Free Grunty? Why Not? + GRUNTY

[ZEPHYR52]

Free stuff was awesome in the opinion of the Twinblade. Before logging on that day Zephyr52 found out about this cool event. What wasn't there to love about a free Grunty? Nothing, that's what. These were the thoughts that flooded through Ryan's brain as he led his character into the Grunty Farm. Everytime he played this game he was completely floored by the graphics. the skies were composed of a perfect pallete of light and dark blues. The environments were so realistic that he could swear that he could actually feel the the wet grass between the toes of his bare feet. If he weren't smarter than that then he would honestly believe that the developers had created an entirely new world.

"Hello? I'd like a Free Grunty!" The Twinblade called as he crossed the threshold.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; height: 200px; overflow: auto;]This week of the utmost important for the Grunty Ranch NPC known as Farmer Grunt. He had already given away so many Baby Grunties to good caretakers and was happy to see that more were on the way, namely a very energetic Twin Blade. "Hey, hey! You've come to the right place!" The farmer beamed. "Yup, yup you 'eard right my boy! Free Grunties, but only take one...Some high level Player Killer came in and took five, but you seem like a nice enough fellah!" The NPC laughed wholeheartedly and directed her towards the stables where about ten baby Grunties were snug quietly together in a fenced area. "Well, here lady. Take your pick!" He presented the babies with a grin. The Grunties before Zephyr were of all different colors; yellow, red, green, blue. Nearly all of them were common colors. No rare Grunties like Gold or Silver were in sight. Regardless of color, there was no denying that they were all adorable! [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #DFDFDF] [style=background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]FARMER GRUNT[/style][/style]

[ZEPHYR52]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;][STYLE=border: 4px solid #75531E; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-left: 15px; margin-bottom: -33px; margin-top: 7px;][/style][STYLE=float: right; width: 277px; font-size: 50px; color: #75531E; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 123px; text-transform: lowercase; margin-top: -45px; letter-spacing: -3px;]MY SACRIFICE[/style][STYLE=background-color: #EFE9E0; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; margin-right: 15px; font-family: arial narrow; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 11px; margin-bottom: -9px; margin-left: 123px; padding: 5px; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; color: #75531E;]ABOVE ALL THE OTHERS, WE'LL FLY[/style] [STYLE=margin-right: 15px; margin-left: 15px; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; background-color: #EFE9E0; padding: 17px; color: #3C2E16; margin-top: 8px; opacity: 0.9; border-top: 4px solid #75531E; border-right: 1px dotted #9D6F25; border-left: 1px dotted #75531E;]Whipping around sharply at the sound of the NPC's surprisingly realistic voice flowing to his ears, Zephyr considered the choices in which he was given. There were so many choices. He could choose the blue one whose fur seemed to stand up on edge. Or maybe the red one whose thick mane was slicked down lick an oil slick. Which would he choose? Both of them were so cute that he could just love on them forever. A raging tidal wave of split second changes in his chosen came crash down on his mind forcing him to figuratively reboot his brain. Once his thoughts were cleared of contrasting opinions he was able to make his choice. "The blue one please." The youth, picking up the puffy furred baby Grunty with both arms like a cradle, announced softly. WORDS! I don't countTAGS! I like playing tag. NOTES! Blue Grunties are where it's at. [/style]

[STYLE=width: 400px; text-align: center; font-size: 9px; color: #75531E; letter-spacing: 2px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -4px;]made by kiwii at btn & ote![/style]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][style=float: left; width: 250px; font-family: calibri; font-size: 8pt; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; height: 200px; overflow: auto;]"Well hey! That's a great choice" The NPC exclaimed automatically. He picked up the little, Blue Grunty and placed it gently in Zephyr's arms. "Now be very calm and gentle with'em. At this age these guys get real spooked easily and you'll have to carry'em when he's out of his stable. Remember, feed him Grunty Mints as soon as you can! The sooner ya feed'em, the faster he'll grow and then you can ride the little guy as an adult, but he's got some time!" The large farmer laughed. "Thought up a name for him? How 'bout Bluey or Blue Boy?" Farmer Grunt brought up some very unoriginal names, almost like he had a name generator integrated into his AI to name off titles that were related to the situation. [/style] [style=margin-top: 6px; width: 100px; height:100px; float:right; font-size: 7pt; font-family: calibri; font-weight: bold; text-align: center; border: 5px solid #DFDFDF] [style=background-color: #dfdfdf; padding: 2px]FARMER GRUNT[/style][/style]