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B at 19:55, 14 February 2012

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	They all live in the Castle happy for a long time with no one to bother them...cause most everyone is dead and gone.		They all live in the Castle happy for a long time with no one to bother them...cause most everyone is dead and gone.

	The End		The End... ''[[The Wicked Wiz\|or is it?]]''

	[[Category: Jimmy Pumpkinhead]]		[[Category: Jimmy Pumpkinhead]]

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	Jimmy is not listening. He is hacking and running, running and hacking. He likes the hacking. As scared as he is its making him feel powerful. Winded he finally makes it to a clearing where the dead trees have ceased to dominate the path. There is a cottage set off the way with a cobble stone path.		Jimmy is not listening. He is hacking and running, running and hacking. He likes the hacking. As scared as he is its making him feel powerful. Winded he finally makes it to a clearing where the dead trees have ceased to dominate the path. There is a cottage set off the way with a cobble stone path.

	He hears a woman scream. Not sure what he is thinking, and still sort of pumped with adrenaline he runs up the path to the cottage and looks in. He sees a huntsman struggling with a young woman trying to push her over the table in the kitchen. Her clothes are torn and her breasts are jiggling with the struggle. He sees the huntsman twist her arm hard flipping her on to her stomach and pushing her face into the table. The huntsman tears away her skirt and for the first time Jimmy sees that the huntsman has loosed his erection and is going to penetrate the woman in her now bare buttocks. Without thinking Jimmy smashes through the door and swings the axe into the huntsman head not realizing he is wearing a sort of Spanish morian helmet. The axe glaces off the steel and embeds in the dudes shoulder. The huntsman grabs his shoulder and the axe head and spins swinging a fist at Jimmy's face. It lands squarely with a hollow thud overpowering the slight squishy sound. Orange skin slips from the side of Jimmy's face leaving a slight impression of a fist and as Jimmy hurls back towards the door the axe arm is torn from his ~~soldier~~. He stumbles on his ass and puts up his hand in defense and closes his eyes in fear. As the huntsman goes to finish the smashing in of Jimmy's face with is fist Jimmy's outstretched splintered hands manage to find there way into his eyes. A scream of pain and disbelief from the huntsman are cut short by a hard solid thud and he falls to his knees then onto his face a small puddle of blood forming from his eyes and the smashed in skull at the back of his head. The woman is standing over him with a cast iron skillet in her hand, her eyes filled with rage, her bare breasts heaving with heavy breath.		He hears a woman scream. Not sure what he is thinking, and still sort of pumped with adrenaline he runs up the path to the cottage and looks in. He sees a huntsman struggling with a young woman trying to push her over the table in the kitchen. Her clothes are torn and her breasts are jiggling with the struggle. He sees the huntsman twist her arm hard flipping her on to her stomach and pushing her face into the table. The huntsman tears away her skirt and for the first time Jimmy sees that the huntsman has loosed his erection and is going to penetrate the woman in her now bare buttocks. Without thinking Jimmy smashes through the door and swings the axe into the huntsman head not realizing he is wearing a sort of Spanish morian helmet. The axe glaces off the steel and embeds in the dudes shoulder. The huntsman grabs his shoulder and the axe head and spins swinging a fist at Jimmy's face. It lands squarely with a hollow thud overpowering the slight squishy sound. Orange skin slips from the side of Jimmy's face leaving a slight impression of a fist and as Jimmy hurls back towards the door the axe arm is torn from his shoulder. He stumbles on his ass and puts up his hand in defense and closes his eyes in fear. As the huntsman goes to finish the smashing in of Jimmy's face with is fist Jimmy's outstretched splintered hands manage to find there way into his eyes. A scream of pain and disbelief from the huntsman are cut short by a hard solid thud and he falls to his knees then onto his face a small puddle of blood forming from his eyes and the smashed in skull at the back of his head. The woman is standing over him with a cast iron skillet in her hand, her eyes filled with rage, her bare breasts heaving with heavy breath.

