#adventures of algy

[photoblogdujour]

The abominable yeti, the bigfoot snowman of the flower garden. I'm quite intrigued by these fuzzy little critters. But don't let them catch you in a dark alley! They might tickle you.

[equalseleventhirds]

additionally and unrelated but i recently gmed a couple of oneshots for different groups using bubblegum wizards 2, which is a delightfully silly system, not particularly crunchy rules-wise but has some good structure to it.

the setting is The City, and infinite and magical expanse of all possible cities which have been merged together bcos interdimensional shenanigans. the players are wizards, meaning they do magic by chewing bubblegum (for power) and putting things in cards, which they can then summon (a la cardcaptor sakura, pokemon, etc). all their magic is summoning-based, but in a city with vampires, ghosts, magical or just weird animals, and anything else you can imagine in it, there's plenty of interesting and powerful stuff to catch & summon.

[mostlygibberish]

"On second thought, nevermind the pajamas. Just the toothbrush and a gun."

I liked the part with the cuckoo clock.

Bulldog Drummond is a fun, high-spirited adventure that doesn't take itself too seriously. The plot is interesting enough, if straightforward, and there were plenty of great comedic lines. There was of course a typically dull romantic interest for the era, but the actors at least had a little chemistry to their performances.

Ronald Colman made for a great leading man, with fantastic presence and uncommonly good delivery for such an early sound production. I also loved Claud Allister's charming comedic performance as Algy, and found just about everything he said hilarious. The part with him flirting with the villainess and asking for her number was very funny.

A great movie, and a thoroughly entertaining watch.

[justhorizon1]

Art by me

(No longer canon to the story - lore changes)

✧Part 1 Chapter 1.2 -

fire in the sky ✧

(warning: violence )

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The slugcat woke up the next day, it was still dark outside and the thick fog made it impossible to see anything. It was still really early, so it decided to prepare before continuing on with its adventure. It had some time to do so after all.

The slugcat left the backpack in the shelter and started to explore the facility, some walls were covered in marks, and some in moss, vines, and dead algy other in wethered down paintings of different creatures. On one of the walls, there even had the layout of the city, but it's not like it will be useful to the slugcat now, especially because some of the structures in the city fell, destroying the roads and other buildings in the process. The slugcat found a pipe that leads to the lower floors of the facility, parts of the "basement" were flooded and because of it there was a lot of plant life down there, the slugcat found some blue fruit and decided to eat some of it, it would return for the rest of it when it will it have to return to 'catch a ride'.

The slugcat went further down in the process grabbing some cherrybombs and tieing them together with a vine it ripped from the wall, creating a dangerous bouquet, it also found a spear and tied the danger baroque to it, to make it easier to carry, as it went further it found 2 more spears and tired them all together. The amount of things the slugcat was carrying started to become a little bit too much so it went back to the shelter it woke up in, It grabbed the remaining blue fruit and left them at the shelter with all of the stuff they found the fog started to back into the storm so the slugcats time was running out, and it had to be fast now. It found three more spears and one of them was just a sharpened metal rod, the slugcat also found two spore puffs some more cherry bombs, and ripped down more vines from the wall, the slugcat took them too.

After once again returning to the shelter the slugcat separated all of the things it found and took one spear and one cherrybomb then tightly and securely tied the plant to the top of the spear, careful not to set off the reaction, making a less powerful and kinda unstable explosive spear, the explosion from this thing would either scare something, knock it out if hit correctly or stun it, the slugcat did the same with the rest of the spears, but it ran out of cherrybombs before reaching the metal spear.

The raindeer started to wake up so the slugcat had to hurry, there was no time to go looking for more stuff. The slugcat tied the spears together to make them easier to carry and then attached them to the backpack, after that, they put the backpack on their back, grabbed the spore puffs, and ate the remaining blue fruit because there was no way that they cloud carry them, and ran up to an edge where it would be comfortable to get on one of the raindeer.

Shure enough one of the raindeer that woke up went up to the slugcat that was offering it a spore puff and lowered itself enough to eat the spore puff and that was enough that the slugcat could climb on its back without a problem with all of its luggage. All of the stuff that the slugcat had didn't weigh that much for the raindeer so it didn't mind and just let it be .after all this stuff will come in handy.

The slugcat found a comfortable place on the raindeer and decided to sit there, it also managed to attach the Spears to the raindeer so that they won't fall off during the ride. After the raindeer eats and shares a stare with the other raindeer that can be described as either a good morning or goodbye they set off toward the storm cell, the cold fog is still present but it keeps getting pushed further into the storm, and warm rays of morning sun can be seen on the horizon penetrating the clouds giving them in the process the colors of pinks, oranges, and yellows. Soon the raindeer starts walking through an endless field of red wormgrass, only small patches of decaying buildings that at this point can be classified as metal hills, are spared and don't have any bloodsuckers on them. But the distance between them is so big that even a cyan lizard wouldn't be able to cross this death field. Everything is quiet except the almost unnoticeable buzz of electricity and radio waves coming from gigantic towers that can be seen in the distance, most of the towers have a bright red light on the top, making them look like a haunting beacon in the fog and the broken light. The slugcat seems tense and is observing the sky like a hungry predator looking for pray and the raindeer seems to look up from time to time into the sky, too bad that you can't see anything except the now orange clouds and fog that lifted, in split a second the slugcat takes out one of the spears, climbs up the raindeers horns and aims to the sky,

  sure enough, a colossal vulture can be seen and heard because it makes a blood-curdling screech, the vulture has orange feathers but its main body is dark greyish-blue, and the mask is a pale peach color having horns on the top of the mask that give it a demonic look, and legs that end with huge sharp talons. The vulture swings in the air from left to right observing the now freaked-out raindeer and a slugcat in hunting mode. The slugcat carefully watches the vulture while aiming at it despite the raindeer picking up speed, and once the vulture is in a good spot the slugcat makes one simple motion hitting it straight into the side of its head with the explosive spear that it made. Soon after, the chain reaction starts making multiple explosions from where the cherrybomb was attached which was enough to throw the vulture into the sea of red wormgrass and throw its mask off, the only thing that the vulture cloud now is screech and try to get away from the wormgrass which was impossible because there was not a single patch of soil that wouldn't be infested with this clingy bloodsucker, except the metal hills of course. It seems like the commotion attracted way more problems because 2 more vultures showed up doing a similar tactic to the first one but this time they keep their distance, making them harder to hit, one of them was jet black with a white mask, and the other one grey and red with a pink mask, the raindeer started to almost run at this point which was not helping the slugcat. Suddenly one of the vultures goes straight for them with its sharp claws, unfortunately for it that closed the gap between it and the slugcat and allowed for a clean shot for the head, the vulture fell to the thousands of wormgrass after the assault of explosions similar to the first one, thrashing and screeching, trying to get away. That left the jet-black one above the raindeer, the vulture flew up into the clouds making it impossible to see it, and the slugcat started to look around looking for it, the humm in the air became more noticeable, slightly distracting and irritating the slugcat that tried to focus on watching out for the vultures.

