Spruce Goose
Jack
Australia
The low howling bellow of the wind lightly ruffled his white down, as he strolled down a wide, unkept path. The remnants of rainfall pooled on the path's un-even, paved surface, reflecting the dazzling light of the moon and a thousand stars. The trees in this park loomed overhead, omniscient and dark. This place would be filled with people during the day, but now, on this cold July night, Mr Goose was alone amongst the pulsating darkness.

A feint rustling sound coming from a bush up ahead of him tickled him to attention. A sudden chill ran down his strong goosey spine, and his feathers stood on end, as he came to an immediate halt. His dark mysterious eyes, sparkling in the light of the moon, oscillated between unseen entities in the evanescence. Still questioning the source of the questionable sound he heard, mr goose cautiously paced forward, toward it's origin.

He never was seen again... until now.
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The low howling bellow of the wind lightly ruffled his white down, as he strolled down a wide, unkept path. The remnants of rainfall pooled on the path's un-even, paved surface, reflecting the dazzling light of the moon and a thousand stars. The trees in this park loomed overhead, omniscient and dark. This place would be filled with people during the day, but now, on this cold July night, Mr Goose was alone amongst the pulsating darkness.

A feint rustling sound coming from a bush up ahead of him tickled him to attention. A sudden chill ran down his strong goosey spine, and his feathers stood on end, as he came to an immediate halt. His dark mysterious eyes, sparkling in the light of the moon, oscillated between unseen entities in the evanescence. Still questioning the source of the questionable sound he heard, mr goose cautiously paced forward, toward it's origin.

He never was seen again... until now.
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Cordless_Nord 24 Nov, 2025 @ 4:38am 
Twas the month before the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a GOOSE was stirring, not even a honk.
My boomstick was hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that a Goose soon would be there;
For Chistmas this year I shall cook Goosegooseing,
a goose, in a goose, stuffed in a larger goose.
When out on the lawn there arose a clatter,
beneath my whimpers, I heard it — a distant honk.
My hunger, my hunger! It must end,
either with a goose on a goose on a fork;
Or my heart in a ditch, clain in twain by a spork.
Yes, even on a date technically closer to Halloween than Christmas.
Honk honk Mr. Goose.
Honk honk....
I'm coming.
Cordless_Nord 12 Jul, 2024 @ 3:48am 
The birth day of a goose, the death of innocent. Striving for normalcy after the events between 2016-2020, my days follow a routine: awakening to kiss my WIFE, working at the pollution factory, returning home to kiss my WIFE, then losing myself in NUX until sleep claims me (WIFE beside). In dreams, a goose with razor-sharp teeth, a voice and an unyielding yearning. Despite this peace, I felt alive in those years. I YEARN for the WILD GOOSE CHASE, NUX soothes but lacks the existential DREAD provided by a GOOSE. I've resolved to break free from my NUX-induced coma, to REBIRTH today. Henceforth, let this not be celebrated as GOOSE advent! NAY! Let it be remembered as the day I, the Master of NUX, stared down the throat of the GOOSE and yelled, "YOU MAY DECEIVE IN TRADES, BUT YOU WILL NEVER CAGE MY YEARNING!". And perchance, in that moment, I will hear my voice echo from the beast's depths, signalling the hunt's return..Happy Birthday Goose. We now share the same birthday. Isn't that fun?
Zeb Kerblaster 3 Jan, 2022 @ 8:02am 
A tribute :SBchicken:
Cordless_Nord 29 Dec, 2020 @ 6:11am 
THREE years and a day has passed, and my life has not been the same since... AS SOON as my comment was posted on the 28th of Dec 2017 my social security and bank account were wiped and my house reclaimed by the bank (this was because I was years behind on mortgage payments). The Goose wanted me dead, so I decided my only option was to run away, to live a life off the grid. So I ran, I worked on stations in the outback, fought the McLoy boys hand to hand and found a new NUX between the sunsets and the stars. Then I got bored and came back (that was earlier today) and started to play NUX again. But don't let that scare ya, the Goose is but a legend of the steam. Or is he? I'll never tell, but if you find me dead you'll know the truth, especially if in my neck you find his tooth (or the McLoy boys estranged son came back and finished me off). Have a joyful Christmas season Goose and may your New Years wishes not involve my throat, and your sharp teeth locked in an eternal battle of love.
text chat is disabled 4 Apr, 2020 @ 4:47am 
signed by nolzy <3
Cordless_Nord 27 Dec, 2017 @ 11:43am 
Where do I even start. :warplate2: This GOOSE has built a diabolic cult following through his claim to fame review of Chicken Farm 2k17, a review that in my eyes never should have been written; a review that naturally praises the fantastic Chicken Farm game but also subconciously tricks the readers into joining his forum of terror through: hacking, thieving, LYING and loving. Chicken Farm 2k17 is a game that has captured my childhood memories and embodied them into a game and Mr.Twasagoose is the very antithesis of this dream of a game :steamsad: . I just needed to get this out there and post this review of Goose himself so that his cult followers have a chance of redemption. I fear for my life on a daily basis, and one day these reviwes will stop; and that day you know the Goose has struck a decisive blowagainst my very head. I hope your New Year wishes come true, and a merry continuation of the jolly season.