Journey to Erehwon The game begins
Posted: August 7th, 2007, 8:17 pm
Tim woke up, excited. Today was the day the great teachers send him on his great quest. He
dressed in his most comfortable clothes, and tied all his possessions, in a red cloth bandanna, to
the end of a pole. (They told him this was traditional.) He ate a good breakfast and headed out to
the learning temple.
Tim couldn’t believe that they would pick him for such an important quest. There was
nothing much exceptional about him. He was fifteen years old, unruly green hair, golden eyes
behind his large glasses. The one thing exceptional was his size. In a land where everyone was
about six feet tall, Tim stood out. He was five feet two inches and one hundred twenty pounds.
So of course he earned the nick name, little Tim. But what Tim lacked in size he more than made
up for in other attributes, mostly curiosity. They say he was born knowing the words, what, how,
where, if, when, etc. He was a book of questions. How high is the sky, what holds the clouds up,
if the ocean goes to the end of the world, why doesn’t it run off? Where does the river come
from, why is the desert dry? Does the trees waving make the wind blow, where do baby’s
come........? You get the picture.
And so, Tim stood before learning temple, and the great crowd that came to see him off.
Ah, well, his mom was there, and a few of the teachers, and his trusty companion Clyde. Tim had
been instructed to keep silent, (which was so difficult he thought he would explode), The great
teacher mumbled some great incomprehensible words, (all the while thinking at last he would be
rid of Tim’s continual questions, it was worth giving his parents a goat to get them to agree to let
Tim leave. After all, Tim’s father had reasoned, he had Tim’s six older brothers to take care of
the farm, and a goat would do more work than Tim could.) With much ceremony the great
teacher removed an object from a bag and handed it to Tim. It was a clear purple ball, with many
strange and marvelous little pieces inside, and a glowing number seven in the center. The great
teacher told him, this was one of the wonderful data balls. Tim was to search out the other six
balls. When he had them all they would open the great oracle at Erehwon and he would have
what he most desired, all the answers, to life the universe and, well, everything. (Good, thought
the teacher, I can get rid of that old thing and forget those stupid old legends that go with it.) And
so they sent him on his way, telling him not to return till he knew all the answers to everything.
So our young traveler was on his way, with his trusty companion, his camel Clyde, out into
the desert following the great river toward it’s source, the far away mountains that they taught
him were the end of the world. It was hard, and a bit scary, sleeping in the desert darkness at
night. The old woman had told him others had gone, but none ever returned. Good thing he had
Clyde with him.
Tim woke up, excited. Today was the day the great teachers send him on his great quest. He
dressed in his most comfortable clothes, and tied all his possessions, in a red cloth bandanna, to
the end of a pole. (They told him this was traditional.) He ate a good breakfast and headed out to
the learning temple.
Tim couldn’t believe that they would pick him for such an important quest. There was
nothing much exceptional about him. He was fifteen years old, unruly green hair, golden eyes
behind his large glasses. The one thing exceptional was his size. In a land where everyone was
about six feet tall, Tim stood out. He was five feet two inches and one hundred twenty pounds.
So of course he earned the nick name, little Tim. But what Tim lacked in size he more than made
up for in other attributes, mostly curiosity. They say he was born knowing the words, what, how,
where, if, when, etc. He was a book of questions. How high is the sky, what holds the clouds up,
if the ocean goes to the end of the world, why doesn’t it run off? Where does the river come
from, why is the desert dry? Does the trees waving make the wind blow, where do baby’s
come........? You get the picture.
And so, Tim stood before learning temple, and the great crowd that came to see him off.
Ah, well, his mom was there, and a few of the teachers, and his trusty companion Clyde. Tim had
been instructed to keep silent, (which was so difficult he thought he would explode), The great
teacher mumbled some great incomprehensible words, (all the while thinking at last he would be
rid of Tim’s continual questions, it was worth giving his parents a goat to get them to agree to let
Tim leave. After all, Tim’s father had reasoned, he had Tim’s six older brothers to take care of
the farm, and a goat would do more work than Tim could.) With much ceremony the great
teacher removed an object from a bag and handed it to Tim. It was a clear purple ball, with many
strange and marvelous little pieces inside, and a glowing number seven in the center. The great
teacher told him, this was one of the wonderful data balls. Tim was to search out the other six
balls. When he had them all they would open the great oracle at Erehwon and he would have
what he most desired, all the answers, to life the universe and, well, everything. (Good, thought
the teacher, I can get rid of that old thing and forget those stupid old legends that go with it.) And
so they sent him on his way, telling him not to return till he knew all the answers to everything.
So our young traveler was on his way, with his trusty companion, his camel Clyde, out into
the desert following the great river toward it’s source, the far away mountains that they taught
him were the end of the world. It was hard, and a bit scary, sleeping in the desert darkness at
night. The old woman had told him others had gone, but none ever returned. Good thing he had
Clyde with him.