Stuck In Really Slow QuickSand.

-Somehow I have managed to find some pool floats, and I am not happily riding on them- You guys still sinking?

Huh? Some pool floats? Oh, like water-wings? Is that what you meant? 'Cause if so, I don't think we were the first to fall into this sand.

I wonder if those people under the sand are a tribe of children. Or mole people. Or mole children. Or leprechaun moles. Or leprechaun mole children made of gold.

edited 13th Apr '11 5:12:51 AM by Braincogs

I think the lack of food and water is getting to your head. There's a guy selling this stuff at the edge of the quicksand.

Is that the guy with the monkey on his shoulder that talks like a pirate?

edited 13th Apr '11 5:36:58 AM by Braincogs

-shakes fist-

Aye, that be me! I be a hearty pirate, here on the shore of the quick-sand! Steven me matey,

-nods at monkey on my shoulder, which seems to be wearing a monocle-

be sure to steal their goods, yahar!

Steven: Honestly, do I have to? It's messy and muddy in there though, and I've been working hard to keep my fur clean!

edited 13th Apr '11 5:43:23 AM by E.H.Grayson

Yep, that's the one. He has an accent to match, too. All "arrs" and "me hearties". See what I mean?

edited 13th Apr '11 5:45:44 AM by Phoenixor

Oh, right, o' course! -holds out gourds of water-

A piece o' eight for each bottle, an' be careful, it be the finest ru- I mean, water, from the mountain near by! -points at nearby mountain before scratching peg leg-

Steven: Indeed, I can personally confirm that, why, it's absolutely fabulous to drink! Bon appetite and so forth! -tips his top hat and cleans his monocle-

Kay, I'll take some water then. I don't have any money, though. But there's a castle underneath here. I'm sure I'll find something to pay you with then.

Aye... uh,

Steven: Absolutely not, how dare you think you can trick us! We are not common pirates, I'll have you know!

We aint?

Steven: No, of course not!

It's up to the bottom of my ribcage now. I think I'm going to die here.

Oh, God! I'M GONNA DIE! ...EVENTUALLY!

anyone else want to turn their sand into glass?

GUYS!! THEY MADE ME KING OF THERE SOCIETY!

I think he has gone crazy. His subtitles are in all caps.

Indeed. I'm pretty sure I'm right when I say that there's nothing but more sand below this sand. Guess I'll find out before long...

THE PEOPLE ARE MADE OF PURPLE DOWN HERE!

Well soon you will end up like me. I am a ghost because nobody got me some help so I am trapped here forever.

edited 15th Apr '11 6:33:55 PM by Littlequeen

-Stops possessing Dead Mans Life-

<Well, I was a ghost before it was cool.>

edited 18th Apr '11 3:30:38 AM by Slouch

Aye, there be ghosts?! o_O

And dragons, too! Sand dragons, they breathe fire and poop glass!

Doom doom doomdoom doom doom doom...