The Misfortunes of Ervy (M.O.E.)

Ervy and the Snake

One fine summer day, Ervy was out camping with his friends: Josh, John, James and Jaime, otherwise known as "The Super Jays!". [Yeah, such a lame name {hey, that rhymes!~} but hey, don't look at me like that, I did NOT come up with that name. :D And in case you're wondering why Ervy is included in this group when his name is clearly NOT Jervy, well wonder no more. Ervy's full given name is Jon Ervy!] 

It was nothing special really, just a bunch of guys goofing off in their tents around a campfire.

Normally, Ervy would NEVER go to these kinds of pointless activities, but the scheming, manipulative people he calls his friends somehow managed to "coerce" him. How? I won't mention, because I'm pretty sure you would not want to hear how (or rather read how) his friends...oh wait, never mind.

So Ervy was there, sitting on a corner of the log poking at the fire like the party pooper he was, while his friends roasted marshmallows and hotdogs whilst telling each other crazy tales and horror stories.

"Stupid friends." He muttered under his breath as he watched the embers fly out in the air. 

He would have loved to will the wind into directing the embers into the four guys' stupid faces, but he decided against it. With Mr. Kayaba constantly lurking in every corner, he could not afford to use magic, because he would track him. Besides, Ervy still had not forgiven him for the recent quail incident.

And so, Ervy continued to sulk in the corner. He was bored to tears, but he couldn't find anything better to do.

"Remind me again, why did I come to this stupid camp trip?" Ervy mused.

He contemplated about it for a millisecond. "Oh wait. On second thought, don't do that."

And then, Ervy realized. He was talking to himself. He was so bored that he actually started talking himself. Did the boredom get to his mind and messed with it?

He inspected the campsite for any sign of his friends overhearing, and nope. They were too engaged in conversation, and because of that, he heaved a sigh of relief.

"I think . . . . I think I'm going crazy.' Ervy concluded with a loud, discontented sigh.

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The hours went by and by without the guys even noticing. It was now close to midnight.

None of them even remotely showed any sign of sleepiness, not even the bored Ervy.

The other Jays were too busy laughing their butts off to even care about sleep while Ervy was doing. . . well nothing in particular, but breathing, and yeah. . .

Pretty soon, sounds of cans being opened could be heard in the air. It seems Ervy's buddies decided to pull an all-nighter, complete with beer and everything.

James, the oldest out of the weird bunch, got a hold of a can and offered it to Ervy, to which Ervy politely declined saying, "I'm sorry. I don't really drink beer."

His friends were silent for a moment. Then they shared gazes with each other, and they started laughing.

"Really, dude?"

"Come on, *laugh* man up a lil bit!"

"You're kidding right?"

"Just one shot, man. Take one shot!" Jaime hollered, slapping Ervy's back.

Yeah. Some friends they were.

Poke here and poke there, until the cajoling turned into an all-out game of tag.

Ervy ran for his dear life, as his friends chased him around the campsite, cans and cans and cans of beer in tow. 

John, the shortest yet one of the fastest, cackled maliciously as he slowly closed the gap between Ervy and himself. "Face it Ervy, this is your fate."