The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Hemalurgic Headshot he/him]

And he and the trees searched together.

[Nerd3.14159265358979 he/him]

And the searched in mountains. (And I mean in the mountains. Not on them like some weirdlings.)

[Rebecca she/her]

Butt searched through the inside of that one dead chasmfeind from earlier in the story as well.

[Devout Pathian]

Butt continued searching even though he had long ago forgotten what it was it was looking for.

[Nerd3.14159265358979 he/him]

But he had found it. An infinite supply of Stormlight. He didn't know how to breath it in, though. And he didn't realize that he had found it, so he kept searching.

 

[Rebecca she/her]

He searched under Wayne’s hat.

[Hemalurgic Headshot he/him]

He searched while wearing Wayne's hat.

[Ink he/him]

Wayne took his hat back. It was his lucky hat. Butt was being a butt right now.

[Nerd3.14159265358979 he/him]

But Butt told Wayne that he was trading and took the hat back, giving a few packs of chewed gum in return.

[Stormblessed Dolphin he/him]

Fortunately for Butt, as keeping the hat would have led to his being beaten, Lift appeared again, and yanked him away, he dropped Wayne's hat. "Come on!" Lift said, "dontcha know that what you're looking for is this way?" but then Lift disappeared and Butt found himself in the middle of a desert. He continued his search, for, whatever he was searching for.

[Devout Pathian]

His infinite supply of stormlight fuled all ten of his sugres as he searched for what he was searching for, which was already found as what he was searching for was the infinite supply of stormlight, but he had forgotten what it was he was searching for.

[Gancho Libre he/him]

He ate a pickle. He had found true joy.

[Devout Pathian]

He then proceeded to marry the pickle.  He professed his true love and it’s persumed the pickle loved him too.  The religion of the people of Larsta said all you needed was profession of true love before a priest.  Butt realized there was not priest present, so he went searching for one.  He had to marry his ture love or die trying.

[Hemalurgic Headshot he/him]

So he searched in the trees again.

[Apollyon he/him]

In the trees he found memories of the one he had once loved. The Pineapple. Butt looked between the imaginary Pineapple and his pickle, struggling intensely. I can’t- I can’t do this...

[AonEne he/him]

He screamed.

[Nerd3.14159265358979 he/him]

Then the pickle revealed that it was the pineapple.

[Rebecca she/her]

Butt’s eyes widened in shock, and his jaw went slack.

[Nerd3.14159265358979 he/him]

He kissed his beloved pine-pickle.

[Gancho Libre he/him]

it morphed into a porcupine as he did it.

ouch.

[Devout Pathian]

He screamed again.

[Stormblessed Dolphin he/him]

Then he decided to only speak one word at a time, starting with:

Rutabaga 

[Archer he/him]

Quintessential. 

[Stormblessed Dolphin he/him]

Beaver

[Apollyon he/him]

Sniffed.