I have Chopper Man. Written by Sarras and some kids (Ed, Callim, and Xynar).
Once upon a time, there was a Chopper man preparing his blades. He had to go chop up some Nuians. The man's name was Ordion.
He went out with this dagger to attack the Nuians. They were nasty critters that ate his crops. They burrowed into the dirt with long, sharp little claws. If he didn't deal with the Nuians, he wouldn't have enough stock to survive Novari.
Ordion travelled across the ruined fields toward where he believed to be the source of the Nuians. Just behind a rise in the landscape there was some movement. Holding his dagger at the ready, Ordion slowly walked up the rise, prepared to defend himself if a Nuian leaped at him.
Coming to the top of the rise, Ordion raised his dagger. Just as his dagger was poised to strike, before him a small and bony Nuian crawled, rolling on the ground in agony. Beyond the sickly Nuian, there were more, each of them reaching out toward Ordion as if pleading for mercy.
Ordion lowered his dagger and bent down to help the poor little Nuian, but just then, the nearest sneared and leaped at his neck!
It seemed that the Nuians had plotted a trap for Ordion. But as the creature leaped for him, he spun and slashed at it, sending it limping and whimpering away with its spindly tail tucked between its legs. The others rose to their feet and began chattering, their beady eyes fixed on him as they came closer as one.
Hand trembling slightly as he held out his blade, Ordion looked over the many Nuians to count their numbers. It seemed as if a whole tribe of them were coming after him. He backed away very slowly, wishing he had a longer blade than his dagger. He knew, however that he had to face the Nuians or face starvation.
At that moment, Ordion's Chopper instinct released power through his veins. He jolted as his muscles and bones grew to unnatural size, his skin stretched over sinew and vein. His size doubled, his hair set ablaze with fury, and his eyes glared with powerful magic.
Ordion tossed back his head with a laugh. "Puny Nuians," he cried. "I shall squish you all to
death!"
The Nuians cried in terror as they began to
flee!
Ordion stormed through the field, crushing and slashing whatever Nuians he could get his hands on. They ran off into the distance whimpering, and he stood at the top of the hill, raising his dagger over his head in triumph.
The danger having ran away, Ordion slowly returned to his normal size. Dagger still in hand, he looked over the field and the Nuians lying limp upon it. He searched for signs of crops, still growing, that might provide food for him during the coming cold.
At first Ordion's search was fruitless, until he searched the ground beneath the Nuian corpses. Their blood had seeped through the earth, and from the blood of each slain Nuian sprung fast-growing sprouts. It was almost supernatural...
Ordion smiled, pleased with his crops. He walked up the hill to his house, where, little did he know, the Nuians were waiting. Just as he opened the door, he was beset upon by hundreds of Nuians. They bit and bit until Ordion was naught but a ghost.
However, Ordion had been exposed to the Nuian blood. To the dismay of the critters, their stomachs burst open, releasing Ordion's flesh. The ghost of the Chopper picked up each piece and painstakingly put himself back together.
