Blah, enjoy reading. 
Thanks to Guruji and clawmauler that made me laugh with some funny videos. 
Always read the previous ones unless you don’t want to be intelligencier.. Zomg I made up a word, yay.. o__o
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Barbod was in fear and shock. All he had left was his sword, wits, and reactions to decide whether he will live or not. The Yeti was not hesitant to slam his fists to decimate the Perma-Beginner. With stupendous force, its monstrous fists missed Barbod by inches. Relieved that he was alive for a split second, his relief turned to terror as the ground shook and split right in-between the ground. He fell, with no hope of living, until a hand grabbed his. The pale moonlight shined on the Yeti instead of the person who helped and the darkness was shadowing the icy land of El Nath. Whoever the person was releasing a string, so Barbod immediately knew it was a hunter or crossbowman. A few seconds later the might beast, the Yeti, fell down. The figure of the stranger was at the Yetiâs corpse, and then it disappeared. Barbod walked over and there it was the most powerful weapon he could wield. Along it was a note tagged saying,
âYou have some guts wandering here alone, âspecially when you are jobless. I remember you from the boat; I donât think you remember me. Good luck on your adventures and remember not to wander off too deep or youâll be perished by the strong monsters that bring unholy havoc to this peaceful community. Oh, and have that piece of junk. I donât need it anyways. Make good use of it, youâre going to stick with that snowboard for a long time.
-Intoxicationâ
Confused at whose name or pen name Intoxication was, Barbod had many questions to behold him. He was exhausted and headed back to El Nath. Traveling to the Advancement Temple , he slept in the basement. Many things that ran through his head were gone and he slept peacefully.
Suddenly, Barbod was placed into another dimension. Nothing was around him, but suddenly a Crimson Balrog came out of nowhere! âOh in the name of-âhe said before the Balrog stroke. Hit squarely in the gut, he started coughing up blood and suddenly was writhing in pain. The Crimson Balrog roared and down came a bolt of pure evil magic and hit Barbod. âArgh! DAMN THAT HURTS!â he managed to exclaim and then just as he was about to become dinner, he woke up.
Sweating and breathing heavily, he got his newly acquired weapon and took his sword and set it on his backside, just incase. Training to slay the Balrogs once and for all, he took intense training sessions, draining his stamina too quick for him to handle. After the hard months on training on the Junior Pepes, he finally was strong enough to train on Yeti. Easing up his mind, he set off to the Icy Path, where many Yetis settled. Once again, curiosity took the best of him as he braced himself for stronger monsters. Running faster than the speed of sound, he bumped into something large and furry. Looking up, an enraged Werewolf was staring at him, getting ready for a claw strike. Barbod gulped and held his snowboard high, hoping for the best.
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Rawr. Remember, I’m continuing out of boredom. D
~A Person