1. In the Beginning, There was Stone

This story beginning any place you’d like to imagine, but I’d recommend a nice little village, they’re always nice. The life of the villagers was pretty much the norm; farming, bit of music, a festival or two and the occasional cyclone. That was until the rock monster, who’s origin is, was and always will be a mystery, even to me.

The rock monster wanted to make friends and try to live life like other regular human beings, but whilst his humanoid and rather short-looking figure wouldn’t put many people off, the fact he was made of rocks seemed to throw the townspeople quite a bit. To say the least.

Of course the villagers being the “villagers” that one you normally stereotype to as being villagers acted how most other stories with monsters and villages. They banished him from their small village. I bet that was the most unexpected thing to have ever happened, but the village already recently had a cyclone, so nothing interesting is going to happen. anyway the saddened rock monster left and wandered south. And then, it rained.

2. Caving: Like Mountaineering, Only in a Cave.

To prevent himself from water erosion, a common problem with rock monsters, the rock monster hid away in a large cove he found just lying around out there. He sat in thought while watching the rain, and slowly fell off to sleep.

the next morning the rock monster decided to hang out with some of the stalagmites and stalactites in the cave. They were a pretty nice bunch of rocks but there was just no real communication between them. soon he went to explore the cave and hang out with a whole bunch of different rocks and rock formations, however the same story remained.

They were all silent, they’re body language was friendly and inviting, but they just couldn’t communicate. Poor guy, I mean even if I were a stalagmite I’d make some attempt to communicate with him. I’d say something along the lines of “Yo! Raw-Kay, was-sup bro?” or any other variant means of greeting, possibly even “G’day mate hows it going?” but that’s personal choice.

After a week or so, the rock monster decided it was time to move on, so he went out and travelled west for 2 days, and all he received from the journey, was a cold. On the Third Day he arrived at a decently sized lake.