Life history of an ELITER
-- Submitted by Purcelin
There once was a bearinglady who gave birth on a highway to a _little_runt. OMG she yelled, oopstheritzz!. She had hoped for a perfect one but when she looked at the schnozz she realized she had a gnomethang. It grew up and was clearly a madwelshy who had few desires except to guzzle beer and play rugby, in fact, he even won a game twice. He soon learned to rely on a wild angel who taught him a thing or two, but frankly he got into a lot of trubble all the time. He simply couldn’t behave, even though he had both a crazed angel and an oma trying to guide him to heavens, although he did have a terrible fear of the neogiant and boogieman!
One day he met a girl_wonder who could tolerate his antics, although she regularly had to kikkiz butt and occasionally call in a usmc_ret or a whip. The flower angel regularly took some new notes but it still didn’t help. We tried a trickymint but he still smelled like an silly solie old dino Finally in desperation we turned to the Institute for the Criminally Insane located just north of Maine around amongst the inewfs. They appointed a cutiepie and a canadagurl to monitor him but there was virtually no reasoning with him. A redheaded nurse was just stopping by and called on the vt_spirits to dunk him in the ocean, but on and on he ranted. Finally a moobag showed up and whacked him again so he decided being a britontherun wasn’t such a bad thing, got back on the druryhighroad, and finally found his way to the world of Eliters where he yepped and yepped and finally became a crafty if frisky gamer and even something of a hiroler!