   A few minutes passed, and still, no vultures, that didn't stop the slugcat from looking into the clouds and the obviously freaked-out raindeer from speedwalking, if the red wormgrass wasn't here the raindeer would run and the vultures from before would be more pissed out because they now would lack their mask so speedwalking it is.

Thunder was heard from the clouds - they were getting closer to the storm cell, and the flash from the lightning could be seen for a moment in the thick clouds. The raindeer had calmed down a little but the slugcat was still observing the sky for any threats. The clouds had an orange-yellow color now from the sun and the fallen city was barely able to be seen, the lone communication tower being the only thing pinpointing that it was there and not some random place, the temperature was rising but not significantly. The towers were starting to show up way more often on the horizon, under the storm's shadow giving it an eerie look, the hum of electricity and radio waves being way more noticeable but now it was like a lullaby, like a lullaby that tried to mask the obvious danger of this field of death, some insects were flying in the air, similar in appearance to mayflies on steroids, slugcat trying to scare them away with a spear for fun sometimes when It lost focus and stopped watching the clouds, surprisingly the slugcat managed to impale one and ate it, for the next couple of minutes nothing interesting happened, except the occasional light show in the clouds above from the lightning, they were approaching the first metal hill, on the top of it there were 3 black and white birds one of them had blue on the bottom of their wing, each one of them had orange-red serrated beaks, another bird flew down from the sky and sat on one of the raindeers horns, the bird was roughly the same size as the slugcat and had one of these bugs in it's beak, both animals on the raindeer exchanged glances and seemingly decided not to bother each other. The slugcat observed the metal hill for a moment before losing interest, it seems like it didn't have anything that they needed, all of the birds suddenly looked up before fleeing in a panic, soon after a screech was heard, a familiar screech

the vulture came back with friends,

4 creatures came down from the sky each one of them making horrible screeches that sounded as if metal was being ripped and someone scraping a fork on a plate at the same time, this time they didn't watch and wait they went straight to attacking, one of them a red/black one started to rapidly descend, claws out towards the raindeer. The slugcat did not let that pass and immediately threw a spear at it kicking the bird out of the sky, another one went soon after but this one went towards the slugcat, the creature was full force hit with a spear that impaled its neck and then finished it off with a couple of explosions that caused the gas that the creature used to coordinate in the air, to catch on fire with the bird. Another one went for the raindeer and slugcat managed to hit it but it only knocked it down it fell near the metal hill that it used to crawl out of the wormgrass but it stayed on the side of it exhausted, which left one non-explosive spear, and 2 vultures, the position that the slugcat found itself in was bad but it cloud have been worse. Out of nowhere, 3 more vultures showed up, well it did get worse.

The raindeer ran towards the second nearest metal hill that did not have a vulture on it, the birds followed them attacking nonstop but rarely hitting because of the very determined slugcat that did not want its taxi to get hurt by them and swinging the spear in front of them every time they got a little bit too close, the thunder in the sky was getting louder and more frequent as soon as the raindeer reached the hill it immediately went behind it and hid there from the birds, the slugcat now capable of going on something not moving went on the hill and quickly looked around it for anything it can kill the vultures with or just scare them off.

The slugcat only found 2 spears and a rock, this wasn't enough but it had to cut it. One of the vultures descended in an attack towards the slugcat, the much smaller animal dodged and hit the vulture in the head with the rock momentarily making it stop attacking and forcing it to recover which was enough time to hit it with a spear, run up and stab it again this time in the neck, to say the least, the vulture did not like that. It tried to attack back but the slugcat dodged it again, the vulture went up into the sky with the spear still in its neck, welp here goes the spear.

Another vulture went for an attack and the slugcat yet again dodged, picked the rock back up, and hit this one in the head with it too. The difference between that vulture and this one is that this one stayed in the air and soon after went for another attack with its claws, the slugcat managed to stab it in the leg which was obviously really painful for the vulture because it made a terrible screech of pain, but before the vulture could go back up the slugcat grabbed the spear and yanked it out of its leg then hit it in the head with it that caused it to plummet into the sea of wormgrass below. The slugcat looked down the edge of the hill into the wormgrass to admire its work then went back to fighting off the vultures.

The slugcat had a spear and a rock left, it needed to think about its next move because once this metal sear is used up it won't have anything to defend itself against the birds.

The vulture with the spear in its neck went closer to the other ones obviously asking for help with removing the spear during that one of the vultures started to fly closer to the slugcat that climbed up higher on the metal hill, now standing on a stable pipe really high up. The slugcat full force threw the rock straight in its face causing it to back off toward the rest of the vultures that tried to help out their friend.

The thunder was getting louder and electricity was felt in the air, the slugcat looked at the metal spear and then at the vultures that were close to each other creating a lot of gas around them .gears seemed to move in the slugcats head at the danger of being struck by lightning because it was holding something long, sharp and made out of conductive metal. The slugcat aimed at one of the vultures in the middle, the same one that had the spear in its neck because it was staying mostly in the same place and waited a while, the electricity in the air was felt, the ticking time bomb was ticking and the slugcat wasn't planning on getting struck by lightning so it had one chance at landing a good hit and the slugcat had to do it fast, so in one simple motion with some difficulty, it threw at full force the spear into the vultures back near the openings that created the gas,

and in the next second, a bright flash of light appeared in front of the little creature where the vultures were, throwing it down from the top of the metal hill followed by an explosion and a very loud sound, so loud in fact that the slugcat had to hold its ears for a minute and lay on the ground, after a moment the slugcat looked up and saw the vultures falling to the ground, some of them on fire some just dead from being hit by lightning, plummeting like a bunch of comets.

The slugcat laid there for a while just watching as the bodies burn and some of the not completely charred ones got eaten by the wormgrass and these other birds, the slugcat soon after stood up gave it the last glance, and went back to the raindeer that now after witnessing that got a little bit calmer but still tense after the danger of vultures had passed. The slugcat took out the second spore puff and gave it to the raindeer to eat, the way bigger animal got instantly interested in the snack and greedily ate it, the raindeer deserves a snack after something like this. The static was still felt in the air but not as much, the volume of it still caused a headache but also not as much.

