would like to start a story and see if it goes anywhere...

[Shadow duck]

along time ago there was a large wagon pulled by a very large bosk upon the bench seat sat a very large man beside him was a very small slip of a girl... these two traveled for many turns of the moons seeking something yet not finding what was searched for.. along the way they were joined by another large man riding a jet black beast a thump to his chest with his fist then an arm offered to the man on the wagons seat... this offer was excepted and they became brothers in this search.. as time passed more wagons joined and the original mans wagon grew in size as did the number of bosks pulling this wagon the large bosk leading the way grew much also... one nite while all were sleeping two small children slipped from this wagon and began painting different things ... all of these items became pink... (( can any of you continue this story??? ))

[Fishy!]

The small children- one fair of hair and light of skinned, and the other with hair as dark as night and a deep tan to match, painted everything in sight pink...

the bosk got pink horns, the Kailla got pink claws, they had pink wagons, pink saddles, pink scars upon their faces, even the chains on their faces were the same gastly shade of pink...

until the endless skys opened up to let out a torrential rain turning everything pink....

[-shrugs- onward the story goes!]

[RAGNAR]

When the very large man exited the wagon and took in the sight, he facepalmed, farted, and exclaimed, "Egawds...".

He looked at the very large bosk, the bosk snorted and returned the look, and together they viewed the slip of a girl kicked back wearing colored glass sunglasses kicking back beneath a bosk hide umbrella sipping pina colada as she counted her sparklies.

The slip of a girl returned their gaze, stating matter of factly, "I hate snow. I need a mini-me, an Uncle Raz, a duckie, and a tharn to throw rocks at because boys are stupid."

[prism {*RgR*1*}]

The very large man, fond of the slip of a girl, and inclined to cater to her whims because, hey, she amused him to no end, thought and thought.. then he summoned a council of councellors and they went into the wagon to ponder...

After much debate, while loud burping and farting and gagging noises were heard from within the wagon.. the council emerged.. some still green, some shaking their heads, some laughing, most eyes (that weren't still watering) twinkling with their amusement.... as a herald pronounced...

Pink has become the tribal color, and our new obsession. Like bing on a cherry.. We can all be flamingos during any celebrations!.. Also, the slip of a girl will have her mini-me and they will be given a wagon of their own to haul around their sparklies.. served by thralls, and driven by pink bosk. They shall be allowed to fill the wagon with whatever they wish.. In addition, they will be given rocks to throw (pink rocks, naturally) at whatever "just needs it".. And snows would not be allowed ..nosirnevernoteverevereverevereven!

The band of peoples rejoiced and chanted in their new pink kind of lingo...

[Shadow duck]

when the large man called for the slip of a girl he leaned down.. to whisper.. you have a new toy lil one she will be called mini me you may do with her as you wish.... and you are now first girl of all this camp which has grown into the tens of thousands then rising up to his full height he surveyed the lands before him as one by one his herd of bosks slowly became a rosy colour each being stained by the hard working slaves that seemed to be plenty.. the old guards laughed and emitted obnoxious smells as they sat upon the large beasts overseeing all this colouring of bosks.. with a twinkle in his eyes the large man looked back down to his slip of a girl and winked.. then turned on his heel to find the originators of this eruption of colours.... only the clomping sound of his great boots were heard as he stepped up the stairs into the now grand wagon the only wagon of two which had been decreed to not be coloured pink... noding to the his brother as he stood by the entrance he moved with in to bellow... WOOOBIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE  then he moved farther inside to wait but only mere moments before the slip of a girl dashed inside her fingers a strange shade of red and sticky like ramberrys........ a happy grin upon her face as she moved quickly to the large mans side .. his hand dropped to rest upon the top of her head then slid down to cup her chin liftin her face up to ask.....................