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*tapes a beard to his hood and sits in a blue rocking chair*
yes.. I can feel the mind-moo.. it asks a tale be told..
and So it shall be!
ehem.
Long ago, in a land of wonderful turquoise ground, there was a civilization blessed by the sacred cow..
These people lived in harmony with the blue, and all needs were met..
But as is so oft to happen, Tragedy struck.
a Great Vile Brown monster, covered in small deceptive green sheets of pure poison with skin as hard as rock and a large gaping maw full of jagged protruding fang-like Blades, Tore its way from the ground.. from its hole poured out legions of horrid brown barbed vine like creatures with flesh just as tough as their master's..
in what seemed like but an instant, they had covered the splendorous lands sucked the mighty color from it to feed and empower their ruler..
Responding swiftly, The peoples of the land raised brush against these invaders.. But alas, even the bristliest of the brushes bounced harmlessly against the Armor of the creatures..
It took all the people could give to simply hold their ground.. Things seemed hopeless..
It was then that the greatest of the Indigo sages gathered and called to the Sacred cow! And Lo! He Did Moo back!!
And what a moo it was.. As the sound thundered forward, All in the wake of this ripple Exploded with the holy hue! The beasts were repelled and knocked away like annoying insects swatted by the Great Ones Mighty Tail!
When the ripple at last stopped, It did not fade.. No, It stood as an impassable wall of pure happy.. One even the Leader of the enemies could not break.
With the area safe for now, all flocked to the sacred cow to hear what he would say..
He looked upon his people in their time of need and said this.
"Blue.. Blue.."
With these simple, yet powerful words, there was a great shining.. So Bright that none could look into it..
Once it had faded the people looked again. The High one had vanished, and in his place, with a breath taking glow, sat the finest brush any had ever seen..
The sages looked upon it, and the words of the cow echoed in their minds.. Along with it, came a vision that they all shared.. written in a strange and awesome, squiggly text, The words formed in their minds..
"Take this weapon of power, children of the hue, and use its might against the evil ones. It shall not fail you, rest assured."
All stood in awe of the grandeur of the weapon for a short while before the people began to wonder who would be best chosen to wield it.
The sages moved to place the item in their inventories, but when they moved to do so they were knocked back and found them filled with cookies!
numerous calls to escargot express later, it was realized that only the chosen one could touch, much less equip, the great brush.
after even more calls to Escargot express, The chosen one was found to be a young man who worked in the blueberry fields and had only hoped to be a Wielder of the Paint Brush one day..
he strode forward and simply picked the brush up, then fiddled with some menus and stood before all, the brush in hand!
All cheered, for if this boy was who the cow had chosen then so it was, and ushered the eager lad out oh the great hall the sages had convened in..
The Beasts tore and clawed at the fading wall, while on the other side any who could fight were given weaponry to do so.
When at last the wall had vanished (not a moment before or after all were ready) battle was met!
Oh what a fight it was.. Psy of cyan flew about, buckets clanged, hamburgers were gobbled up, But the people were determined and they held out.
in the frenzy, one stood out.. the Boy with the Great Brush.. It cracked the limbs of the minion beasts with ease and it wasn’t long at all before the young man had worked his way to the boss fight.
Impressed, but not about to surrender, the creature reviled its name to be 'Weedex' and attacked!
The two traded blows.. with the Great Brush in hand, the young man fought as if he were levels upon levels higher than he really was..
the battle was tough none the less.. There were just too many weedex-spawn for any to help..
after a tiring fight for both warriors, the young man Raised the Great Brush High over his head and delivered a Smaaaaaash hit of attack slug proportions!
Weedex wiggled a bit and looked as if it could go on, but suddenly it rolled over and stopped moving..
The Hero turned to thrust the brush into the air and praise the sacred cow, when suddenly Weedex Exploded and sent him flying back to the Peoples who began cheering, as when the boss popped all the minions lost their nerves and began fleeing.
Their cheers were cut short when they realized the hero was in pretty bad shape.
Happy healers rushed to help, but most of them had used up all their P.P during the battle!
with his meter draining fast all began to panic.. and it was then that a funky beat began to play.. A worker for Escargot Express dashed to one of the sages and asked about were he was, for he was lost.. after being informed, he sighed deeply.
Frustrated and fed up with being sent to all the remote locales, the worker dumped his load of spicy jerky and ran off.
one of the sages snatched up all the jerky and used it on the Hero just at the last second..
He was saved!
The people worked hard to replace the blue that was drained away, and the young man dedicated his life and his great brush to ensuring the peace lasted..
Time passed, and the brush was handed down from generation to generation..
Then the great shifting happened, and the blessed blue lands were lost to the great ocean..
Someday, perhaps it will be found again, and the great Brush along with it..
So theres your story.. the mind-moo seems satisfied with its telling..
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