Sketch Party

Johannes and I were trading sketches. This is a self sketch I did displaying what I saw after that drink before blacking out and ending up here.

Also, I got a futurific page from Larry that someone has another blog up. I'm pretty sure that he ment to send this to another one of his friend but while I have it I may as well show it to all.

Achoo

A Pub

Hey, it's Future Dog again,

I've been here for a few hours now and I've found my way into a pub. Of course, I had to walk around town practically blind due to the intense sun that was on a mission to burn my retinas out. Sometimes I wonder if I'm even on the same planet anymore. Once inside the safety of the pub I started to ask some questions, but people only shouted gibberish back into my face. It was very upsetting at first until I remembered the utility belt Larry equipped me with before I left. After some scavenging, I found an instant translator. I popped part of that sucker into my ear and the other part under my tongue and, like magic, the gibberish slowly melted away, giving way to the sweet sound of my language. Barriers were crossed and communication was had.

My first order of business was to order a fine brew. I was served a colossus mug filled with a foamy beverage. My eyes grew twice their size and a monsoon of drool erupted from my mouth. I thought I may have died instead of time travelling and gone to heaven, but this clearly was not the case. I downed the drink and sat on the finely carved wooden stool in awe of what my taste buds have just experienced. If this was what it takes to save the past, I can do this all day. I ordered another, and soon started to join in with the song and dance of my company. Our voices erupted with joy and everyone had a grin the size of a watermelon on their face. Caught up in having fun at once, I completely forgot to question anyone about a certain Gutenbird or any strange going ons. Larry may be upset with me, but he's in the future! This will all seem like an instant for him, so I'm going to take my time and enjoy myself. I made a friend with a Johannes and I'm spending the night at his house. I will update this quest later, hopefully I will have a bit more information.

First Stop

Hello, it's Future Dog

I think I blacked out for a bit. I just recently woke up in some sort of weird alley way covered in odd shaped bricks. It's a rough transition from the smooth asphalt roads that covered my world of 4540. The smell in the air here is noticeably different. It lacks all of the soot and smoke my lungs are so use to inhaling. I'm not use to this empty air and my lungs burn with each breath I take not how to properly use this new air. This will be awfully strenuous on my futurific body that is use to struggling through smog, intense gust of garbage smelling winds, and ultra acidic rain.

That drink Larry gave me was potent. I feel like a horse kicked me into a man swinging around a burlap sack of bricks which then launched me into a man swinging a bag full of stale bread/marbles. I can't imagine a situation where this would really happen except maybe they were going for the world record of who could spin the longest near a horse without getting kicked in the stomach. I do believe my cousin Franklin held that record for a short amount of time. Regardless, I am not feeling too well. I wonder what I'm going to find wherever I am, he mentioned something about Ghutenbird or some weird name like that then he forced that gross drink down my throat. Larry has gotten to be a bit more agressive lately, I can not say I enjoy it.

I am going to go off and explore in an effort to somehow solve this problem. Hopefully, I can find the rapscalian that got lost in time from all of those cocktails he has drank and get home soon.

The Beginning

Hey, it's Future Dog.

This all started a while ago, I was just minding my own business celebrating my victory over some competition in the drink-a-thon. I was able to drink two gallons of the spiciest apple cider, twelve cups of molten hot chocolate, a barrel full of salt water and a cup of snake venom in a record time of 32 minutes. With my outstanding world record setting victory on my shoulders I made my way back to my home to relax my bowels and liver for they had a lot of digesting to do. Upon entering single person flat I made my way through a thick layer of aluminum cans, I should really start recycling, and I saw a blinking on my answering machine. After wading through some more cans I make it to my answering machine and play the message. It's Larry and he needs me to meet him at his lab.

Larry is my room mate, but he is always away at his lab working on some sort of weird project. He's had a few successes in his belt tightener, wire untangler, and orange juice that you can use after brushing your teeth without that awful acidic taste. He has some bright ideas, but nothing too world changing. This message he left for me sounded urgent and I was intrigued so I made my way over to his lab.

I arrived in his poorly lit lab a little past eleven o'clock to find him tinkering on some sort of refrigerator. "A super instant cooling refrigerator?" I asked, recalling how he always complained of his ale not cooling fast enough for his thirst quenching needs. He looked up with a smile, "I heard about your triumph at that contest. Congratulations! Now I need you to come save the past." This all seemed a bit too forward, but you can't sugar coat something as serious as time travel.

My tounge dripped out of my tounge in awe, unsure if he actually said what he said. "The past? What in the world are you talking about?" I incredulous barked out. As it turns out there had been some sort of weird new cocktail introduced to the public of Drinkinville and people were warping through time causing a ruckus. Larry brought to me a newspaper. At first, it seemed like a regular newspaper but upon closer inspection some of the words were jumbled and letters were missing. "Are you sure you didn't just get a deluxe edition word jumble or cryptogram?" I inquired, but was met with another grin from Larry.

"This is the newspaper. All of the words are messed up because of these time travelers. I fear someone has gone back to Ghutenberg's time and is distracting him from getting his printing press complete." Larry's words were hard to swallow at first. Like a pill that just wont go down, stuck in your esophogaus hindering your breathing until you are forced to drink a gallon of apple juice and take three spoons of sugar. "I've reversed engineered the time cocktails so that you can go back in time with precision. They're in that refrigerator over there whenever you're ready."