Once upon a time, or maybe not, in a vaguely named land beside a see of PosSiBiliTea, there lived or did not live a strangely normal boy named Boy. His father may or may not have been a tailor or hat maker who married a goat named Gertamoon. Down by the seeshore, Boy would play and run and find shells and skip and jump and watch the see, mostly all at once. Boy's father would dance a jig and wave his coattails and drink possibilitea and do mysterious things with pins, and Gertamoon would watch him with her strange rod-shaped eyes and chew on purple green red yellow grass and swish her bitty tail.

One night or day, Boy decided to grow up and down and sideways and inways. He told his parents or he just went away without telling them. His mother watched with strange rod-shaped eyes and nodded approvingly and said "meeeeh", or she told him he could not leave, or she did nothing because he left without telling her. His father danced a jig and waved his coattails and and drank possibilitea and did mysterious things with pins.

Boy swam and he swam and he floated and he sailed and skipped and he ran he and dove across or between the sign and co sign waves in the see of PosSibIliTea. After a long or short time the waves began to rise and the see grew.

With so much pOssIbItEA everywhere, only one thing was sure to happen, and so yes of course, a dragon appeared. It was large and scaled and it had wings and claws and a pointy tail. Boy got on it, and then he grew up and down and sideways and inways.


This was the origin story for character named Orand that I played on a Multi-User Dungeon a number of years ago. I always had to be more differenter. Probably a middle child thing.