Your name is Johnson Darson, preferably just John for convenient purposes. Now, you have a traditional life as an animator who works whenever you get a call from a business. But today you were on vacation, and not in the likeliest of places. In fact, you were in the musky swamp, filled with many creatures, including ogres, dragons, werewolves, you name it. And it happened you had an ogre you were spending vacation with, your old pal Gorg. Not entirely sure how you met, but you remember him and you being stuck in a bandit camp, and him farting. After that, it was all a blur, the stench you figured knocked you out. But you figured Gorg helped you out, and you're friends now. But then again, maybe you think he thinks you owe him one. Well, you vacationing in his hut, which is actually bigger then what one would figure, and that was to be a fun week. You arrive at his door a short time after tracking through the swamp. You knock on his door about two times before he opens. Gorg was in a loincloth colored green and brown, which barely covered his large posterior. He snorted, yawned, scratched his large butt, then belched rather loudly in your face. The hot breath always reminded you of rotten eggs with burnt meat.
"Whew! Hello to you too." you groan, fanning your face.
"Hey." Gorg grunted, scratching his over sized belly.
"I'm here for my vacation." You say holding up some clothing you brought.
Gorg took the briefcase, grunted again, and then placed it near his backside before letting a large boom that sounded like a bomb come out. The smell hit you, and you gaged and groaned. After he farted, he gave you back you clothing, which now smelt the same as his breath.
"You're welcome!" Gorg laughed, seeing your disgusted face.
With that you enter his cabin, which is large; it came complete with a kitchen, living room, bedroom,and a bathroom of sorts. It was just a giant natural hole in the ground that Gorg used for bowel movements, and the smell from there was even worse. Of course, it was now your bathroom, so its not exactly a choice. But the good news is Gorg had two beds, and you got one of them. They were ogre sized, much bigger then you, but the more bed the more sleep is what you always said.
"Well what first?" Gorg asked yawning.
It was what you wanted to do first. There was plenty to do, including meet the ogres friends, a good old scavenger hunt, but then again you could always sleep. It had been a long day.
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