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[Argonnek]

You look upon the jumper and decide that it must not be, and speak unto the universe:
"Stop."
All sound has ceased. The jumper looks about to leap into the air, but is frozen. Small raindrops lie suspended in the air, and you see their milky white color. As you stride toward your prey, you notice that your footsteps are the only audible thing. All else is silent, and still as the grave.
You observe the jumper. It is rabbit-like in appearance, covered in fur with two long and powerful legs, but has no ears or puffy tail. The forepaws are not paws at all, but instead human hands.
You consider many options for containing it, but there are problems you must overcome. If it has enough leg strength to propel itself so quickly, a cage will cause it to break its own neck, and a chain will likely rip off the limb it's attached to. Then you get an idea.
You tip it over, so that its legs face the sky, and build a very tall cage (the creature is about nine feet tall when fully erect, you estimate) around it.

You speak unto the universe:
"Continue," and it does.

The creature shoots its legs out, causing a whoosh of air around its feet. It flops over backwards and rolls onto its feet. It looks about to jump, but it realizes that there is a ceiling. It rests on its haunches and looks at you.
"Whaddaya want?"

[Fniff]

It seems to symbolize a goal, such as your memories. Ask it to give your memories back.

[AntiAntiMatter]

Ask it what it is and get all the info you can from it.

[Urist McCheeseMaker]

He is "something great" and/or "something tall". We are on a great plan, and if capturing it was a trial, it was rather small. Also, huge rabbit-creatures with human hands? That IS a tall tale. We'll get a short answer. Let's make it worth it.

.. Also, there's probably something tiny around. Look for the tiny for a moment, it may be easy to find.

[Argonnek]

You decide to ask the obvious question.
"What are you?"
"A Rabbah."
It gives you a bored look. It is obviously a very impatient creature.
"What the hell is a 'rabbah?'"
"Yor lookin at un."
This is getting you nowhere.
"Where did you come from?"
It looks around and spreads its arms.
"Here."


Sorry for the short post, I had a dentist's appointment today. I spent an hour under their drills and am not feeling too hot because of it.

[AntiAntiMatter]

Ask it why it is here, if it knows anything about the area, what a rabbah is, where your memories are, and anything else that pops into your head.

[quip]

Shout purple.

[Argonnek]

"What do you know about 'here'?"
"It's got grass an' hills."
"What else?"
"It's got this here fancy cage now."
He's obviously not given his home much thought.
"Where are my memories?"
He shrugs his shoulders.
"Are there any more rabbahs around?"
"Maybe. I dunno. Could be hunerds of us. Or not. I dunno."
"How often do you really think about things?"
"Why would I?"
This is pointless.
"Why do you jump?"
"T'Catch the clouds."
"Why?"
He shrugs his shoulders again.
"What do you mean you don't know? There has to be a reason!"
"Eh? Says who?"
You resist the urge to say 'I, the god of this universe.'

[quip]

Make the clouds at ground level.

[AntiAntiMatter]

Stop resisting urge to say "I, god of this universe." You are all powerful and answer to none.

[mcclay]

let this thread live

[Argonnek]

let this thread live

So long as there are suggestions, and I still live, this thread will march on. I just had a lot of stuff on my plate for the weekend.


You raise one hand and gather clouds around it.
The rabbah's eyes flew open, and he flies toward you with arms outstretched. You blink four feet to the side, and he bashes his shoulders against the bars of his cage. He reels for a moment, then reaches desperately for the clouds.
"I need to get them..." He whispers.
"Why?"
"B'cuz I need iiit..." His eyes are glazed over. Something about the clouds cues a primal response in him.
You dissipate the clouds, and he lowers his arms.
"You c'n make clouds?" He asks in absolute wonder.
"Yes, now tell me why you need them."
Instead of an answer, he lets out an ear piercing screech that travels across the land into the infinite distance. Before you can form your question, you are surrounded by rabbahs. They all have dark fur and rabbit-like features, but each is an individual, which is evident by the markings on each one's chest. You prepare yourself to annihilate all of them, but they aren't looking at you. They are looking at the caged one.
The apparent leader of the pack makes some strange, gibbering noises, and the caged one responds in kind. You have no real interest in what they're conversing about, but they get into what sounds like a heated argument when the leader speaks in clear English.
"Are you the cloudmaker?"

[Fniff]

"Let me guess, your ancient ancestors said that there was a guy named the cloud maker who would do some magical stuff and then boot off?" I love you, tv tropes.

[AntiAntiMatter]

Yup.

[Argonnek]

TVtropes will not save you. It will damn you. It fills you with expectations, anticipation, hope. However, I have read it as well. The author is the ultimate authority within a story, just as John is the god of his dreams. Your expectations will be dashed, anticipation annihilated, hope destroyed. Not in the obvious "do the opposite" way, either. No, I shall take the trope, manipulate it, abuse it, and twist it into a form that is truly creative. No, you are not their god, their savior, or their hero. You are... Well, you'll see.


You opt to create a cloud around yourself.
"Yes, I am-"
You are forced to blink away, and watch with slight amusement at the spectacle of the rabbahs ramming into one another as they converge on what was once your location.
"GET HIM! HE THREATENS OUR TRADITIONS!"
"Eh? Aren't I a god for creating clouds?"
"DO NOT DEVALUE THE SACRED CLOUD!" They all scream in unison. They are standing now, but aren't jumping. The leader crouches, then he's gone. He reappears after he puts a large gash in your side with his teeth.
Having had quite enough of this, you make his head explode. The bits of skull and brain fly like macabre confetti, but that doesn't stop them. They all try to attack you at once, all but one. When the attackers are all equally dead, the last one emits another screech, but this one is more than eight times louder, so you rip out his vocal chords and hang him from the top of the cage by them.
The screech, of course, was heard for miles. Still, no aid came for the fallen.
"Must have been a warning," you say to no one in particular. You grow a tree out of the ground, mutilate the bodies of the rabbahs, and hang the remnants like morbid decorations as a warning to others.
You admire your work for a moment, then start walking toward the distant hills again.

The journey took only a minute, but you are now standing on the shores of an ocean. It is a brownish color, and the smell of it suggests that it is filled with chocolate. Milk chocolate, specifically. You feel you might wake up soon.