Once upon a time there was a young band called The Novocaines. The Novocaines used to play their music to all the people in Northam, the tiny village they lived in.
But one day Corey, the singing elf, decided that he needed a new band, and so he left on a long journey to the coast in search of a wizard called Andrew. When he arrived Corey and Andrew spoke long into the night about many a thing.
"I am Corey, the singing elf! Would you like to be in my band?"
to which the wizard replied "Yes"
Ohhhh the things they spoke of. There were so many.
And thus the two became friends.
Now although Andrew had the mighty beard of a wizard and Corey the slender legs of an elf, the pair quickly realised there was something missing from their new band. And that was someone with a mighty chin.
Several more weeks passed before the two weary travellers came upon a homeless man who was in desperate need of a haircut. But little did they know, that "man" was actually a drumming troll who had cunningly disguised himself in the clothes of a homeless man! As the troll revealed himself the wizard Andrew turned to run away. But Corey held him back for it was one of those nice troll drummers. You know, the ones who eat vegetables instead of people and go to the gym and stuff. Corey, using his elvish skills of persuasion, then tricked the troll, whom we discovered was called Christopher, into joining the band!
"I am Corey, the singing elf! And this is my (totally not gay) companion Andrew, the bearded wizard! Would you like to join our band?" to which Chris replied "Do I get paid?"
After what must have been years of traveling around the mystical plains surrounding the city, the three young men, or "Lions" as they had been collectively referred to recently, were amazed when one day their convoy was abruptly halted by a blockage in the path. It became instantly apparent that an intergalactic explorer had lost his way and crashed his mighty spaceship into the grounds in front of our three friends. As the half-alien, half-robot emerged from the wreckage, Corey, the magical elf, naturally went to see if he could fix some shit, being the fully-qualified-intergalactic-spaceship-magical-mechanic-elf
that he is. In the meantime Andrew, the bearded wizard, and Chris, the effeminate troll, befriended the half-alien, half-robot explorer, whom they assigned the name Jimi and seeing as though he had nothing better to do, he joined their band too...oh god i hope we don't get any more members
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