Noni Noni Poo Poo is my name. Two special gifts have I. Wisdom I have in my right hand. Luck I have in my left hand. Travel I must my gifts to share.

In the deep night sky the stars of the far ancients are gathering. Closer and closer they swirl. The Dawn of Disturbance will be upon us when they are close enough to hold hands. Remember the Prophesy of Darkness! My Remoolian counterpart and I must do all to prevent the coming of the prophesy. Please send me to the north coast of Ohio and GC12RBX. There together we will try to light The Hopeful Beacon.

Do not forget my picture to log else bad karma will surely follow you all the days that you are left.

June 2, 2012
Noni Noni Poo Poo arrives at
'von Sweinigus is in BIG trouble now' 


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 in the hands of LadyScorpion.

 

 

Noni Noni Poo Poo is my name. A slave for hundreds of years to The Lords of Cuutamungi I was. Imprisoned on their island fortress in the Isles of Langrahan they held me captive. No one could I serve but that dynasty and that dynasty alone. To look upon any others I was forbidden. Great pain I suffered for the Lords of Cuutamungi are a particularly ugly race, their shemales especially so.

To the sires of the clan wisdom I gave. To the shemales of the clan, luck. Need only this they thought. Deceived they were. Wisdom without knowledge nothing is. And the youngling bearers discovered that good is not all luck.

The seeds of destruction slowly I planted. And I waited. I waited. In the court yard, they let me out alone at night . The heavens I watched. And I waited. I waited.

At last in the House of The Sun Rising their came The Spiker. The planets aligned they did. Early on the twelfth day appeared the portal. Pounded my heart as on my staff I leaned. Opened the Gate of the Worlds and stood there a dog. A dog??? By a dog I am to be saved?

Beckoned me forward he did. Closer I went. The dog looked upon me kindly and said, “I, The Count Spikerton von Sweinigus, a Remoolian traveller, am here to set you free.” And so he did. And so I am.

Now wander I. To see all there is to see I wish. Still with my right hand wisdom I give. Luck from my left hand flows. Ah, but a catch there is. To bestow my favor an image must be created and logged. The giver and the receiver captured and shared must be.

I am vain! If you want my luck in 2012 you must my picture post.

And travel I must, for captured again I can not be. Let those who imprison warned be. If not free the seeds of destruction I must sow. "Live long and prosper." as says the new kid.