Iaman's Tale:

One fine daynight, three friends were gathered at an undisclosed location, for the purpose of tasking. These friends were, in order of awesomenesssf0 points, Iaman, Lia Lowry, and Shea Wolfe. Gathered to complete the task Bathe a Book and participate in some general merriment, these friends called up a (now) new sf0-er by the name of Kitty Kat, who was to supply the book. This book had been carefully handpicked, not only by Kitty, but by her college's bookstore, who refused to give her money for it. Shortly after the call was made, Kitty arrived, disguised as some sort of bizarre doppelganger of myself.



Shortly after Kitty arrived, Lia excitedly demanded to be introduced to the book that was to be bathed. Not to offend her new friend, Kitty obliged, revealing the soon-to-be-clean book.



Lia did not find anything wrong with this, and hurried upstairs with Shea and Kitty to bring her to this wonderful world of sf0. Staying behind, I gathered up some newspapers and logs, then prepared the bath.



Almost as soon as I had finished preparing the bath, the three came back downstairs, and found their way to me. Lia wanted to know when we were going to have the bath, so I finally revealed my dastardly plot.



Surprised at first, Lia eventually warmed up to the idea, and decided to be the one to start the fire. Pun very much so intended.



We began tearing into the book, ripping page after page from its precious binding. Eventually, we noticed the fire calming down a slight bit, and Shea took it to himself to cast the first page into the flames.



We all followed suit, even Lia, a devout Aesthematician.



Soon, naught but the cover of the book was left, and Lia and I teamed up to proudly sacrifice it to the gods of combustion.



As the last of the book burned away, there was much celebrating and merriment. Midway through eating up all the pineapple in said undisclosed location, I was interrupted by Lia!



Having found out that this all had been planned and plotted by me in a perverse attempt to perform, in the spirit of the Revolution, a University of Aesthematics task in a manner that worked in opposition to the U of A, Lia confronted me. The conversation spiraled downward and downward, until it eventually ended up where all such downwardly spiraling conversations end up. That's right, fisticuffs.




Quickly, I decided it would be best to get away from the myriad breakable objects in the room, and retreated. But a plan had been formed in my head, one that lead us outside, into the snow. As I leapt off the porch, onto the pathway, I realized that I had made one fatal miscalculation! We had nothing to protect our feet but our socks! Nevertheless, I carried out my new idea, and a snowball fight began!





Soon, the snowball fight was over, however, and a truce was called. (I totally won)

With a new peace forged between us, Lia and I went back to the fireplace and warmed our little feet up with the smoldering remains of our book fire, like two little children.



A fun time was had by all, and many great memories were made.

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