (no idea what time Ill be back either)

From the Continuing Journal of Alan Pogomain:

I had been walking through the dark passages of the temple for what seemed like hours. Luckily I was able to take my backpack with me. I had made sure to take some essentials- extra torches, a lighter, some rope, my journal and pen, a makeshift firdt aid kit, some water and bitlong, I was even allowed to take my weapons with me. Even though they let me take all this, it was the looks on thier faces when they said it would be ok. They looked as if saying to me all this wont help.
As I ventured on, my spirtis lifted as I saw a faint light ahead. As i approached, I was wary of any traps that might be sprung. I neared the room from where the light was coming, and slowly looked around the corner into the lighted room. I saw what appeared to be a temple room of some kind. Torches lit on the walls, glowing braziers and what appeared to be a giant golden statue of a bird. Sitting in front of the bird was a large egg, golden in color, and from this vantage point and distance it looked like it was encrusted with gems of all sorts!
I steadied myself in the doorway. I took one of the extinguished torches and pushed down on one of the stone tiles. Darts shot out frrom both walls. What an ingenious and original trap! My wits were surely to be tested now.

(to be continued)

From the Continuing Journal of Alan Pogomain:

At this startling turn of events, the tribal elder pointing at me and the ancient map I had, I had no idea what to expect next. As if my thoughts were answered, what sounded like a huge gong was rung thrice. Out of the temple before us, a ziggurat of some kind, walked what I can only imagine would be the tribes high priestess, dressed in nothing but red faethers and a heddress resembling a giant bird.
At this point one of our retainers, who only now, told me he could make out slightly what they were saying. He explained that they were celebrating the 'great bird's return'. Whatever that meant. From further deducing on our behlaf, they were able to explain to me that the 'treasure' on the map was located in the temple and that only I could go forth through the 'trials' to get there!.
But first, to help 'prepare' me for this, they offered us a feast of a black liquid, which tasted of mild bitter coffee and some flat circular food tasting breadlike..
After the feast, we were assured my men would be safe as I ventured forth into the trials of the temple...

(to be continued)

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[[OOC]] heh Pogo's posts have been very entertaining today


*waves* hiya everyone that came in after me.

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glad ya like em! more to come...wait, does that mean all my other posts WEREN'T entertaining?

From the Journal of Alan Pogomain:

After our short break our expedition continued onward. The silence slowly gave away to rythmic chanting and drum beating in the distance. We prepared our weapons but kept them in a position to show whoever we were to meet ahead that we came in peace.
We came to the edge of a small ridge and to our surpirse, we saw an ancient ritual being performed.
Circles of dancers with arge feathers adorning thier clothes dancing as if imitating a bird. The drummers all head headresses on with these large feathers in them as well.
Unfortunately, one of our men was too clumsy and fell forward making a noise heard even over the tribal drums nd chanting. They all stopped and looked up at our party. With incredible speed we were surrounded by tribal warriors, birdlike in clothing, holding spears aimed at us! Quickly, I was somehow able to rleate to them that we meant no harm. I showed them the ancient map and at that instant a tribal elder grabbed it and held it over his head, yelling some tribal gibberish and pointing at me!...

(to be continued)

Our journey continued onward. The further we went the closer we were getting to the unknown. We had no idea what to expect. Vague clues on the map were our only guide..Pictues of a bird-like creature, a ziggurat or pyramid perhaps, ancient hieroglyphics dating further back than anything I had ever seen.
I ordered the party to stop for a few minutes to double check thier weapons. I was carrying a bowie knife in a hip holster, my twin revolvers in the side holsters, and slung over my shoulder- my trustee rifle. We agreed to take in some water and chew on some bitlong.
Looking up I noticedthe thick green cover we had was slowly thinning away, blue skies were in front of us. perhaps a good omen? But then, someone in the party pointed out that the animal sounds we heard were fewer between than was the norm for this country.

There we were, me and my small group of adventurers. We had found the hidden path just like the ancient map showed. Warily we walked on. The thick brush surrounded us on all sides, yet somehow the path ahead was relatively clear. The occassional thick branch needed a good machete swipe or two, but the path looked like it was used often.
Thoughts of some long forgotten tribe or ancient civilization crossed my mind more than once now.
The silence was disturbed every so often by a native bird cawing or the accidental crack of a fallen twig being stepped on. Alert as we were we reached for our weapons from time to time.

Thank you lad.. Ok so who's up for an adventurous quest this morning?

Perhaps this Doc Sackperson, after his tussle, may be interested in joining my latest adventure into the deepest darkest part of Africa (cause if it was the brightest, well lit, shallowest part it wouldnt be much of an adventure )

(oops!! I meant doc savage!! ) friend of mine read the books and i saw the movie years ago...

wow a doc samson, man of bronze reference!!

*walks down from the attic lab wearing an outfit reminiscent (sp?) of Allan Quartermain.(been reading those novels this month, couldnt help it). He looks like hes been adventuring and by the look in his eyes he's getting ready to go on another African adventure*.

Ah good morning all! Pamcakes, oj and coffee before I start off.

Unfortunately very busy this weekend, might not get to see it til wednesday

Chris Claremont IS the the Godfather/Father/Grandfather/Savior of the X-Men. Before he came along the title was coming out bi-monthly and Marvel decided to republish the stories cause no one was reading it hardly. Along came Chris Claremont and BOOM!!! The rest, as they say, is history.
Hell I remember in the early 90's one issue sold 7 MILLION copies in one month BEFORE the 'investor fiasco'.

Ok, I screwed up..It DOES take place at the dam, Stryph..We had some confusion in the theater..seems an elderly couple walked in 10 minutes late, the husband had a walker and instead of sitting in the handicapped seating they insisted on sitting in the middle of the theater in the regular seats...about the time all this was going on in the movie, the wife yells out her husband was having a stroke..the EMT's showed up,big scene, etc for 15 mins..turns out the husband fell asleep..lmao..but yeah that part is ok..but the movie still had a lot of plotholes, generic action, and just a mishmosh of unneccessary appearances, etc...

The whole 3-mile island thing was where stryker was doing other experiments...but still...meh..bleh!

Yes I know! I told my comic bookstore to add those to my bin. It'll come out bi weekly..Im interested to see what wouldve/couldve/shouldve happened...Sorry I hold Claremont in high-esteem, especially with the X-men.

I always liked Colossus myself..The warrior-artist..The 'tragedy' of his sister..I always felt like they never explored that character enough...Well when Claremont was at the helm he developed all these characters, but since he left...eh.

His popularity started when he was the cool anti-hero in one, maybe two, books and everyone wanted more of him..But now hes in so many books hes just 'there' oversaturating the market.