Ive to right a story on been a duck, and all the wonderful adventures i can have. The more the extreme the story is, the better i score. I need some more ideas on what direction i can take the story, as well as needing to fit it all together better.
Heres what ive came up with:
Characters
(on the island, in the pond; incidently its a large pond, almost a lake)
Virtuoso (the performer, a bit ponsey)
Pessimism
Laudatory cookie
Limbo
Matchstick
Fickle
[american chatshow announcement]
(our dark mattered alien friends)
091
880
0107 (narrater)
(evil white feathers)
ZZ pukka (leader, i need to make him out to be evilier than the sinths on star wars)
voilet t’sublime
woo hoo (a spider, allied to white feathers)
(animal ficdofeliac[those people obsessed with poo])- there also vets.
Sam
Hog
Story. Chapter 3: After ‘Welly’
this is what ive thought of for the characters so far:
Matchstick – unknown to him, he has been given the rights of passage by a mystic race known as ‘the ancients’ to protect the universe from the dawn of a new evil - the downside is, his a duck!
Alien friends – are bored. having lived a eternity and still to live a eternity, they just fly around observing things for a laugh.
Laudatory cookie was found out to be a nimpomaniac necrophile after ‘welly’ with matchsticks mother along with others.
ZZ-pukka – having injured his leg in ‘welly’ was treated by vet Sam (and hidden poo fanatic) at his home. After wandering into a room in the house, a room that bed bugs tell nightmares about; he was infected with a mutated virus - turning him into the new evil of the universe. - although he is a swan.
On the island - the rest plan for fluffy white (bread)
hog thinks virtuoso fancys sam.
Heres the start:- by the way, ‘Welly’ was a war between the ducks and swans, over a stategic position in the pond.
Our ‘black mattered alien friends - 091 and 880’ are out on a stroll with 0107 (0107 isn’t partically happy, after the old accidentally freezing him incident). Here they are observing Sam and Hog, as they stroll down to the pond with fluffy white.
091
“They’re made out of meat.â€
880
“Meat?â€
091
“There’s no doubt about it. We picked several from different parts of the planet, took them aboard our recon vessels, probed them all the way through. They’re completely meatâ€
880
“That’s impossible. What about the radio signals? The messages to the stars?"
091
“They use the radio waves to talk. But the signals don’t come from them. The signals come from machines.”
880
“So who made the machines? That’s who we want to contact.â€
091
“They made the machines. That’s what I’m trying to tell you. Meat made the machines.â€
880
“That’s ridiculous. How can meat make a machine? You’re asking me to believe in sentient meat.â€
091
“I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. These creatures are the only sentient race in the sector and they’re made out of meat.â€
880
“Maybe they’re like rubber uroboric forms.â€
091
“Nope. They’re born meat and they die meat. We studied them for several of their life spans, which didn’t take too long. Do you have any idea of the life span of meat?â€
880
“Spare me. Okay, maybe they’re only part meat. You know, like the Weddilei. A meat head with an electron plasma brain inside.â€
091
“Nope, we thought of that, since they do have meat heads like the Weddilei. But I told you, we probed them. They’re meat all the way through.â€
880
“No brain?â€
091
“Oh, there is a brain all right. It’s just that the brain is made out of meat.â€
880
“So … what does the thinking?â€
091
“You’re not understanding, are you? The brain does the thinking. The meat.""Thinking meat! You’re asking me to believe in thinking meat!â€
880
“Yes, thinking meat! Conscious meat! Loving meat. Dreaming meat. The meat is the whole deal! Are you getting the picture?â€
0107
“Will you two shut up!
The frenzy going down by the pool side is about to start.”
Now i dont know what direction to take the story.[/i]
i think i might have to abandon 
