Thank God evil is stupid, or we'd have no hope at all! - "Anonymous."

When I was in the Swiss Alps on my scooter (Ciao!), I saw the tails of cows most evil, sending intercontinental transmissions regarding my precise location. Goody's evil has gone worldwide. There is no escaping his evercreeping reach.

Nay, for there are no Amish in Europe. Just as you cannot return to Constantinople, for now it is Istanbul; yea, even as, Old Europe is alive only in America. And there also is our hope.

I am home. The team is again united. Through treason, brutality, and Mike's horrific death in the back of my car, hope springs eternal.

Viva la Revolution!
posted by Sarie at 10:19 PM

A soft breeze blows on the air, and a gentle fragrance of summer stirs yet again. The water was like a glass surface calm and untouched. Life as it seemed was returning to normal. However, normal it was not. It was like a calm before the storm. An ever watchful shadow lingers behind the rocks, bushes and trees. The shadow of HIM.

With Sarah half way across the world in the land of Europe, the union seems somewhat divided, and Goody patiently awaits for his time to strike. One can only hope that Sarah will find more to unite with us and against his cause.

Meanwhile, after April's somewhat unfortunate forthcoming, the search for the True "A" in the union of S.A.M against Sam Goody has been found. Her name, Angela, which means "Angelic" The Name April, is Latin meaning "Opening or Beginning" We should have seen it before. Just by her name we can tell that she was united with the Evil Sam Goody, and his plan to change the world. A new beginning, or Opening the world to evil one might say. The name Michael means "Like god" and the name Sarah means "Lady Princess" These three names are almost divine, as if The Lady Princess, the Angel, and he who is like god came together to save the world from the new beginnings of evil. It sounds almost biblical wouldn't you say?

Also, Goody has made yet another strike against us. It was a rather small attack, but to the trained eye of one of his leading oppositionists, it was clearly his work. It happened about a week ago. A friend of mine, Doug, and I spent some time in Fowler's Woods, One place I was sure we would be safe from his treachery. Though with our talking, Agents of the dark lord must have over heard us talking about seeing a movie. A legion of Spiders(Im guessing it was the work of spiders) quickly traveled and made contact with Goody himself. Though, when I come to think of it, there was a snake that we had seen on the walk. It was just a tiny snake, but one can never tell what they are capable of. I'm not even sure if snakes are on Goody's side. I tend to believe that snakes are neither on Goody's side, nor ours. They are completely neutral. But anyway... it was probably spiders.

Doug and I were distracted from the time, probably the work of Goody, and we were then running late for the movie. However, when he realized that we were still determined to catch the film, agents of his dark power cut the electric from the theater. They had to make it look like an accident, and something that could be repaired quickly. When we got to the theater, they told us the movie was on a delay, making us believe that things were working out well. However, the spiders frayed the wires to a point where they couldn't be repaired in time. It had to have been spiders or Asians... because I know for a fact that I didn't see any cows in the area. Cows would be much to conspicuous in Ashland anyway

posted by Michael at 3:01 PM

The Saga of Sam Goody.

An seemingly ordinary day spent quite ordinarily by seemingly ordinary people. The sky was bright and the sun was shining. The world was green and good. There were no signs, here, of the evil which men occasionally whispered in more urban parts of the world, when, loosened by the coils of drink, they began to mutter under their breaths of encroaching darkness. Here, children still played and sucked suckies, and were careless and free. They gotteth down to Fleetwood Mac and dreamed dreams of cave trolls and of journeys into the city.

But this day was no ordinary day. This day dark clouds would let loose. This day, three seemingly ordinary children would transform into the extraordinary. This day, the fate of the world hung suspended taut as the string of the cello, tension undulating. Heroes would be born on this day. Old alliances awoken; new alliances forged. This day was of the days that men recall to their awestruck grandchildren by fireside. This day was of the days when young worlds become wizened and old.

Dawn rose on that morn, as dawn had always risen. Our heroes had made plans for their first real trip to the Great City. They were to visit the market there to purchase a small disc of great value. Excitement and spirits were high, though, it was dreadfully early when our heroes set out.

The trip was quickly complicated. Long and well-traveled roads were mysteriously barred; detours were the order of the day. It was the cause of no great concern. This was an adventure, after all, and who knew to what destination a detour could lead? What foes might there be to grapple with? What treasures might there be lying in wait for discovery? Excitement and spirits were less than soaring though when the trio realized that it would require several mile’s backtracking before the proper path could be reached. But the mission was yet young, and they would see far more horrible sights that day.

They entered upon the proper path, and there was cause for much celebration. But the celebration was marred by young Michael’s sighting of a rather Sad Semi. The Semi had been stopped by an officer of the law. April speculated that the Semi was evil. But the others weren’t so sure. There was something compelling in that Sad Semi’s frown; something urgent that could not be denied.

The trip quickly picked up speed, and the trio arrived at their destination without further delay. There was much rejoicing. And the children were awed by the Great City’s Giant Market. They had never seen a Market as such. And they rushed to enter into it. But it was only a brief moment before their bliss was disturbed. A young child – an almost mechanical looking child – shuffled by.

“She was staring at me” said Mike.

“She probably had cameras in her eyes!” said Sarah.