More and more of the birds showed up, and some of the big bugs appeared too. The birds kept their distance but the bugs didn't seem as smart and flew around the slugcat that finally got fed up, caught some ate like 1-2, and gave the rest to the birds that happily ate the annoying insects that didn't let the slugcat rest when the raindeer finally ate the spore puff it started to walk away towards wherever it was going, the slugcat quickly climbing onto it to not get left behind.

One of the birds stuck by the slugcat by sitting on the raindeers horn but flew away after a while. That fight and the stop took some time because the clouds became orange signifying that the end of the day is coming, the fog slowly crept closer and the communication tower and the city on the horizon slowly disappeared behind it. The smaller towers started to show up under the storm's shadow, there were a lot of them, the metal structures attracted a lot of lightning getting hit by it from time to time making the red light on it flicker, turn off then turn on again. It seems like They were made to withstand that, the hum in the air is almost unnoticeable and the wind started to pick up making the sea of red wormgrass move like waves, the lack of outright danger made it peaceful, and quiet.

The next hour or so didn't have anything interesting going on... Except for the slugcat falling asleep and almost falling into the wormgrass. They were already in the so-called twilight zone, the only source of illumination being the broken light of the setting sun being reflected by the thick blanket of clouds above, it started to rain, it was more drizzle than rain actually but it was raining nonetheless. The reindeer was nearing its and slugcats destination, a wall no bigger than the raindeer was seen stretching on seemingly forever under the storm. The wall had holes in it and was completely destroyed in some places leaving a bunch of rubble behind that black and red wormgrass was growing on in small patches and in-between it a turquoise algy that looked like moss. Around this, all were small half-decayed buildings. It was impossible to figure out what the wall if it actually was a wall was at this point, all that was known was that it served as a barrier between the rather calm wasteland that the slugcat came from and the chaotic storm and its environment that the wasteland surrounded. Once the raindeer crossed the wall through one of the openings it stopped.  Both raindeer and the slugcat looked at want lay in front of them, a field that seems infinite because of the fog littered with canyons that indicated that there was a massive drought here once or a lake, the rain was way more agressive there but not as bad as the downpour near iterators.

The slugcat got off the raindeers back, where he was the only one who can cross this safely. The slugcat looked once again at the raindeer that was eating the algy off the wall. On the horizon, in the direction of the city more raindeer started to appear one of them with the scavengers on its back. The other raindeer that did not have a passenger were covered in deep scratches and wounds, that's why the slugcat attacked these vultures, the feed on raindeer, and anything that was on them. But there was no time to wait now the slugcat had to go and find shelter before the rain gets worse. The drizzle was just the start of it, the drizzle indicates that the sun is setting. The drizzle indicates that the night is coming and with the night comes a lot of rain. With the night comes the downpour of this place. With the night comes the storm, And the flood.

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The vulture was sitting on the metal hill looking at the slugcat fighting its friends, it was too tired to move because of the wormgrass and it couldn't fly off because of this and the fact that the impact of hitting the hill broke its wing. It was crippled, laying on the cool metal exhausted, helplessly watching as its comrades fell one by one in the distance. Thunder was heard in the sky through the electric current that was building up in the air, one of the smaller birds flew down from somewhere and sat on top of the hill, observing the defenseless vulture, the bigger bird didn't seem to care, it was too tired to care. It allowed itself to rest for a bit but a loud noise woke it up. The lightning hit the metal spear igniting the gas cloud that formed around its friends that tried to help one of their own, the explosion immediately killed the ones that were the closes and knocked out and ignited the ones that were further away. All of them fell from the sky like comets and hit the ground. The fire killed off the wormgrass that tried to eat the bodies. two more smaller birds appeared.

The vulture couldn't do anything except watch. watch as birds and insects soon enough swarmed the bodies and started eating them, one smaller bird appeared.

The vulture just sat there watching as this all happened, it didn't seem to care anymore, it went to sleep, and it needed rest if it wants to somehow escape the metal hill before nightfall.

The next time it awoke the clouds above were deep pink and orange, and the sun was closing in on the horizon. It overslept but it was rested enough to try flying.

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it did not work, it didn't even manage to fly up a bit. The vulture was doomed and it knew it because the fog was already coming and so did the night. Even tho this place did not have rain the creatures still looked for shelter and for a good reason because that fog was in par dangerous with the downpour that happens every cycle near iterators but for a completely different reason. There was a reason to hide from the fog. The vulture was desperately trying to lift off the ground but it soon gave up and just sat there hoping that what was coming will not get to it. The sun was already behind the horizon, its golden rays still illuminated the clouds up above.

The cold of the night already arrived and it became quiet, too quiet. The electrical buzz in the air stopped the insects went silent, more birds came and sat on the metal hill looking at the vulture that looked back at them. The thick fog soon enough rolled in capturing everything in a cold blanket that blocked off the vision of any creature in it.

More bids arrived, and there was very little space to move because of them, the vulture noticed it. It sometimes snacked on these birds when they sat on raindeers horns, all of them now surrounding the vulture looking at it with a blank stare. Even more of Them arrived, there was no space except directly where the vulture was to sit so they flew in circles around the hill. In between the inactive wormgrass, an orange-red overseer appeared its eye lacking any white, it had a black sclera and yellow-red iris like a star in the night sky. It looked kinda creepy just sitting there watching the vulture that noticed it and was now starting at it too. One of the birds swooped down and tried to catch the overseer but failed and it fled leaving the vulture alone with the birds.

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One brave bird got closer to the vulture and pecked it which resulted in the vulture catching it and killing it, that pushed the domino effect and all of the other birds suddenly swarmed the vulture and started to attack it, the panicked vulture tried to flap its wings and shake off the smaller birds that were attacking it but instead, the vulture stumbled and fell from the metal hill into the wormgrass below, that for whatever reason didn't seem to wake up and stayed inactive.

