Lord of the Buds

I'm starting this because Naykidapes to freaking lazy....so yeah....i'll leave it to him....*cough*

 

*twiddles thumbs*

 

OK, first off who want's to be who. Here's the parts that are open;


Frydo DimeBaggins
Samwise ganja
Peregrine Toke
Marajuana BrandyBud
AraChronic
Gandolph the Baked
Arweed
Legoleaf
Galadresin
Tom Bongbidil

(still thinking)

 

The riders of RoHash

The Narczul
The evil Chillum

 

Dude you.are.a.GOD!

I'm Gandolph the Baked :H

 

the Dank lord SauraNarc

 

dammit people need to join in.....

 

Ok.


The Buds of power were grown in the third Age of Heavy Metal Earth.

3 buds were given to the Elves, the new Age seekers of the buzz

7 were given to the Dwarves, masters of metal craft and hydroponics who dwelt deep within the dark reaches of their parents basements.

9 were given to the kings of men, aspiring rock musicians who dwelt in the lands of GarageBandor

But, unbeknowest to all the other bud bearers the Dank Lord SarauNarc grew within his secret greenhouse a strain of bud so powerful that a great paranoia settled and spread thoughout all of Heavy Metal Earth...

 

Can I be Tom Bongbidil?

 

sure.

It might take awhile for this thread to go anywhere, if it does though.

 

hahaha this is brilliant

 

The Nuggits were a peaceful, lazy little race of burnouts who seldom ventured beyond the borders of their cozy little hangout in the Haight Ashire.

Known as Halfsacks among the other races....

 

keep going man

 

Wow... this gives me a reason to actually like lord of the rings... kinda.

 

..the Nuggits gave little thought to the bigger doings of the outside world, cut off as they were from the rest of Heavy Metal Earth by their remote pyschological location as well as their questionable habits (or lack thereof) in the matters of personal hygeine.

Instead the nuggets busyed themselves with their own small, happy concerns; getting baked, eating, getting baked, eating again, getting really baked, spainchging passing strangers and wanderring merchants so that they might continue to eat and, yes, get baked.

But on this particular day...

 

Aww damnit, that's who I wanted to be.

 

... all the A'Shire was a flurry of preparation. For it was to be that on this day one of the A'Shires foremost citizens, one ChillBro DimeBaggins, was to be released from prison where he had spent many weary days and nights serving sentence for possesion without intent to distribute, a rather serious infraction of protocol in the A'Shire.


On this occasion one of ChillBro's oldest and dearest friends, as well as one of his more reliable connections, a wizard and coffee shop tarot reader known as Gagcough the Baked had journeyed far to join the denisons of the Haight A'shire in the celebrations

 

ChillBro had first met Gagcough some years before when they had set out together with some of Gagcough's homeDwarves to recover some front money after the evil dragon Shwag had burned them in a drug deal.

 

I call Peregrine Toke!!!

 

Ok, so far we got:


All Rhodeisian reject = Gagcough the Baked
Art Delpho = Tom Bongbidil
Nathan = Perigrine toke


Now if we just had a script....