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Name: Mr.
Interests: About the Author:
MrFunkyland is the proprietor of the local neighborhood Grizzlebees. "You'll wish you had less fun!"
Expertise: Cattles prodding.
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Medical
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
2/21/2005
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| Okay, random question. Anybody interested in...
THE COMPLETE ENDING TO THE FUNKYLAND SAGA!??!??!?!
Plans are under way to finish construction on the blatantly incomplete story that is Funkyland. This is no small happening. Tell everyone you know. I'm serious. People must understand that Funkyland as we know it is soon to be complete in all it's resplendent glory!
I don't know when, but sometime in the coming months I will be taking all the chapters of Funkyland from this site and porting them into HTML files. I've already done that with some of them, as you may have seen me advertise earlier on this site. When complete, the entire adventure will be in HTML format for easy navigation. I estimate, based on the plot I've been mapping out, that the story will be over 100 pages in length. And believe me when I say that it becomes absolutely epic towards the end.
More news to come.
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| Anyone who hasn't had a chance to hear my voicemail message and wants to should call in the next couple of days. Twenty points to anyone who can guess what language I'm speaking.
If you need my number, Jason has it. Probably some other people too, but I don't know.
In other news, Denton/Dallas totaly rocks. I don't have internet so I'm checking whenver I can from school. Call me so I can know what's going on.
And I'm still writing in my composition journal on my website. http://www.geocities.com/aaronfryklund
I apologize for the fact that this is a normal entry. I usually avoid such things. I hope you will find it in your hearts to forgive me.
Wait... does anyone still read this...?
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| Compositional HijinksAnyone who might be interested in following my compositional hijinks
over the next few semesters should check this out. I took your
suggestions seriously and started a composition journal on my geocities
website. You could call it a "blog" if you like. I read maddox so I
won't. Check it out. I'm excited at the prospect of publicly cataloging
my endeavors and I hope it will interest some of you as well. http://www.geocities.com/AaronFryklund.
Incidentally, while I was coding all the changes to the site I was
listening to Tan Dun, Symphony 1997. Mr. Dun is the score composer for
the movie Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. It's pretty freaking awesome and would completely recommend it.
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| ATTENTION READERS: Those of you who chose
"Ted Turner" please refer to the chapter below, replacing the words
"Ronald McDonald" with "Ted Turner" and "seals" with "humans."
Chapter 28: Strange Dreams and Ted Turner
(Page
52)
Two
out of four experts chose Ronald McDonald. And by experts I mean
students. And by students I mean faithful readers. And by faithful
readers, I mean seedless grapes that spoke to me in a dream.
As you make your decision, you are instantly teleported out of the McDonalds and you see the following before you.
You
step through the Ronald McDonald fargate only to discover that your
actions have killed hundreds of baby seals. Also, beyond a moral level, your choice was incorrect. You Lose. Game over.
YOUR DIED
Please try again.
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| Chapter 27:
Rock n Roll McDonalds! Rock n Roll
McDonalds!
(Page
50)
Well what do we have here?
Could it possibly be THE FIRST
FUNKYLAND UPDATE IN NINE MONTHS!!?!?!?!??!??!?!?! Yes, it
could.
Surprised as you may be, I will continue the story as if nothing out of
the ordinary has happened. Just trying to write good literature here,
you know?
Right, so on to the story. As we discovered last year, it was a mistake
to assume that John Travolta was the one who suckerpunched you in the
kidney in Zork. That led us to
death-by-lame-american-knockoff-of-a-japanese-horror-movie. So as it
stands know, we are occupying a very smelly square foot of space in
Outer Space McDonalds.
(Man, it's tough getting the hang of this again...)
You decide that the best way to solve this mystery is to go back to
Zork. As we have learned, however, the system of Fargates is extremely
difficult to navigate. So what will we do you ask?
You walk in to the back room of the McDonalds and find a really old
computer. And the game Zork is sitting next to it! What a coincidence!
You insert the disk into the computer and begin your investigation. You
navigate your way back to the scene of the crime, but nothing. You find
no evidence of any sort of foul play. Then, as your eye wanders back to
the desk at which you are sitting, you see a little piece of paper that
looks like it was just placed there for you to find!
As expected, the paper ushers in a very important plot device! At the
top, the paper reads "How to build a Fargate in the videogame Zork."
Interesting, but not interesting enough. Your ADD motivates you to read
further. Further down the page, you see something disturbing... BLOOD!
Wait, no. Sorry. Ketchup. Catsup brand Ketchup. Below the Ketchup, it
reads...
"How to teleport oneself into the game Zork and lie in wait in the
shadows for some poor sucker to walk by so you can deliver a package to
his kidneys"
Holy crap! Whoever it was that punched you, they were sitting right
here! You look around more for some more evidence. In the corner of the
room, you spot a fingerprint analyzer! Sweet! And sour!
You put the piece of paper in the machine and wait for a few minutes.
As expected the machine beeps and buzzes and soon you have your
results. The printer moves painfully slow, but finally you read the
paper: "INCONCLUSIVE. NO PRINTS DETECTED."
What could this mean!? Okay, I'll tell you. The person was probably
wearing gloves. And John Travolta is a kown glove-a-phobe. So you delve
a little further. You decide to taste the ketchup sample on the paper.
Tastes more like catsup, to me. You notice that it doesn't taste like
normal McDonalds ketchup. You call the manager over and inquire about
the ketchup. "That looks like blood!" he says. Then you explain that
you'd already come to that conclusion. "Oh, well then it must be our
super-secret special formula catsup. It's only available to those of
very high standing in McDonalds." High standing, eh? How interesting...
Who was it?
If you choose Ronald McDonald go to page 52.
If you choose The Grimace go to page 53.
If you choose Birdie go to page 54.
If you choose the beloved Constable go to page 55.
If you choose the Hamburglar go to page 56.
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