The struggling vulture did not notice the rather large hole in the size of the hill, it wasn't a pipe or anything it looked like a burrow. The vulture also did not notice the weak blue light that started to come its way from the burrow and the sound of something scraping the metal. Soon enough sound of electricity followed, and the cracking of electricity and the light grew more intense. Then a hiss was heard. That caught the attention of all of the birds that suddenly looked in union towards the burrow. The cracking of electricity grew louder and soon a hum in the air was heard the very same hum that was heard throughout the day. All of the smaller birds flew up into the air and fled into the fog when another hiss was heard, the now confused and hurt vulture kept looking at the burrow. But its starting was cut short when a sudden and strong electricity hit it almost as strong as that of lightning completely paralyzing the vulture and causing it to spasm on the ground right in front of the burrow, something quickly got out of the burrow, bit down on the helpless vultures neck and dragged it down into the hole leaving no trace behind except a few feathers on the ground. The night stayed silent after that and the unknown overseer hidden in the wormgrass stared at the burrow, unmoving, silent. Waiting to catch the owner of the burrow emerge.

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< Cycle : [unregistered] - Test 17 >

Administrator (1) - hello. Can you hear me?

Unnamed- hello. Yes, I can hear you

Administrator (1) - good. Do you know what test we will be having today

Unnamed- no I do not know

Administrator (1) -Then I would like to inform you that today we will be naming you, so no tests ~. The second... Administrator will be joining us

Unnamed- oh. no tests...

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Administrator (2) - hello? Do this thing work, can you hear me?

Administrator (1) - hello. Good to hear you, yes at least I can hear you

Unnamed - I can hear you too. And also hello...

Administrator (1) - seems like you skipped a couple of tests didn't you ~

Administrator (2) - ugh* I was busy you know that

Administrator (1) - yea yea Shure sure

Administrator (2) - I'm telling the truth I was busy you know that. Don't be like that I did not miss these tests on purpose

Administrator (1) - I'm just teasing you don't panic it's not like you are in trouble even if you missed them intentionally ~ *a chuckle can be heard*

Administrator (2) - you and I perfectly know what you would do to me if I missed them on purpose and we both know that I would, in fact be in trouble

Unnamed - what would she do if you missed them?

Administrator (2) - nothing you have to be worried about ...

Administrator (1) - yea just like he said nothing you have to be worried about because I would make sure he never misses another test after that

*laugh was heard in the background *

Administrator (2) - you scare me

Administrator (1) - good

Unnamed - uh... This is concerning

*complete silence was present for a moment in the audio*

Administrator (2) - so ... We are naming ... That... today... Why do you need me for then if it's just naming ??

Administrator (1) - you know me for long enough to know that I'm terrible at naming stuff alone

Administrator (2) - oh... Yeah. So... How do we start... And I forgot why we made that thing

Administrator (1) - heyyyyy don call them a "thing" at least call them an intelligent AI but not a thing, that's rude. How would you feel if I called you a thing

Unnamed - I don't mind. Please you two don't argue

Administrator (2) - I batter do apologize before she does me any harm. So I'm sorry uh. Oh, right, the naming.

Administrator (1) - yea you batter do apologize. And I don't know how you forgot. They are the first part of the stormcutter project. And yeah ... How do we name you?? Do you have anything you wanna be called

Unnamed - I. don't know... If I'm part of the stormcutter project so maybe something with storm. I don't know, I'm fine with anything really

Administrator (1) - hm... Something with storm in it. Your eyes are kinda golden so maybe something with this too?

Administrator (2) - "golden songs of storms" how about that. does that sound good to you?

Administrator (1) - Well that was fast.

l must say it does sound rather nice to me. So ... You wanna be called "golden songs of storms" /GSOS. Does that sound good to you or do you want something else?

Unnamed - I don't know. I'm fine with anything you're fine with, and I'm not sure if later on, I will find it fitting

Administrator (2) - you know you can change it if you want

Administrator (1) - yea if you want to you can always change it later on. It's your name, not ours. I mean others would just give you some name and keep calling you that one name even if you don't like it and even if you change it but I would like to give you the option to change it. How about you my co-worker?~ do you give them the option to change it

Administrator (2) - yea. Shure. Why not it's not like I care I can call them whatever they see fit

Unnamed- oh... Golden songs of storms ... It does sound nice. I think?

Administrator (1) - are you 100℅ sure? You can change it if you want to

GSOS - yea... I like it. I will keep it

Administrator (1) - Well then Golden songs of storms why don't we introduce ourselves because if I'm being honest I don't know why the files call us Administrator and I don't really wanna be called that...

Administrator (2) - yeaaaa introducing ourselves to you would be good. the files don't have our names in them...

Ok.

So I will start. I'm

Six Serpents Found Knowledge.

GSOS - golden songs of storms, GSOS

Administrator (1) - alright then, I'm Silence of -

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~5,598 words

So this is the second chapter.

I dont know when I will make the next one because I'm kinda ill and I need to take a break for multiple reasons

The [ ] in the last chapter is "unnamed"(GSOS) in this chapter, the [ ] in this chapter is an entirely different character.

I had trouble writing SOW and SSFK (it's kinda hard to write a chaotic neutral character )

So. Happy new year. I hope that anyone who was willing to read that enjoyed it just a little bit .

No I do not have set about of words per chapter I cant say if the next chapter will be longer or shorter

Oh. And the slugcat is he/him

Also if you guys dont know tf I am talking about when I say ,static in the air I mean this

This sound. Don't ask me how just know that this sound was heard.

If the links dont work just search on yt

Radio static sound Effect. Or

Sound of corona from power line

(both were heard so meh)

Also, I would like to inform yet again that English is not my first language

[sholiofic]

A snippet of Biggles

When I was writing the Erich gets stabbed by assassins fic that I posted last night, I actually had started out with a very different opening. My initial opening was EvS leaving a message for Biggles in his usual completely batshit spycraft way and the group trying to decode that. This fell apart because without having figured out exactly what was up with him, I couldn’t figure out what the note was going to say -- and then I realized that I didn’t want to write a casefic plot, I wanted to write an iddy fic about EvS staggering around in the rain making terrible decisions while trying not to bleed out ... so I wrote that instead. But since the original opening was very different, I figured I’d go ahead and post that for fun.

I do like the idea of opening a story with Biggles & co. just having got back from one of their adventures which is never actually explained, but they’re tired and a little hurt and not on top of their game - basically picking up in what amounts to the aftermath of one of the books without showing the actual events that got them there. I may use this idea again one of these days.

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"This was on the mat, old top," Bertie said, coming in with a postcard. "Tucked under the edge, to be completely frank."

Biggles swiveled around from his breakfast and accepted the square of cardboard that Bertie handed him. It was muddy and scuffed round the edges, and damp through. There had been rain last night, so it was hard to say how long it had been there. He and his friends had been out of the country on a case and had just returned the evening before. 

Biggles was still tired despite the night's sleep, and his arm was bandaged from a bullet graze. Algy was having a lie-in because he was groggy from the lingering effects of a blow to the head. The last thing they needed was another mystery, and Biggles took a cursory glance with the intent of pitching it into the bin after.

