Week 1. The G'JooB

If you see it is not yet your turn to enter, please dont.  If you dont have your name on the list yet, enter it in as a new entry (as many times as you want, just not consecutively).  If it is your turn to write, "edit" your post with your name. Erase your name, and modify it with your entry.  This will be a flow type of story in which you will pick up where the previous poet left off.(in order to move this thing along nicely for the next poet, dont capture the G'joob...remember it is "ever elusive".). Thanks! I will send email reminders as your turn happens if you havent posted.

"I am he as you are he as you are me
And we are all together
See how they run like pigs from a gun see how they fly"

Known characters thus far:
Wally (A.K.A "The Walrus")( the character perspective from which you will write)
Edgar (A.K.A "The Eggman")(lead jungle guide)
The eggmen (friendly but unpredictable native jungle tribe)
The previously undocumented, elusive, and possibly dangerous:
G'joob (makes echoey "goo goo g'joob" noises)

The story begins:

Shhh...  I think I heard it move again...there, thats it.. Goddamn jungle, I cant....  i cant determine, which, direction.  Lets move forward, keep low, keep your eyes open.  This fucking things smart.

please keep in mind, getting a "piece" of the G'joob isnt going to win you the comp...writing a good entry that helpls to continue the flow will.  At the end of the comp I will copy and paste all sections together and post the completed story as a whole..

I examine the bite, but it was only a scratch from snapped branches.  I bind it up quickly, and listen to its "goo goo g'joob" repeating overhead.

I peer up into the thick overgrowth and motion to Edgar to circle west and along the ridge.  The G'joob's cries mingle with that of the agitated wildlife.  The birds are long-gone, but now I see a few monkeys swinging away, their hoots and shrieks covering up the few auditory clues we had to its whereabouts.

"Godammit."

I mutter under my breath and swipe the sweat off my temples with my sleeve.  Why did I agree to this, anyway?

"Wally! Here, come quick!"

I turn towards the half-whisper, my hand already gripping the machete.  Now what?

I weave, hunched over, through the lower half of some vegetation. Fixated on my now detected target. How this abomination was viable is well beyond me. I clench my machete through white knuckled fists, reevaluating my plan as the source of my objective outweighs my previous calculations.

Unfortunately, stealth never was my strong suite, and I snap a twig in my not so elegant stalk of the creature. G'joob instinctively raises it's gaze directly to my location, as if I had prematurely triggered a rifle at it.

I can hear Edgar mutter quick expletives as the beast lets lose a blood curling howl, lunging for me in a tiger like speed.

I raised my weapon in vain, as the G'joob has already seized my right arm with the rottweiler death grip of it's jaws. Adrenalin and desperation begin to strangle me as I realize I'm defenseless. But then..

(sorry, getting my previous posts out of the way, ill replace them with G'joob noises)

goo goo g'joob, goo goo g'joob

Silence
g'joob looked me straight in the eye
and just starred. He felt my fear
Then he tasted my flesh with his tongue, slowly from chin to cheek. I stood still waiting for my inevitable death. Then there was nothing left but the coldness of the night gripping my body. He was gone , my arm still erect,  I could feel where he held me but I couldn't bring myself to look at what he left behind. The coldness and pain was taking over
Falling to my knees, shaking with fear and confusion
He had me and, he let me go..

In the distance I could hear his goo's.
Mocking me, lowering my head into my hands I laugh
I laughed until a tear ran down my dirty cheek
Edgar stirs.. looking over at him , he says, with death in his eyes
Go find him, go and

He couldn't finish his sentence. His eyes were wide open as he was interuppted by death.
"Fuck." I say quietly. I stand up and place my gun back in my pocket. I walked in the direction of the g'joob. A few feet in front of me I spotted Eggman sitting on a large tree trunk.
"He's gone, bro." I said in the bravest voice I could stand. Eggman looked at me with surprise on his face. He solemnly got up and stood next to me.
"We should get that thing." he told me.
"G,joob." I corrected him. Eggman nodded. We started our way out to catch that thing

goo goo, g''joob, goo goo g'joob

goo goo g'joob, goo goo g'joob

After following the goo's for hours Edgar spots him
there"  under the tree
I see him I say
and it looks like he's sleeping
Eggman starts getting his axe ready for the attack
Edgar loading his gun
Hey hey hey guys we need a plan
We can't let past mistakes kill us
This time we need to attack when he is not expecting it
and he knows we're here
for some reason I can hear his thoughts
And this  is a setup , we need to run
Run
Run? He's right there this our chance
Putting my hand on Edgar's arm I look him In the eye and say
If we could hunt and our hearts could be the marksman then we would attack, but we only have our weapons and our minds.
If we attack now , we are all dead understand.
How do you know? How could you possibly hear him?
Touching my corpse cheek, I whisper I just know
just please run to the cave back two miles ,I'll lure him to us, be ready
Eggman shaking his head says, you cant possibly know this
I do egg
And i know It's me he wants.
with a curse and the "are you sure looks"  sent my way finally they say we will go
But if you're not back in 15 minutes we are coming for you and this time we aren't letting this monster go
Ok ok 15 minutes tops
With a pat on my back and skeptical looks they leave in a run
I watch them fade into the forest
touching my now throbbing cheek  I turn slowly to my target
who is now sitting campfire style gaping at me as if he is about to

goo goo g'joob, goo goo g'joob

goo goo g'joob, goo goo g'joob

....gaping at me as if he is about to come over for another taste. I regard him acerbically, my cheek still aching from his touch, though with the caution of one approaching a rabid bear. As the sun fades over the horizon I can see his black and sparkling eyes, a look of malevolence aimed at me, but why he does not attack, I do not know, just like when he could have killed me earlier in the day. The failing orange glow of sunset is casting the bright green forestry around me into a dark and dull world, full of shadows and whispers of creatures coming out for the night, heavy on branches way above my head, swinging from tropical fruit trees, and scurrying around me in the undergrowth, but he is the object of my ardor, and I only have eyes for him. Even now, after our earlier encounter, seeing a G'joob so close fills me with wonder. he is massive, the bruises on my chest attest to his weight, with a dark, thick coat, of a curious mix, what looks to me to be course black hair, mixed with oil-slick feathers, iridescent in the fading light, once purple, then emerald. I can hear his deep, rumbling breath, calm and steady.

Suddenly I find that I am frozen where I stand, staring at this beast just as much as he is staring at me, and time is slipping through my fingers like grains of sand. If I did not hurry, my friends would be coming soon, and I could sense, somehow, that this beast would kill them in an instant, but not me. I decide, it's now or never, and approach the G'joob on shaky legs, taking care not to trip up on a stray vine when suddenly I hear loud shouts, drums, and many feet thundering over the forest floor, I duck down, confused and ambushed as the G'joob slips away in a blink of an eye, and I am left surrounded by near 20 men, bare skin painted in an array of colors, carrying spears, and feathers in their long black braids.......

Your turn Evan

Evan Sarov, (AscensionES) will happily take part.

goo goo g'joob, goo goo g'joob