After a few days and a grand morning with his 4 friends, Stumpkins the Tall was ushered on by the staff of Lynmer the mage to begin his quest.
Before this journey of great import the friends had joined to improve Stumpkins statpoints of gladness through food, games, fun, and animated pictures. And on the final morning they ate of the sustenance of slambread chomps and sugarfizz bubblers. But alas the time had arrived for young Stumpkins. And he must fast depart.
So he rode a vroomwagon of Odeth to the corral of dragons for the flight across the land of Oooosa. Of course mere moments after leaving he realized he’d forgotten to leave the key of Chevrog so that his friends might journey in the land of LaPorAnd in their own vrooomwagon and so after a quick return he continued on his mighty journey.
But the mage Lynmer did not always have plans to make it so easy, knowing wisely that tests would strengthen the young Stumpkins for his most important quest. So after a pleasant journey past the guards of TraSeeAgg who keep the wog dragons and their passengers safe, he boarded the first wog dragon, OldGas, so he could connect to the long flight. Now OldGas was, well, you guessed it, old and tired and he shuddered as he flew, but being an old and wise dragon he knew how to fly past beautiful mountains so the passengers could delight. And they did. And this gave Stumpkins plus 1 stat points of joy strength. And yet, being an old dragon he sometimes lost track of time. And so, Stumpkins and the 117 other passengers were late to the land of SeaAtt. This made everyone nervous as Viserous, the mighty long-range wog dragon was not a patient dragon. He would not wait for those who were late. (I kid not. He literally had it tattooed on his burly arm as a motto because he believed it in his soul.) So passengers began to panic and gain -1 anxiety as they quickly employed various counter measures against the debuff. Some closing the eyes and reflecting on joy. Some count breathing. And some standing upon head and singing backwords the song of Ooooosa.
When they landed at SeaAtt all was unfurled in disorder and dysfunction. Some jumped from the wings. Some flew to their next destination. Some somersaulted and screeched. And for some reason others bounced on their tushies thinking somehow this would speed their journey. (It did not).
Now Stumpkins perhaps wasn’t quite as young as he hoped he was. And when he ran, well, some had said he looked like a waddling penguin. However, regardless of style he lunged from OldGas to the grass below gathered his bags of journeying in both arms and ran. He ran with all his might. And just as the bubble of passenger protection was being sealed he dove onto the gangway leading to Viserous to which the witty flight guardian cried “safe”.
Stumpkins stood to his full height though it was not much and shook the dust off of his clothes and handed the ticket to the flight guardian. He looked so old and tired in this moment that the flight guardian asked if he needed any help: a wet water perhaps to sustain him the long distance of 10 feet to his seat. He declined for he had astutely purchased a Gatorade, a drink known throughout all universes, so of course there could be no other name for it. Refreshed even by the first sip he steadied himself for the long journey of 10 feet to his seat and then promptly fell asleep.