"It might have slipped out of the box when we picked up the post last night," Ginger said without much interest. "There was a lot of it, advertising circulars and the like. What is that?"

"Postcard," Biggles said. He turned it over. It was an ordinary one such as might be purchased from a shop anywhere in London. There was no postmark; he supposed it had not been posted. In fact it was blank.

"From who?"

"No one, as far as I can tell."

He flipped it to the front, which showed a tourist's view of Big Ben. There was nothing in any way exceptional about the card except that it had somehow turned up on, or rather under, his mat.

"Under, you said?" he asked Bertie.

"Yes, just under the edge, with a corner poking out."

"It could be someone dropped it, and it was kicked over to the mat and slipped beneath," Ginger said. "Or it fell from a tradesman's pocket, or any of a number of things. Does it matter?"

"It's just curious," Biggles objected. He was still examining it, turning it over, and paused with a sudden tension, like a hunting dog coming to point. "What does that look like to either of you?"

With a fingertip, he indicated a set of brown stains along the side, in the form of small half-moons. It looked as if someone had touched it with stained fingers. There were a few other dots and spatters.

"It's mud, as I said," Bertie said. "I don't think it takes bally Sherlock Holmes to deduce that."

"I thought so at first too." Biggles's voice was thoughtful. "But blood dries to that colour. Are you sure no one was about?"

"Not a soul, a speck, or a bean."

Biggles still went outside and looked about, examined the mat which provided no clues, and came back in. He was still holding the postcard. 

Algy was up by this time. "I see you've found another mystery for us."

"There's an ordinary explanation, I'm sure," Biggles said. But he propped the postcard beside the fireplace to dry out, to the others' amusement and bafflement.

He forgot about it for the better part of the morning, until Ginger came racing in waving a flat object and exclaiming, "You were right. How did you know?"

"Right about what?" Biggles inquired. He took the card.

It was now dry, a bit warped from the damp—and there was writing on the back, so faint as to barely discern.

"Invisible ink," Biggles murmured. "Revealed when exposed to heat. Of course."

He tilted the card to the light. The invisible ink, its message now revealed, was difficult to read, having run a bit in the damp.

[literalgrill]

The Animated History of Treasure Island: Mel-O-Toons Treasure Island (1960)

I have been on a journey to watch every animated adaptation of Robert Louis Stevenson's Treasure Island. (I pick cool hyperfixations right?) I wanted to share my thoughts and research on them as they were compiled before hopefully making a long video about the entire topic.

So what is the oldest surviving animation for Treasure Island in existence? That would be in 1960 thanks to a series that was huge in its time but mostly forgotten today: Mel-O-Toons. You know, those cartoons that John Oliver referenced that one time and you probably didn't notice. Read on if you'd like to learn more!

New World Productions, the studio behind all 104 episodes of Mel-O-Toons (and a seemingly lost series called King Algy's Knights of the Square Table), only existed from 1958 - 1961. Most of the show's episodes have been lost, and even the titles for many have been forgotten entirely with only 53 available online. It's likely many folks today haven't heard of Mel-O-Toons, but they were extremely important in the animation space back in the 1960s. After "Rumplestiltskin" and "Waltz of the Flowers" were aired in Toledo, Ohio to test viewer response, the reaction was overwhelmingly positive.

The neat thing about this one is it's hit the public domain at this point, so you can find it on YouTube to watch for free! With the company no longer in existence, no one is out there trying to take it, or any of the many compilations of episodes, down.

It's hard to say much about this particular version of Treasure Island since it can't even manage to be a full five minutes long. However, it does contain valuable insights into the story itself. If you only have five minutes to tell a story, what are the most important parts of it that should never be left out?

Mel-O-Toons decided to cut the entirety of the story's first portion and many other characters, focusing directly on Long John Silver and Jim Hawkin's relationship. In fact, Long John is the one setting up the ship to head out and get the treasure at all! While this seems insignificant, every adaptation to follow placed a deep emphasis on Jim and Long John's relationship. The episode shows the two happily spending time together with Jim saying, "Gee, I liked him right off!"

One of the other important parts was the Apple Barrel scene. In every adaptation I've seen so far (and I only have three to go) not a single one of them has skipped this. Even in futuristic tellings, it's usually an Apple, or at least some kind of fruit in particular, in a barrel. This pivotal scene where Jim learns of Long John's betrayal is so important to the story that no one dares to deviate from how it was originally done. It too also plays into how important the relationship is between the two main characters, how Jim's heart is broken by a man he's come to trust. It's powerful even here in this short animation. The other curious thing to focus on was the inclusion of Ben Gunn. His actual importance to the story has really depended on which adaptation you may choose to watch, but almost no one has chosen to ignore him (despite people especially hating his interpretation in Treasure Planet with complaints so rampant it's hard to wonder if it hurts the quality of the film.)

Other than that though, the loyal crew saves the day in the end and all is well! The thing that sticks out most about this version is it keeps a main part of the book intact. They have Jim saying they couldn't take all the treasure home with them as there was too much in the Mel-O-Toon, but in the book, it explains how there were potentially several marked places on the map. It has always been implied that there might be more on the island for a future adventure, even if Robert Louis Stevenson never wrote the sequel. Very few adaptations touch on this at all or really mention anything else other than generic sea adventures to come for Jim Hawkins, so it's a nice change. If you enjoyed this little dive through history, why not learn about how the "father of manga" Osamu Tezuka adapted the story for television. Or learn about just how historically significant Mr. Magoo's Treasure Island was in its own right. Next time, I'll be talking about the Treasure Island adaptation done by API for CBS’ Family Classic Tales. Stay tuned if you wanna hear about it!

[turtlethon]

“Beyond the Donatello Nebula”

Season 4, Episode 36 First US Airdate: November 24, 1990

Donatello teams up with an alien traveller to defeat a mogul planning a hostile takeover of Channel 6.

Season four of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles draws closer to its end with “Beyond the Donatello Nebula”. This is the first episode of the series written by Dennis O’Flaherty, and originally aired in a double-bill with “Big Bug Blunder”.

Donatello’s research of outer space has led to the discovery of a “turtle nebula”, and today’s adventure opens with him attempting to make contact with its inhabitants. Michaelangelo plays a prank on him by pretending to be an alien who promises to provide “the secret of universal happiness and contentment”. When this turns out, inevitably, to be pizza, Donnie takes offense, scooping up his equipment in a gym bag and storming out of the lair.