But the incident was quickly forgotten. With so many shops to explore, even the strangest happennings are hard to keep at the forefront of the memory. The children did not know how closely they had brushed danger.
They did not know the cruel fate they had mysteriously managed to avoid. They did not know that even now, they were as little lambs before the slaughter.

The small disc was on everyone’s mind. And the children made quick work of navigating the market in order to locate the proper shop. “Sam Goody,” read the sign above the door. The children entered. In their naïve, childlike way, they began picking up small discs. They made use of the complimentary devises built into the store for the purpose of listening; innocently they listened to Sam Goody’s discs. But search as they might, they could not locate the proper disc. They were distraught; but there was still hope that the trip was not for naught. Perhaps this disc was so special that the clerk did not dare to leave it where the general public could manhandle it. The clerk was found and inquired of.

The clerk consulted his divining device. “The disc you seek is not here, children, but we can arrange for it to be brought. Tuesday, it is, it shall arrive,” he said hypnotically, searching each child’s eyes as he spoke. Poison seemed to glaze his teeth and gather around his lips as he slithered out the last sentence, “Shall I order it for you?”

The children were struck. The temptation pierced unto their very souls. But these children were of strong breed and stock. They had been well-raised. And, in a manner which shocked the clerk, whose own soul had long ago been swallowed up, they forced out the answer “No.”

“What did you say?” the clerk sputtered, aghast.

“No. We won’t be here Tuesday. We have traveled far. We shall seek our disc elsewhere.”

“Wait! Wait! I can order it special delivery for you!” shouted the clerk as the children exited the store. He was desperate; as a man hunted. A servant who knew he had not served his master well; who knew the consequence of failure.

Evil had been averted, thus far. But even strong souls, of the sort of our brave heroes, could not resist the constant temptation forever. Evil had not counted on such strength and endurance. But adaptation is the mark of the cunning reptile; so Evil retreated back and made plot to strike again.

Here ends Book 1 of the Sam Goody Saga.
posted by Sarie at 1:02 PM

For this cause the Sad Semi gave them up unto their vile affections: for even their women did change the natural purchasing process into that which is against nature. And likewise also the men, leaving their natural lust toward paying for cd's which are actually in the store, burned in lust towards products which would not arrive until Tuesday, men paying with credit cards, working that which is unseemly, and receiving in themselves the recompence of their error which was meet. And even as they did not like to retain the Sad Semi in their knowledge, the Sad Semi gave them over to a reprobate mind, to do those things which are not convenient; Being filled with all unrighteousness, prepaying, wickedness, covetousness, maliciousness; full of envy, murder, debate, deceit, malignity; whisperers, backbiters, haters of the Sad semi, despiteful toward Amish, proud, boasters, inventors of unnatural purchasing norms, disobedient to parents. Without understanding, purchasing norm breakers, without natural affection, implacable, unmerciful: who knowing the judgment of the Sad Semi, that they which commit such things are worthy of death, not only do the same, but have pleasure in them that do them.
posted by Sarie at 12:13 PM

And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend; legend became myth. And for two and a half months The goody bloging passed out of all knowledge. Until, when chance came, a new entry was made.Darkness crept back in the forest of the world. Rumour grew of a shadow in Polaris, whispers of a nameless fear. GOODY HAD RETURNED!
It was more important then, that a union should be reformed. A new union, one without flaws, one with stronger power. A new power to rise up and defeat Goody, or at least, to fight for freedom and peace. Goody's shadow will not strech across all planes of this earth... not while we have strength left to fight
posted by Michael at 9:02 PM

EVERYONE... Tomorrow is Halloween,
Be careful if you go out and see people in costumes. Halloween is the perfect time for Goody to come out and do his dirty work. In disguise, no one would recognize him. Though keep your eyes open for odd things like, People dressed as horses, cows, spiders, Asian's and even happy men with hallows above their heads. These are all followers of Goody. Also, devils are Goody's operatives as well.

posted by Michael at 5:14 PM

Lalalala liar!

Satan's a liar!

Sam Goody says shipment will be in on Tuesday! But we know better! Sam Goody always lies! YOUR PRODUCTS ARE NEVER COMING! We know, we know!
posted by Sarie at 10:07 PM

My Amish friends will have nothing to do with your nasty pole, SINNER. Though, Pearl Jam may be writing a song about it soon. And who shall distribute the song? SAM GOODY, that's who. Evil, evil, evil.
posted by Sarie at 9:59 PM

I hacked my way free from April's bush with a machete. Let me tell you, friends, the going was rough. Turns out, it wasn't really a bush at all. But rather a pole, with some foliage grown up around it. Woo! Was I ever relieved. If my friends thought I was hanging out in the bushes, boy, wouldn't they ever be upset?
posted by Sarie at 9:48 PM

Help, I'm stuck in April's bush! THE END IS NEAR!
posted by Sarie at 9:38 PM

Verily, I tell you, brethren, Sam Goody's evil knoweth no end.

He prowleth about like a lion, seeking whom he may devour. He hath infested the house of Hammond with spiders. He hath sent spies forth from his dairy; His circus overfloweth with clown.

Sheathe thyself in the True Goodness, brethren! Be ye not deceived by mere Goodyness!
posted by Sarie at 6:25 PM