	Jimmy opens his eyes to find the place an utter mess of corpses. There is the almost nude body of an old woman torn to shreds by an animal. Throat torn open and blood drenched down her torso, making her look as if she was wearing wet red girdle and bra. Face badly mangled. Slumped at the foot of the bed is a wolf wearing the old lady's night clothes a large pool of blood having oozed out of a rather large gunshot wound in the chest. A large swath of blood and gore having been spattered against the wall above the bed. The huntsman with a flattened head. On second look its not actually a huntsman at all but a palace guard wearing the seal of Prince Prospero. Large plague poxs are noticeable on his neck and arms.		Jimmy opens his eyes to find the place an utter mess of corpses. There is the almost nude body of an old woman torn to shreds by an animal. Throat torn open and blood drenched down her torso, making her look as if she was wearing wet red girdle and bra. Face badly mangled. Slumped at the foot of the bed is a wolf wearing the old lady's night clothes a large pool of blood having oozed out of a rather large gunshot wound in the chest. A large swath of blood and gore having been spattered against the wall above the bed. The huntsman with a flattened head. On second look its not actually a huntsman at all but a palace guard wearing the seal of Prince Prospero. Large plague poxs are noticeable on his neck and arms.

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	-The Misfits<br>		-The Misfits<br>
	"Pumpkin Head" <br>		"[[Pumpkin Head]]" <br>
	Famous Monsters (1999)</blockquote>		Famous Monsters (1999)</blockquote>

Otto at 11:11, 31 October 2010

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	With a faint buzzing in his head Jimmy picked his way along the Yellow Sign Brick Road careful not to look at the road. He had nearly smashed his soft pulpy head when he took a digger earlier that afternoon. He is almost glad to follow the path back into some dark woods as the miles of harvested corn fields, empty now but scattered with stubble and chaff. The abandoned scarecrows hanging tilted and decayed.		With a faint buzzing in his head Jimmy picked his way along the Yellow Sign Brick Road careful not to look at the road. He had nearly smashed his soft pulpy head when he took a digger earlier that afternoon. He is almost glad to follow the path back into some dark woods as the miles of harvested corn fields, empty now but scattered with stubble and chaff. The abandoned scarecrows hanging tilted and decayed.

	The air is noticeably cooler and more moist as he strides along the road as it sinks into the woods. A few flies buzz by his head attracted to the smell of the slightly rotten pulp. The fly into is nose and mouth only to be captured by the spider and spun into neat little packages that buzz quietly until they die. The trees look like they have long arms with jagged fingers and the bark makes them look like menacing sleeping figures with twisted faces of rage and indignation. For some reason he kept the axe he used to hew open the old casket in the grave yard. He is sort of using it like an arm which makes him feel more brave as his spindly stick arms were brittle and old. He takes a swipe at a tree branch and hews off a few fingers that stretch out into the path. Why he did not see it coming a mile off, as the rest of us did...the trees leap into animations and start to scream obscenities and wave their branch arms buffeting him about as he runs away down the path. He gets a few lucky hits in with his axe and splinters the branches that nearly tear off his head. The blows are so close that the ~~fly~~, noticeable fatter, has ~~flown~~ out and is ~~flying~~ quickly in loops through the maddened swinging tree limbs.		The air is noticeably cooler and more moist as he strides along the road as it sinks into the woods. A few flies buzz by his head attracted to the smell of the slightly rotten pulp. The fly into is nose and mouth only to be captured by the spider and spun into neat little packages that buzz quietly until they die. The trees look like they have long arms with jagged fingers and the bark makes them look like menacing sleeping figures with twisted faces of rage and indignation. For some reason he kept the axe he used to hew open the old casket in the grave yard. He is sort of using it like an arm which makes him feel more brave as his spindly stick arms were brittle and old. He takes a swipe at a tree branch and hews off a few fingers that stretch out into the path. Why he did not see it coming a mile off, as the rest of us did...the trees leap into animations and start to scream obscenities and wave their branch arms buffeting him about as he runs away down the path. He gets a few lucky hits in with his axe and splinters the branches that nearly tear off his head. The blows are so close that the spider, noticeable fatter, has dropped out and is floating on webs spun quickly in loops through the maddened swinging tree limbs.