Splinter remarks that Mikey’s stunt has “caused Donatello much pain”, and that he hopes it won’t last. I could point out that he allowed all of this to play out and did nothing, but I suppose this was necessary in order for the story to progress. Let’s continue.

Donnie scales the Channel 6 building. On the roof, he sets up his equipment. A signal is seen passing through space, where it hits a vehicle that resembles a VW Beetle crossed with a spacecraft. The ship materialises in front of Donatello and its driver, a lizard-like alien in a space explorer costume, emerges to yell at him.

After switching on his universal translator, the alien reveals his name to be Algernon (or “Algie”). The traveller demands that Donatello fix his ship’s “flimmelfarm”. We then interrupt the scene to check in with the other Turtles in the Lair, where Michaelangelo is rolling pizza dough. Insisting that people are too dependent on machines nowadays, he continues kneading without paying attention until the dough expands to cover everyone in the room. I’m not sure what the point of any of this is, other than to remind us the other Turtles exist and are continuing to go about their business.

We jump back to Donatello, who is able to pop the hood on Algie’s ship but soon manages to electrocute himself. The alien becomes agitated, pointing out that he’s late for a job interview for a professorship at Intergalactic U.

Back to the other Turtles again, and this time they’re watching a wide-eyed April report on “Hostile” Hiram Grelch, a Rupert Murdoch-esque media mogul who resembles a pig. It’s revealed that Grelch owns every other TV station in town – I think this might be the first time we’ve even acknowledged that there are other stations in operation – and now he wants to purchase Channel 6 too. (There should be anti-trust regulations preventing this kind of thing, but let’s not get too caught up in the details.)

April signs off by announcing that Channel 6 has two words for Grelch: “fat chance!” She’s then seen screaming before the signal cuts out.

Back on the station’s roof, Algie reacts to April’s screams by reflexively transforming himself into a switchbox on the wall. After transforming back to his normal form, he joins Donnie in rushing downstairs, where two henchmen with futuristic guns have cornered April. They reveal that they work for Hiram Grelch, and promise to make sure she won’t get to make any further remarks as the first act ends.

Act two commences with Vernon cowering for mercy only for the two men to open fire, covering him in glue. April is about to face the same fate until Donatello and Algie intervene. They battle the two goons, with Algie dispensing bolts of power from his hands (which Donnie refers to as “mind energy”), but ultimately get hit by the glue guns. After capturing April, the two men are able to escape.

As the other Turtles speed to the rescue in their van, Algie is able to use his powers to free himself, Donnie and Vernon. After spotting April being shoved into a car outside, Donnie and Algie use a window cleaner’s pulley to lower themselves to the ground, drawing the attention of horrified onlookers in the process. In order to not draw any further attention to himself, Algie assumes the form of a dog that belongs to a woman passing by, causing her to faint from shock. The duo goes on to hail a cab and follow the car belonging to Grelch’s men.

An extended chase sequence follows, with the taxi cab pursuing the car containing the kidnappers and April. The two vehicles pass over ramps, into a subway tunnel where they wind up in front of a moving train, and out through a fish market before the cab loses the other car as it pulls into Grelch’s building. The cabbie explains he can’t go any further, as Hostile Hiram “don’t like strangers”.

Donatello is drawn as Michaelangelo – with both “M” belt and orange attire – as he encourages Algie to use his powers. The alien visitor hits the building with a bolt of energy, but a forcefield surrounding the building causes him to get fried for his efforts.

The other Turtles pull up to the Channel 6 building only to find it surrounded by police vehicles (which are erroneously painted like taxi cabs). Michaelangelo dons a disguise to infiltrate the premises. He assures the cops guarding the building that he’s a representative of the press, only to have them pull guns on him and chase him back into the Turtle van; it’s then revealed that he was wearing a rubber dog head, having selected the wrong mask. An odd scene all round!

Donnie and Algie rush back over rooftops to Channel 6, planning to use the technology of the spaceship to penetrate Hiram Grelch’s offices. They find that the ship has been hauled away and assume this must have been the work of Grelch’s men. Algie warns Donatello that the mishandling of his vehicle could cause Earth to be blown “into the next dimension”.

Grelch is seen taunting a captive April, declaring that within the next twenty-four hours the owners of Channel 6 will sell the station to him. One of his men is seen tinkering with the ship, and Grelch declares his intent to use it to travel into space and buy TV stations on other planets too, which is uh... certainly an ambitious plan, it must be said.

An odd error first appears during this scene and is present throughout the rest of the episode: the taller of Grelch’s two henchmen had normal-looking eyes up to this point, but from now on they’re always unpainted and not filled in, making it look like he has three eyelids on each side. It’s a strange mistake and unpleasant to look at.

Donatello begins hatching a plan, pointing out to Algie that Grelch’s forcefield must use cathode rays, like the ones found “in your television set”. (Once in a while, things are brought up in this show that are a stark reminder of the passage of time, and just how much our world has changed over the last three decades.) He goes on to explain that if the forcefield uses cathode rays, it can be magnified with an electro-photon multiplier. All of this is lost on Algernon, who reveals that he’s a professor of “dribbleglatz” - which we known on Earth as the game of tiddlywinks.

Pressing on, Donnie explains that if Grelch is in a giant cathode ray tube, they can broadcast signals that will be picked up inside it. They go on to select a suitable movie from Channel 6’s library.

The other Turtles are driving around town in the Turtle Van. Leonardo info-dumps about the current situation, and when Raphael points out that they already know all of this, the team’s exasperated leader responds that “I wasn’t telling you, I was telling our viewers!” Pulling to a stop, the trio watch a broadcast in the back of the van from a trenchcoat-wearing Donatello, who has Algie pretend to be a three-eyed alien warlord from the turtle nebula. The creature demands the return of the spaceship and April, which gets the attention of Grelch’s underlings.

Grelch is unmoved by the threats of imminent interplanetary war, dismissing them as coming from an actor in a costume, but changes his tune when a giant version of the alien is seen looming outside his tower building, alongside a fleet of spaceships.

Donatello and Algie travel through a sewer tunnel, emerging in the basement of Grelch’s building where they’re confronted by a group of men playing cards. Donatello battles the group while Algernon searches for the building’s switchbox, eventually cutting off the power to the building. Above ground, Hostile Hiram and his men are briefly baffled as the alien invasion is interrupted by a commercial featuring a used car salesman. Seconds later, the power goes out and the room is dark... until a spotlight appears from the Turtle Blimp, which is now hovering outside.

