The first story will revolve around Rufus, one of recently born norns. The part I wrote is true, for the most part.
The rules for this story are that- Each paragraph will only be about 5-10 minutes of Rufus' life. When you send me a paragraph tell me what the lenght of his life you are writing. Then I can and will add up his age so that people will know how old he is. He will not die until he is at least 10 hours old, and with permission from me. Do not write about Rufus getting beaten to a pulp or anything like that. Those stories are sad. Also Rufus and all norns and greandel(s) do NOT speak perfect english. I don't like those stories much.On with the story!
Rufus is currently 10 minutes old and wainting to be re-imported into the C1 Albia.
Rufus was actually one of those norns that were born on accident. The hand was not paying attention to his egg, which has happened many times before. He poped out of his dark green egg with a smile on his face. He was born in the cellar, between the shower and the still. The first thing he saw was a green cup. "Oh no you don't" the hand thought. The hand didn't want the first experience for rufus was to be drunk. "Hand" the hand said. "dat" Rufus replied. "Hand" said a familiar voice.
It was Marice, Rufus' mother. "norn" said the hand. "goo" said Rufus. "norn" replied Marice. Rufus eventualy learned hand and norn. Food was next. The hand brought a jar of honey. Rufus learned food and ate a bit. Then the hand led his father, Nelson, to Rufus. Finally at ten minutes Rufus was exported. The hand later learned that he had taught his parents "doo" instead of "push".