Okay, I've been sitting on my ass gaming for quite some time now. We decided that we wanted some hardcore adventure. We thought a long journey-ish campaign would suit us well.
We decided that my parents would drop us off at the Flea Market (it was about closing time) and we'd walk all the way home.
And thus the adventure starts at the Flea Market...
The first thing that we noticed in the market, was a Poke'mon/UGO card dispenser. Naturally, we thought we'd try our luck with the Poke'mon cards...
Apparently, our luck was ass, because out popped a Grimer... lord...
Hyper Shadow (right) and I (left in the orange britches) gaze downt he isles at the dingus-y displays and such.
Hyper Shadow and I check out the killer deals. I swear, that crap is so cheap. How about 50 AAs for $1 or $2? How about a BB gun for $2? Yes, we certainly had to check that out.
Examing come cheap-O airsoft ammo.
BEHOLD! The fabulous $2 BB guns!
I'm screwing around with some sort of wooden, snake-like apparatus, and I don't have a clue what HS is doing...
Ah, what would a flea market be without the illegal imports of warezed Nintendo games from Hong Kong? Arce peers over Hyper Shadow's shoulder as he plays some warezed Mario Bros.
OH OH! Lookie, an N64 controller with tons of NES games on it? Notice there is no Nintendo seal or logo or anything... damn warezers....
Mmmm... step right up for some freshly roasted nuts from "the nut shack."
HS and I are checking out some cheap books. Folks, that's why we don't use a flash when there's sunlight all around you...
OMG! More roasted nuts! Only with coffee on the side this time! Oh GLORY!
I snapped a picture of some really odd looking booth that sold antique Chinese art or something. Just shows the randomness you can find at your local dingus market.
We're advancing upon the ungodly, overly-expensive gaming booth.
Arce took a picture into the display case at the green N64 and the Dreamcast beside it. $70 for a Dreamcast? Anybody? Anybody? Of course not, it's $25 at Rhino...
Oooh, and I'm in the reflection...
Ravaging through the NES games to perhaps find a good bargain... of course -- I didn't.
Arce is kinda chilling over by them there U G O cawds.
This picture is really random -- allow me to describe. This was a booth selling all sorts of things ranging from sexual stimulants to PMS pills and all sorts of crap. Naturally, I had to snap a shot in a way that wouldn't attract attention, it'd be really awkward to get caught taking pictures of junk like that... Oh, what you can find at the flea market...
Random shot that I took of a female purse. Notice that nice flag on it...man, you know you're in the south there...
Arce wields a mace (level 5) in front of the random weapons table. There's all sort of swords, daggers, bows, arrows, and other crap there.
Just wanted to show some more randomness off. See the wierd ornaments on the ceiling for sale.
Hyper Shadow and Arce are standing in front of some really fancy Chinese or Japanese ornamental fountain type thingies...
Arce is examining another booth of dingusy daggers and weapons.
Don't ask... Arce took that shot...
We felt out of line being amongst the hillbillies without the proper dingus attire. We backtracked back to the ungodly cheap goods and bought some Dingus hats.
I've got the backpack on the left and HS is on the right. We're exitting the flea market and are starting the long journey home. 
Another Arce picture, don't even ask. Maybe he thinks he's James Bond?
Looking down at all of the goods we purchased from the flea market. 3 Dingus hats, a grimer, and HS haggled for the Sonic doll.
Dear, sweet Jesus. Maybe Arce got carried away with the hat or something, but for awhile he was convinced that he was a real dingus. He stuck wheat between his teeth, but he didn't realize that he punctured his gum in the process. You can barely make out the blood trickling down this teeth... 
As we progress onward, we stumbled upon a farmer selling watermelons for $4 on the side of the road. As we were weary and tired from the journey, we bought one from the good man. HS helps choose the right melon.
Arce assures us that his choice of melon is quite respectable and we continue on.
After another hour or so of walking (I had to lug that damn melon the whole time, my back is still hurting), we decide to stop in the parking lot of some pharmacy for our melon. I'm cutting it with our only utinsel, the dingus knife.
We dish out the juicy sections of dingus-melon and begin wolfing it down.
The three of us managed to wolf down the 20+ lb melon in a matter of minutes. 
Arce shows his pride by... laying in the melon.
Behold the endless lands through which we traveled...
Arce and HS are entering Brunos after many hours of walking.
HS and I enjoy our lunch outside on the Brunos bench. On the menu was chicken noodle soup and turkey burgers...
Hyper Shadow and I arrive at staples after even more walking.
Walking... and walking... and walking... and... OH LOOK! We arrive at Home Depot! Notice the large 2-story shed in the background, that's where the next picture takes place...
Hyper Shadow and I collapse of exhaustion in the ghetto, display shed outside. When Arce took the picture, he through his hat. Looks like it's balancing on Peter's genitals, but it's really in mid-air.
Several more hours of walking and we arrived at Arce's school. We ate our desert: Mini-wheats (mini-britches) and crushed pineapple. Oh GLORY!
I decided to scale the basketball goal out of joy that the journey was finally coming to an end.
Arce is all up in my grill right as I'm about to jump off. (the thing felt like it was going to break, I almost crapped my pants).
And Hyper Shadow hops up to the net with his mad jumping skills.