Leonardo, Raphael and Michaelangelo dismount, arriving to confront Grelch. For the second time in this episode, an incorrect belt letter leads to one of the Turtles being painted with the wrong colours, as Leo uses his sword to free April but has both a “D” belt and purple bands.

For some strange reason Hiram and his men are crawling along on the ground as they attempt to escape. April spots them and uses a glue gun to pin them down. She’s thrilled to do so, noting that usually these kinds of heroics are reserved for the Turtles. Donatello – the real one this time – and Algie meet up with the Turtles, and after the police arrive the group hastily makes their exit. Donatello assures his alien friend that they’ll transport the spaceship away from the scene shortly.

Later, in the Lair, the Turtles and Algernon sit next to the ship. The professor tells our heroes that it runs on “groopnip”, but is unable to articulate what that is until it’s revealed that pizza and groopnip are one and the same. Algie takes all the pizza the Turtles have, loads it into his ship and swiftly makes his exit, teleporting back into the Lair briefly to nab one last remaining slice from a furious Michaelangelo as the rest of the team laughs.

These last few episodes of TMNT’s fourth season have been something of a departure from what came before them: up until recently the CBS Saturday morning double-bills have almost invariably consisted of a traditional team episode written by David Wise with Shredder as the villain, paired with a second story by a different writer that would introduce a new villain and spotlight one of the Turtles. The final David Wise episode for this year, “The Big Cufflink Caper!”, aired on November 10, and since then we’ve had an unprecedented stretch of non-Shredder shows from other contributors: “Leonardo Versus Tempestra”, “Splinter Vanishes”, “Raphael Drives ‘Em Wild” and now “Beyond the Donatello Nebula”. Given the troubled production schedule for this season, with events throughout clearly indicating that many shows ended up airing outside of the order originally intended by the writers, it’s likely that this Shredderless stretch didn’t have much thought behind it, and whatever’s airing now are just the last few shows that are good to go.

Gregg Berger guest stars here as both Hiram Grelch and as Algernon, and the erudite alien professor is a far cry from his most famous role as Grimlock, the leader of the Dinobots in the original Transformers cartoon. This is Algie’s only appearance – a shame, as I think he probably had greater potential to provide further value than most of the new characters introduced this season. Gregg also won’t be appearing on the show again, a missed opportunity in itself.

“Hostile” Hiram is one of the more interesting villains of this season, as his goal is to not antagonise the Turtles or take over the world, but to gain ownership of Channel 6. I’m always up for any story that sheds some light on the inner workings of this station that appears so much in the show, but of which we know very little: its owners are mentioned in this episode but never seen, and even Burne – the highest-up person at the station that we know of – doesn't appear. Grelch’s motivations take an odd and unnecessary turn when he suddenly decides after finding a spaceship that he’ll fly off and take over TV stations on other planets, and I wish they’d allowed him to both figuratively and literally remain grounded. No more Gregg Berger also means no more Hiram, and again there was surely a ton of untapped story potential in this idea of a predatory rival looking to take over Channel 6.

An inviting and breezy adventure, “Beyond the Donatello Nebula” sadly also manages to hint at future avenues that won’t be explored. We’ll return to more traditional fare next time, as Shredder and his crew finally return to action for “Big Bug Blunder”.

[unahemmingsbook]

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This exciting middle-grade adventure is Hoot for the Gilded Age?with scientific discoveries, secret plots, and surprisingly enormous fauna.?????????????? When his asthma lands him at a health resort in the wilds of Gilded Age South Florida, twelve-year-old Algie Emsworth is over the moon. The scientific treasure trove of unexplored swamps may launch his dream career as a naturalist. But even Algie is startled when he happens upon a brand-new species and her brood?in the karst springs surrounding the resort. Algie quickly realizes he must keep his discovery a secret: a famous collector of exotic animals is also staying at the hotel, and the new species is threatened by his very presence. An apparent curse has also descended upon the hotel, bringing with it a deadly red tide. But when the pool starts filling with ink and guests start getting mysterious, sucker-shaped wounds, Algie must pluck up his courage to find the truth about the goings-on at the Grand Hotel?and save the new

[chronivore]

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Spineless by Samantha San Miguel

Spineless by Samantha San Miguel

Spineless by Samantha San Miguel, Union Square Kids, 2022. 9781454937623 Rating: 1-5 (5 is an excellent or a Starred review) 5+ Format: Hardcover Genre: Eco Mystery/Adventure/Historical Fiction What did you like about the book? In a time before the internet, cell phones or even asthma inhalers, twelve-year-old asthmatic Algie travels from Chicago on a dream vacation with his Mother and older…

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ARC Review: Spineless by Samantha San Miguel

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Publication Date: June 7, 2022

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This exciting middle-grade adventure is Hoot for the Gilded Age—with scientific discoveries, secret plots, and surprisingly enormous fauna.               When his asthma lands him at a health resort in the wilds of Gilded Age South Florida, twelve-year-old Algie Emsworth is over the moon. The scientific treasure trove of unexplored swamps may launch his dream career as a naturalist. But even Algie is startled when he happens upon a brand-new species and her brood in the karst springs surrounding the resort. Algie quickly realizes he must keep his discovery a secret: a famous collector of exotic animals is also staying at the hotel, and the new species is threatened by his very presence. An apparent curse has also descended upon the hotel, bringing with it a deadly red tide. But when the pool starts filling with ink and guests start getting mysterious, sucker-shaped wounds, Algie must pluck up his courage to find the truth about the goings-on at the Grand Hotel—and save the new species from destruction.

My Rating: ★★★★★

My Review:

This was super cute. It was a wild rollicking adventure that didn't slow down for a minute once it got going and I read it in one sitting. I was first attracted to the cover, which is gorgeous, and I'm happy to say that the story inside lived up to the cover.

Algie is an endearing protagonist who learns a lot about what you can expect from people, how they always surprise you, and how much he is capable of despite his asthma. together with his friends, he makes scientific discoveries, saves the day, and has quite the adventure whilst doing so.

The events in this novel were... completely, utterly, ridiculously unbelievable. Once you accept that, however, it's a marvellously fun ride. There are even some science facts sprinkled in to add flavor.

I would definitely recommend this for any 3rd grader (and up) who enjoys adventure and doesn't mind a little bit of suspense.

*Thanks to NetGalley and Union Square Kids for providing an e-arc for review.

