Jandars tale??

               I have thought of many different outcomes over the week, but I still do not know the correct way to go about this. First I had been chased by the uh…. “things” then Shane had not come over for dinner, and to top it all off Barbra has stopped talking to me. How did it come to this; me sitting in the corner of the throne room weeping? For Ungo’s sake why am I weeping? I should just think back to when this day had been a normal, well normal for me anyways, day. It was just a regular ughsday; I had picked up my club from the local bluntery, and I had needed to find my seedling before their school got out.

                “Mighty fine day to get your club shaped back to form isn’t it Jandar?” Somi asked rapidly as I walked out of the bluntery with my club on my back.

                I have no clue what I began writing here, though I find it kind of interesting. I might continue this story further to see how this, (race undecided), Jandar will go from what he might call a normal day to a not so great day.  I am still trying to come up with how everything will fit together within this story. I do not know if I should add more details or just clarify later on where they are or what is happening in the world around them.  

                This is the unnamed story of Jandar. Come back Saturday for an update on the story, to maybe find out who this Jandar is or Whatever a seedling is.