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Part3 The Fairytale

After the feeling of exaltation that had come to FarmerBoy as a result of his successful year, he decided to gambol thru the internet moving this way and that, reminiscent of a sidewinder in the hot Arizona desert. Another mood had taken possession of him. For a long time he had been going about feeling very humble and understanding 9of everyone and anything. Now he had decided that like the men whose stories filled the pages of Blogger and the Fantasy LaLa board, he would become more extrovert, I have been given these good looks by God and by golly I shall use them," he whispered to himself. "Perhaps I should have done this thing long ago." He was sorry the idea had not come into his mind in the days before his first novel had been born and thought that If he had been more "out there" life may have been easier.

More and more as he thought of the matter, he thought also of Rainstorm his friend , confident' and IM Buddy, for three long years, and his passionate self-love was partially forgotten. Rainstorm was a sweet young thing but no pushover, oh sure Farmerboy was cute, she knew that but trouble was she knew all his secrets and he knew hers. They were bound together by unseen chains, would they ever break free.

In silence Cartman stared at the screen in a daze and would have stated like that if not for the "You got Mail" audio wav' bellowing in his ear. He smiled as he saw her name on the mail. Now the Cartman is what is oft times referred to as intellectually challenged, Oh he's clever enough alright, but never got the chance to fulfill his ambitions because of his lack of temper management and his addiction to narcotics . He was so frustrated, day after day sitting at home without anyone for company bar the virtual posters that jeered at him through the dirty monitor screen. Oh boy did he hate them so, those people who talked about thier nice houses, big cars 2.4 nuclear lives. Those things he would never have. He imagined what his life would be like if he could be whoever he wanted to be, but hey ! It's the era of the Internet he could be whomsoever he wanted . Not just the cartman, but BIGcartman, yeah sure, people would have to listen to him then, he was important. Lots of money, rich parents real estate owner in a nice rural area well educated even, perhaps a self employed IT expert, hm that's a nice clean job, and hey! he did a work scheme on computers a few years back while he did a stint inside the big house for shoplifting that would stand him in stead just in case he was asked any tricky questions. Thus was born Cartman the Troll.

On the day he was born TiaMaria the fairy with cheer scowled Bahhhhh Humbug!

Same time Same place tomorrow guys

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