[equalseleventhirds]

hello welcom to algie's occasional game rec, bcos i've been planning a campaign for some friends in a ttrpg system i haven't used before, and like. listen.

if you like the general fantasy 'group of people go out into a semi-lawless magical world and kick ass cause chaos and get loot' of d&d, but don't really enjoy some of the finer morality points of the setting (cough the weird default to being purveyors of fantasy racism and colonialism, sure you can homebrew it out but it's difficult), or wish it had modern stuff (like phones and internet and twitch streamers but in dungeons) in addition to the magic, or want to ignore like half the rules while still having some of the structure (that some smaller indie games don't provide)

high magic lowlives by gemroom games absolutely fucks.

the ultimate villain is the capitalistic, nepotistic, monarchistic system--the one most of the world ascribes to, and proper, legal adventurers work for. but you are not adventurers. you're lowlives; people who maybe could've gone to wizard school and worked off your debt as a pawn of the aristocracy, but have instead chosen to. well. steal from them. because c'monnnnnnn.

you've all got phones with actual game purpose (and relevant rolls to make), bcos you can benefit in-game from gaining online followers or streaming your shenanigans to fantasy twitch. or, then again, you can fuck yourself over. lotta choices, and you are a lowlife, after all.

mechanically, the game is detailed & crunchy enough to provide excellent guidance and character inspiration (character creation is a lot of fun!), but stuff like 'make sure you eat x amount of food and water every day', or having to track actions and special abilities during combat are streamlined out of it. you also get to make up a lot of stuff (like your magic domain & patron! pick whatever! make it work how it's fun for you!), but it provides enough examples to help you get started.

the gm's side is a little more freeform than in d&d--no monster manual, just a quick & easy guide to assigning basic stuff to ur npcs & monsters and then you can do whatever--which may not be a benefit if ur used to the rigid templates of the mm, but allows you to be quick on your feet with unplanned encounters.

also it's just fun. i love a game that lets you cause chaos and destruction and humiliation, but clearly positions you against the incredibly powerful people who would normally, say, hire an adventurer to clear out a cave of kobolds (or other 'definitely always evil' races from d&d) to get at some treasure or w/e. no no, says high magic lowlives, don't work for those people. steal from them. and stream it to your followers on the way.

[adventuresofalgy]

When the little green dragon woke up on the morning of 17th March it was astonished to see that Algy’s hair had turned bright green. For a moment it wondered whether it might itself be to blame for this strange transformation, but Algy was quick to reassure his little friend.

“My hair always turns green on this day,” he explained. “It’s St. Patrick’s Day!”

But unlike Algy, who lived almost within reach of the Emerald Isle, the wee dragon from the faraway land of Patadragonia had never heard of St. Patrick, and so Algy had to explain, albeit with a certain amount of tact, as he was not entirely sure what views the patron saint of Ireland might have held on the subject of little green dragons, which perhaps could be thought to bear a superficial resemblance to snakes 🐉

His little friend was fascinated to learn that a tradition of celebrating this day with “the wearing of the green” had developed long after the saint’s lifetime, and it obligingly started to glow in its own unique emerald hue. But a moment later a typically ferocious early March hailstorm swept in from the ocean, and the dragon, being an exceptionally warm-blooded beast, rushed under the nearest rock.

“Don’t hide,” cried Algy, pointing to the sky, “come with me and you can warm yourself in the glow of the rainbow.”

The little dragon looked up at the sky and gasped, because not only had it never seen spring flowers, it had never before seen a rainbow, for rain was exceedingly rare in Patadragonia, and a combination of rain and sunshine was entirely unknown.

“Follow me!” Algy shouted happily, as he swept up into the sky, and - a wee bit reluctantly - the little green dragon crept out of the narrow crevice in which it had tried to shelter, then bravely leaped into the air, although the rain and hail had not yet stopped.

"That’s right!” called Algy in encouragement. “Come and dance!”

The little green dragon hastened to join its fluffy friend, driven on, no doubt, by the hailstones pounding against its back, and in no time at all the two friends were dancing happily together in the beautiful glowing colours of the rainbow - the universal symbol of hope and joy... and of spring in the wild west Highlands of Scotland 🌈

“Happy St. Patrick’s Day!” cried Algy. “Happy St. Patrick’s Day!”

And for all his friends around the world he recited this special Irish blessing:

Wishing you a rainbow For sunlight after showers— Miles and miles of Irish smiles For golden happy hours— Shamrocks at your doorway For luck and laughter too, And a host of friends that never ends Each day your whole life through!

p.s. Algy is thrilled that this St. Patrick’s Day rainbow dance with the little green dragon is appearing on Tumblr Radar  🌈💕🐉

Thank you tumblr staff - you have made Algy’s day 😍

He sends you lots of very fluffy hugs 🤗

[staff]

tumblr tuesday: the adventures of algy

Hello! Happy solstice. What's this, you ask? Well, it's a Tuesday. It's also the end of one of Algy's adventures in Patadragonia. Who's Algy? Algy is a friend-shaped accidental adventurer. In this particular part of his story, he helps a dragon with some mad dance moves join the circus. In Patadragonia. (Sound on for total immersion.)

On the morning of the solstice...

...in the faraway land of Patadragonia, dawn broke with a beautiful deep pink glow over the mountains, and ethereal mists shimmered up from the frosty plains. Algy was still dozing after his long, sleepless night under the full moon when suddenly he heard a most extraordinary sound, and at the same time, he felt the special cherry blossom which he had brought all the way from the magical Easter island begin to vibrate and sparkle on the cold, bare rock behind him...

There was no doubt about it: the moment had arrived…Algy knew that his little dragon friend was about to realize its lifelong dream at last, and although he was sure that he would miss the funny wee creature, he could not have been happier for his very special friend, especially as he felt certain that—so long as he kept the magical cherry blossom safe—they would be bound to meet again in adventures yet to come…

[The circus band is playing the "National Emblem March," composed in 1902 by Edwin Eugene Bagley, in a version created by Algy’s assistants.]

Need more context? Take this cherry blossom back to the beginning or the very beginning. And if you just want to listen to the sounds of Scottish seas, then this one's for you.

[lovefromalgy]

Fly as I might, fly as I may I am extremely late for your special day! Happy 10th Birthday, Algy!

Thank you so much, Bill @kaiserbladz 😍 Algy’s birthday parties always continue until the very last guest has arrived, and of course a 10th Tumblr Birthday party is a particularly special celebration, which goes on even longer than usual, and no one could possibly be late. So Algy is ready and waiting to welcome him the moment he arrives 🦆

Algy thanks you very kindly for sending this handsome duck to join the party and sends you lots of his fluffiest hugs 🤗