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| - The true Lord Noodle, who for now on will simply be refereed to as Lord Noodle, was out on a stroll. For today his training had finished and at the moment he was simply enjoying the peace. However this tranquility would not last. As Lord Noodle was not a tranquil person. He was a warrior, remember, and warriors are forged in fire and steel. This meant one thing, and one thing only. That Lord Noodle, like the blade, is drawn to battle. but there are other Lord Noodles." To be continued
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| - The true Lord Noodle, who for now on will simply be refereed to as Lord Noodle, was out on a stroll. For today his training had finished and at the moment he was simply enjoying the peace. However this tranquility would not last. As Lord Noodle was not a tranquil person. He was a warrior, remember, and warriors are forged in fire and steel. This meant one thing, and one thing only. That Lord Noodle, like the blade, is drawn to battle. While on his peaceful stroll Lord Noodle meet a traveler. He was young lad, barely the age for long walking. He came to the island as the result of a bad storm and by Lord Noodle's own decree he was given shelter in the local inn and fed on the lord's own tab. So it was clear that this young man had a lot to be grateful for. To both the Lord Noodle himself and the Lord on High. So when Lord Noodle asked him a question, he answered the question honestly. "Young lad, who was thrown adrift by the storm", spoke Lord Noodle. The Lord of the island had stopped a moment to hear the boys words. He was curious about the outside, for Lord Noodle had never left the island. He had spent all of his youth on Popo and as a result he knew little of the world outside. "Have you heard of Lord Noodle? Do they sing of our greatness and our glory? Do they tell the tale of how the first Lord Noodle casted the great demon though time and space? Do they tell how the Noodle picked up a mountain? Do they speak of me, the current Lord Noodle? Do they sing of my strength? Do they share tales about my bravery, or maybe my kindness? I was told I was a kind lord and my benevolences matched my brawn. So speak young traveler. What do they say of Lord Noodle XIV? What do they say of Popo." The young man grew silent. His eyes stared on with worry and fear. His silence had placed a dark shadow on the evening as now Lord Noodle knew something was wrong. The peace of the morning had turned into a inquiry as Lord Noodle wanted to know what the outside world had to offer. "Well Lord Noodle", spoke the young man finally mustering up the courage to speak. "You are truly kind and I am sure your arm is strong, but there are other Lord Noodles." To be continued
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