	"What the fuck were you thinking Jimmy, this was obviously a haunted forest" screams the ~~fly~~. "Have you never read a book or seen a cartoon, you empty headed moron!"		"What the fuck were you thinking Jimmy, this was obviously a haunted forest" screams the spider. "Have you never read a book or seen a cartoon, you empty headed moron!"

	Jimmy is not listening. He is hacking and running, running and hacking. He likes the hacking. As scared as he is its making him feel powerful. Winded he finally makes it to a clearing where the dead trees have ceased to dominate the path. There is a cottage set off the way with a cobble stone path.		Jimmy is not listening. He is hacking and running, running and hacking. He likes the hacking. As scared as he is its making him feel powerful. Winded he finally makes it to a clearing where the dead trees have ceased to dominate the path. There is a cottage set off the way with a cobble stone path.

Otto at 11:07, 31 October 2010

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	<blockquote>He walked down the creaky, nowhere highway. Every mile there was a scarecrow being crucified. He found a yellow blanket along the road and he picked it up. He walked with it until he got tired then he slept in a ditch taking this must be the season of the witch.<p style="text-align: right;">		<blockquote>He walked down the creaky, nowhere highway. Every mile there was a scarecrow being crucified. He found a yellow blanket along the road and he picked it up. He walked with it until he got tired then he slept in a ditch taking this must be the season of the witch.<p style="text-align: right;">
	[[23 Days in the life of Motley Howe]]</p></blockquote>		[[23 Days in the life of Motley Howe]]</p></blockquote>

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	With a faint buzzing in his head Jimmy picked his way along the Yellow Sign Brick Road careful not to look at the road. He had nearly smashed his soft pulpy head when he took a digger earlier that afternoon. He is almost glad to follow the path back into some dark woods as the miles of harvested corn fields, empty now but scattered with stubble and chaff. The abandoned scarecrows hanging tilted and decayed.		With a faint buzzing in his head Jimmy picked his way along the Yellow Sign Brick Road careful not to look at the road. He had nearly smashed his soft pulpy head when he took a digger earlier that afternoon. He is almost glad to follow the path back into some dark woods as the miles of harvested corn fields, empty now but scattered with stubble and chaff. The abandoned scarecrows hanging tilted and decayed.
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	"I'll need a costume. Let me just skin this wolf really quick. I got a basket of cakes. Want some?" She opens a basket and gives Jimmy some cakes. He sits and eats them and soon she comes back with a bloody wolf skin draped over her shoulders. She puts on the morion which shoves the wolf face down over her forehead its fangs glistening white among the drying blood. She swings a red riding cape over the wolf skin and pulls the hood over the helmet."OK, lets go. You say you can get us in...we might as well party our asses off!"		"I'll need a costume. Let me just skin this wolf really quick. I got a basket of cakes. Want some?" She opens a basket and gives Jimmy some cakes. He sits and eats them and soon she comes back with a bloody wolf skin draped over her shoulders. She puts on the morion which shoves the wolf face down over her forehead its fangs glistening white among the drying blood. She swings a red riding cape over the wolf skin and pulls the hood over the helmet."OK, lets go. You say you can get us in...we might as well party our asses off!"


