In a frontier state, within the thick of a wooded area, there lives a rather adorable raccoon. His name is Tanoo. He is a rather camera-friendly guy, as you can see here:



Tanoo often likes to take a swim by the nearby stream. One day, something rather interesting happened as he went down to the stream to swim.

(NSP: I was inspired to start an interactive story that used images to strengthen its story when I read the link provided in the thread. Since this is the first attempt, I figure it can be pretty loose. Therefore, take the story wherever you want it to go, whether it be serious or comedic, and use any sort of image you want. It can be a photograph, drawing, screenshot... just as long as you can work it into the story.

You do not have to post a picture for each post, and whatever you do post I ask that you keep to a small size. If people like this kind of story, I might try to work with a more planned-out idea, perhaps a docu-drama like in the link in the "freaky" thread.

The image is courtesy of Ford. Thank you.)

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(in story order)
The Change (The Second War) (sci-fi/fantasy) --not finished/on hold--
The Crusade--tentative title (fantasy/sci-fi) --To Be Announced--
Saga of the 3rd War (fantasy/sci-fi) --finished--
The Shadows of Darkness (fantasy/sci-fi) --finished--
The Eternal War (fantasy/sci-fi) --not finished/IN PRODUCTION--

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Then, suddenly as Tanoo was crossing a street, a lazy road-painter-guy drove along...



Sorry Geb, couldn't resist! ^_^

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I finally got around to updating my sig... *grumble*...

but suddenly, Tanoo came back to life and pillaged the villaged! WRAA (ps. maybe I'll make a sketch of the pillaging raccoon.)

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There we go! WRAA!

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Ayup Ayup Ayup

"Do or do not - I still won't care"

My Motto: "I put the fun in dysfunctional!"

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In the course of pillaging the village, Tanoo came upon a basket of fish. Now, he was never one to turn down a fish so he took it to the river to wash. However, as he sat next to the river he failed to notice a dorsal fin erupt from the water and start heading his way.........

By the way, since I have no picture skills, this is as a good as it gets.

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Trogdor was a man....or..maybe he was a dragon-man... or maybe he was just a dragon....but he was still TTRRRRROOOOGGGGGGGDDDDOOOOORRRRRRR

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( same with me, i can't provide any pics) ... so Tanoo reached into the fish basket and drew a stale, two foot long pike. He waited slowly into the fin came a meter from the shore, then he jumped into a whacking frenzy at the fin.

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"There are three kinds of men: Those who learn by reading, the few who learn by observing, and then there's those guys that just have to pee on the electric fence for themselves."

Oh, if you could only have seen him in action, my friends. Indeed, if ever there were a medal to be awarded for swordsmanship against a dorsal fin, Tanoo's gallantry surely would have earned it this day. Alas, there are no such medals, and unfortunately for Tanoo, there was more to the fin that met the eye. The fin -- or rather, what was left of the pike-battered fin -- slowly began to rise above the water's surface, revealing no manner of sea creature of any sort, but rather an exceptionally large grizzly bear!

Tanoo recognized him as being none other than Jamba the Bear. Quite the prankster, Jamba was returning from the far side of the river, having had a ripping good time scaring the living daylights out of the deer and otters over there with his new back-strapped shark fin. His pride and joy, that fin was; he'd been working on it meticulously throughout most of summer's eve. Content with his sharky mischief, he was heading home to enjoy a nice basket of fish waiting for him back at the village. As he stood up, a look of confusion crossed Jamba's face.



He thought to himself, "Just what exactly happened?" He looked over his shoulder and discovered what that thwapping was all about a moment ago. His prank fin was ruined, tattered and scored with impressions of what looked like... pike?

As he looked over to Tanoo, who by now had scurried back to the river's edge, he noticed a basket of fish just beyond what looked vaguely familiar... "Hey," thought Jamba to himself, "that's my basket of fish!" Not only had Tanoo ruined a whole summer's worth of practical jokes, but the little twit was eating up his food, too! "And just wait till he sees what happened to his village!" Tanoo soberly realized.

Things weren't looking good for Tanoo. Sure, Jamba was ever the jokester, but when the joke was on him, that was another matter entirely. And the last thing you want on your hands is an angry bear. Verily, the rage boiling within Jamba erupted in the form of a bone-chilling roar!



Tanoo did the only thing that sprang into his panic-stricken little mind: he ran to the nearest tree and climbed up its gnarly branches as high as he could, clinging tightly to its trunk.



Jamba was out for blood and was at the base of the tree in no time flat. What in the world was Tanoo going to do?

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Tanoo climbed as high as he could. Jamba was at the base of the tree, roaring and snarling and carrying on as bears do when they're angry. Tanoo was so scared, he nearly soiled himself. Poor Tanoo didn't know what he was going to do. Jamba didn't show any signs that he was going to leave, even after several hours. Tanoo couldn't hang on for very much longer...

Tanoo was just about ready to give up, and began slipping down the gnarly tree branches, when suddenly, he had a wonderful idea. Yes, this idea would work! With his renewed confidence, Tanoo mustered up enough energy to hold on tight to the branch, and pull out the "Raccoon Distress Whistle 3000©" that he bought off of the home shopping network. He gave a mighty blast, in hopes that his cousin Morty, who was a really huge linebacker at the local high school, could come and rescue him.

Sure enough, in eight seconds flat, Morty the Huge Raccoon was there!



Morty ran through a crowd of funny white people in a parking lot who were standing around looking for UFOs and tackled Jamba! Jamba was so startled by this rather polyesther looking raccoon that he ran off without lookin back.

Tanoo was finally able to come out of the tree. He thanked Morty proper, as his mother had taught him, then went on his way, back to his Oak Tree apartment. His roommate, Riff-raff, a red-chested-blue-backed-white-underside-yellow -beaked-brown-legged-black-eyed miniature flying forest penguin, asked him how his day was. "Great! I had an adventure!" "That's fine," said Riff-raff. "Let's get some sleep, then we'll go on another adventure tomorrow!"



In the morning, Tanoo and Riff-raff were walking along, not paying much attention where they were going, and stumbled into a place they had never been before...

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...The Olive Garden!

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"There are three kinds of men: Those who learn by reading, the few who learn by observing, and then there's those guys that just have to pee on the electric fence for themselves."