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	<blockquote>A yellow fever is spreading across the land like jelly over a square of toast. Starts is vertigo, nausea vomiting. But the final stage is a couple weeks of yellow fever. Skin turns a unpleasant yellow tone. Brain over heats from wave after wave of fever. Into a delirium. Some people get up and act out hallucinations of a foul sick dangerous world they see. Many get violent. You are among the second wave of victims. You are sure it came from the sickly looking man in the movie theater row behind you who puked up this horrid smelling filth and splatters of it got on you and your friend who also turned sick in a couple days.<p style="text-align: right;">		<blockquote>A yellow fever is spreading across the land like jelly over a square of toast. Starts is vertigo, nausea vomiting. But the final stage is a couple weeks of yellow fever. Skin turns a unpleasant yellow tone. Brain over heats from wave after wave of fever. Into a delirium. Some people get up and act out hallucinations of a foul sick dangerous world they see. Many get violent. You are among the second wave of victims. You are sure it came from the sickly looking man in the movie theater row behind you who puked up this horrid smelling filth and splatters of it got on you and your friend who also turned sick in a couple days.<p style="text-align: right;">

Otto at 11:06, 31 October 2010

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	"Well I'm going. You can come along too if you want. Or you can hang out here until someone else comes out of that forest." Jimmy says tucking the axe handle back into his sleeve and moving it about to get the feeling back in his arm.		"Well I'm going. You can come along too if you want. Or you can hang out here until someone else comes out of that forest." Jimmy says tucking the axe handle back into his sleeve and moving it about to get the feeling back in his arm.

	"~~Ill~~ need a costume. Let me just skin this wolf really quick. I got a basket of cakes. Want some?" She opens a basket and gives Jimmy some cakes. He sits and eats them and soon she comes back with a bloody wolf skin draped over her shoulders. She puts on the morion which shoves the wolf face down over her forehead its fangs glistening white among the drying blood. She swings a red riding cape over the wolf skin and pulls the hood over the helmet."OK, lets go. You say you can get us in...we might as well party our asses off!"		"I'll need a costume. Let me just skin this wolf really quick. I got a basket of cakes. Want some?" She opens a basket and gives Jimmy some cakes. He sits and eats them and soon she comes back with a bloody wolf skin draped over her shoulders. She puts on the morion which shoves the wolf face down over her forehead its fangs glistening white among the drying blood. She swings a red riding cape over the wolf skin and pulls the hood over the helmet."OK, lets go. You say you can get us in...we might as well party our asses off!"


			<blockquote>A yellow fever is spreading across the land like jelly over a square of toast. Starts is vertigo, nausea vomiting. But the final stage is a couple weeks of yellow fever. Skin turns a unpleasant yellow tone. Brain over heats from wave after wave of fever. Into a delirium. Some people get up and act out hallucinations of a foul sick dangerous world they see. Many get violent. You are among the second wave of victims. You are sure it came from the sickly looking man in the movie theater row behind you who puked up this horrid smelling filth and splatters of it got on you and your friend who also turned sick in a couple days.<p style="text-align: right;">
			[[A yellow fever sickness sweeps across the land]]</p></blockquote>


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			They wander for two days though an empty land. The last of any survivors driven off..suspectedly. The rest dead and moldering away.

			At last they make it to the Castle. A strange silence. It is almost deafening. Not at all what Jimmy and Ginny expected to hear as they approach the Party of Prospero. Corpses lay in heaps outside the gate...which lies open...

			"The Puke is all dry." Observes Ginny. The spider drops from Jimmy's head and scurries over to the rotting corpses and starts putting together a quick web.

			They climb over the corpses and get inside the giant gate. It is a scene of comic horror. Clown corpses, barnyard animal corpses, corpses in bear masks, corpses in jester masks, even corpses wearing paper Chris Titan masks...

			"Oh no, we are too late. I will surly die without some Smoke." Jimmy whispers in panicked horror.

			"Just relax, Jimmy. Look around. Over there is a full bar they died but the stash is around here somewhere. I just hope these corpses are not infectious..."
			She picks thorough the pockets of a long haired clown and finds a baggie of Kush nuggets. "Here Jimmy, try this out"

			Jimmy loads up the pipe he got from Feather Tops grave and blazed up a huge toke. He coughs orange spittle and sighs with a huge rindy grin. His face growing brighter and fresher almost instantly.

			"Oh shit, Jimmy. I did not realize how cute you were. Gimme a hit off that pipe." Ginny takes a toke. Her eyes instantly turn bloodshot red. "Let's find somewhere else to kick it. This scene is a bummer.

			They start to climb up some stairs and they meet Dorthy and Alice who were on their way down to check up on why things had become so quite. They are afraid of Jimmy and Ginny at first but before long they realize that they are late comers, don't have the Yellow Fever and are friendly. Dorthy and Alice share their food stash and show Jimmy were he can find the main stash. A few pounds of OG Cush and a sack of good seeds.

			The next year Jimmy is standing out in his crop with a huge grin.

			They all live in the Castle happy for a long time with no one to bother them...cause most everyone is dead and gone.

			The End

Otto at 10:10, 31 October 2010

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	"No. I'm a pumpkinhead. We don't get The Fever" Jimmy says consolingly in a slightly defensive tone. "I'm on my way to Prospero's party where I can score some Smoke so I don't have to rely on the Powder of Life."		"No. I'm a pumpkinhead. We don't get The Fever" Jimmy says consolingly in a slightly defensive tone. "I'm on my way to Prospero's party where I can score some Smoke so I don't have to rely on the Powder of Life."

			"You will never get in that party." she scoffs. "It for the elite only."

			"Oh, I'm getting in alright. I have the pass word and I have a costume as well. I'm going to get that smoke. I know they have it...tons of it." Jimmy quips with stifled rage.

			"I hate white powders too. It's been ages since I was able to get high. You know ever since the Yellow Fever they have hoarded all the drugs in the castle and no one will risk swinging herb when everyone is infected. But I would be terrified to go to that party. Those pricks will ass fuck you for sure!"

			"No one's going to ass fuck me Ginny, can I call you Ginny? besides it can't be that bad...its just a huge party."

			"You ain't seen the pile of corpses that were fucked to death"

			"Well I'm going. You can come along too if you want. Or you can hang out here until someone else comes out of that forest." Jimmy says tucking the axe handle back into his sleeve and moving it about to get the feeling back in his arm.

			"Ill need a costume. Let me just skin this wolf really quick. I got a basket of cakes. Want some?" She opens a basket and gives Jimmy some cakes. He sits and eats them and soon she comes back with a bloody wolf skin draped over her shoulders. She puts on the morion which shoves the wolf face down over her forehead its fangs glistening white among the drying blood. She swings a red riding cape over the wolf skin and pulls the hood over the helmet."OK, lets go. You say you can get us in...we might as well party our asses off!"

Otto at 09:55, 31 October 2010

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	Jimmy is not listening. He is hacking and running, running and hacking. He likes the hacking. As scared as he is its making him feel powerful. Winded he finally makes it to a clearing where the dead trees have ceased to dominate the path. There is a cottage set off the way with a cobble stone path.		Jimmy is not listening. He is hacking and running, running and hacking. He likes the hacking. As scared as he is its making him feel powerful. Winded he finally makes it to a clearing where the dead trees have ceased to dominate the path. There is a cottage set off the way with a cobble stone path.

	He hears a woman scream. Not sure what he is thinking, and still sort of pumped with adrenaline he runs up the path to the cottage and looks in. He sees a huntsman struggling with a young woman trying to push her over the table in the kitchen. Her clothes are torn and her breasts are jiggling with the struggle. He sees the huntsman twist her arm hard ~~fliping~~ her on to her stomach and ~~pushhing~~ her face into the table. The huntsman tears away her skirt and for the first time Jimmy sees that the huntsman has loosed his erection and is going to penetrate the woman. Without thinking Jimmy smashes through the door and swings the axe into the huntsman head not realizing he is wearing a sort of Spanish morian helmet. The axe glaces off the steel and embeds in the dudes shoulder. The huntsman grabs his shoulder and the axe head and spins swinging a fist at Jimmy's face. It lands squarely with a hollow thud overpowering the slight squishy sound. Orange skin slips from the side of Jimmy's face leaving a slight impression of a fist and as Jimmy hurls back towards the door the axe arm is torn from his soldier. He stumbles on his ass and puts up his hand in defense and closes his eyes in fear. As the huntsman goes to finish the smashing in of Jimmy's face with is fist Jimmy's outstretched splintered hands manage to find there way into his eyes. A scream of pain and disbelief from the huntsman are cut short by a hard solid thud and he falls to his knees then onto his face a small puddle of blood forming from his eyes and the smashed in skull at the back of his head. The woman is standing over him with a cast iron skillet in her hand, her eyes filled with rage, her bare breasts heaving with heavy breath.		He hears a woman scream. Not sure what he is thinking, and still sort of pumped with adrenaline he runs up the path to the cottage and looks in. He sees a huntsman struggling with a young woman trying to push her over the table in the kitchen. Her clothes are torn and her breasts are jiggling with the struggle. He sees the huntsman twist her arm hard flipping her on to her stomach and pushing her face into the table. The huntsman tears away her skirt and for the first time Jimmy sees that the huntsman has loosed his erection and is going to penetrate the woman in her now bare buttocks. Without thinking Jimmy smashes through the door and swings the axe into the huntsman head not realizing he is wearing a sort of Spanish morian helmet. The axe glaces off the steel and embeds in the dudes shoulder. The huntsman grabs his shoulder and the axe head and spins swinging a fist at Jimmy's face. It lands squarely with a hollow thud overpowering the slight squishy sound. Orange skin slips from the side of Jimmy's face leaving a slight impression of a fist and as Jimmy hurls back towards the door the axe arm is torn from his soldier. He stumbles on his ass and puts up his hand in defense and closes his eyes in fear. As the huntsman goes to finish the smashing in of Jimmy's face with is fist Jimmy's outstretched splintered hands manage to find there way into his eyes. A scream of pain and disbelief from the huntsman are cut short by a hard solid thud and he falls to his knees then onto his face a small puddle of blood forming from his eyes and the smashed in skull at the back of his head. The woman is standing over him with a cast iron skillet in her hand, her eyes filled with rage, her bare breasts heaving with heavy breath.

	The ~~plac~~		Jimmy opens his eyes to find the place an utter mess of corpses. There is the almost nude body of an old woman torn to shreds by an animal. Throat torn open and blood drenched down her torso, making her look as if she was wearing wet red girdle and bra. Face badly mangled. Slumped at the foot of the bed is a wolf wearing the old lady's night clothes a large pool of blood having oozed out of a rather large gunshot wound in the chest. A large swath of blood and gore having been spattered against the wall above the bed. The huntsman with a flattened head. On second look its not actually a huntsman at all but a palace guard wearing the seal of Prince Prospero. Large plague poxs are noticeable on his neck and arms.

	Geneviève		The spider is busy catching flies above the old woman and bundling them up in web.

			The woman has thrown on a kitchen smock and is leaning towards jimmy to give him a hand up. "My name is Geneviève," She says. "Thank you for coming in when you did. That prick was going to ass fuck me for sure!"

			"What hap-happened here?" Jimmy stutters out in shock. His eyes wide black triangles.

			"Fucking Yellow Fever. I came out here to ride it out with my Grandma. No one comes out here cause of the haunted forest. Looks like the wolf killed her. Poor thing. Just as he was going to try to eat me that soldier came up and shot him. I was so grateful that he saved my life but within seconds I realized he was suffering from the Yellow Death. He must have seen the horror on my face cause it triggered a rage in him and he tried to rape me." Her eyes close as she finally realized the extent of the mayhem surrounding her. "Thank you for coming in when you did. That prick was going to ass fuck me for sure!"

			Jimmy just blinks. Looks at the blood on his hands and over at the bloody axe. "I'm sorry." He says dumbly, noticing the spider gathering flies above the mangled corpse of her grandmother.

			"You don't look so well. You don't have the Fever do you?" she says in a defeated weary tone.

			"No. I'm a pumpkinhead. We don't get The Fever" Jimmy says consolingly in a slightly defensive tone. "I'm on my way to Prospero's party where I can score some Smoke so I don't have to rely on the Powder of Life."