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                          Paper Mario: The Thousand-Year Door
                                 The Tales of Lumpy
                                   Complete Story
                                For the Nintedo GameCube
                              Skye7707 aKa Devon Kerkhove
    
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                                     Table of Contents
    
    01. Introduction
    02. Legal Disclaimer
    03. Lumpy's Tales
    04. Credits
    
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        01. Introduction
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    Hello and welcome to my "Lumpy's Tales guide", maybe you read
    "The Tales of Grifty" by Ivix. This guide is similar to it.
    In the harbor of Rogueport is a green mouse-like man standing near the
    "boat-transformation" spot. His name is Lumpy and tells you the story on how
    he hunted for oil to keep his village from shivering. There are 7 chapters in
    exciting adventure for "black gold". In his quest he also encounters people
    Mario had helped or had spoken to.I hope you like it the same as Grifty's
    stories.
    
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        02. Legal Disclaimer
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    You can mail me at:
    
    skye7707     @    gmail   .    com
    
    This may be not be reproduced under any circumstances except for personal,
    private use. It may not be placed on any web site or otherwise distributed
    publicly without advance written permission. Use of this guide on any other
    web site or as a part of any public display is strictly prohibited, and a
    violation of copyright.
    Copyright (c) 2005 Devon Kerkhove
    All rights reserved.
    
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        03. Lumpy's Tales
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    Part 1 The Night Before
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    I'm finally off tomorrow! I've filled my pack with cheese, and I'm ready to 
    go! my to-do list is crossed off. I owe so much to all of my investors... 
    Not just money! The old get-rich-quick dream...but this is different. 
    I have a reason... See, I owe it to my hometown. It's so cold there, people 
    are constantly shivering. If I find oil and send it there, then people can 
    use it to heat their homes Oil will make me rich and them happy. It seems to 
    be the perfect goal, right? I have always, always... had this dream, since I 
    was very small. Of course, getting rich is a big part of it, too, but who 
    doesn't want money? Money! Money! Cover me with it, please! Hahhhhhhhhhhh... 
    Well, enough for tonight...
    
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    Part 2 The Buzzar Fiend
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    Why did it have to turn out like this? I got to Toad Town by boat, then took a
    train to the foot of Mt. Rugged. Unfortunately, you can only get from 
    Mt. Rugged to Dry Dry Desert on foot. And tragedy waited fo me as I slogged 
    faithfully up that winding trail... It was a huge, awful vulture! I had read 
    about it in my travel brochures! This Buzzar accosted all travelers on 
    Mt. Rugged! I hightailed it, but Buzzar had me in its sights I felt a piercing
    jolt as its claws dug deep into my backpack. After dropping me onto a cliff, 
    Buzzar seemed to forget me and disappear. I let out a sigh of relief, 
    but when I touched my back, I noticed my pack was gone! My pack! In it was all
    my food and money to start the operation! No! That mangy Buzzar made of with
    everything of importance to me! All I have left is this journal, a shovel to 
    dig for oil, and my life... But perhaps living is miracle enough...or so I'd 
    like to believe. But now... I can't turn back. I climbed down the mountain to
    the desert. The Dry Dry Desert sprawls out before me, beckoning dreamers and
    fools... I am both, and I set out with a heart full of dread... 
    
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    Part 3 A Helping Hand
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    I am now in a place called Dry Dry Outpost. Someone pulled me, lifeless and 
    parched, from the merciless desert floor... It was a Koopa with a fine 
    mustache named Kolorado. An angel in a pith helmet... He was a 
    world-traveling adventurer-archaeologist. I told him about Buzzar... And my
    quest for oil... And my dreams of riches and warmth for my people... 
    After I spoke at length he gave me food and water. I asked him why he should
    be so kind, and he looked into the distance and said... "Turning one's back
    on an ambitious dreamer... Invites others to do the same to you, old boy. 
    I just... I just want to believe in every dream this sad old world can 
    muster." This guy, he still chases his own dreams, dusty dreams of 
    archaeology. We stayed up all night discussing each other's dreams. 
    It was great.
    
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    Part 4 A Reliable Guide
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    I am now at a deseert oasis. After Kolorado left, I set out from Dry Dry 
    Outpost to find my digging point. But the desert is so wide... It's 
    impossible to find anything without a guide. I had no idea where I was going,
    and my head was splitting in the heat. My throat was burning and scratchy... 
    Was I awake? Was I asleep? I heard a voice calling to me from far away... 
    "Hey, are you a nice guy? If you're a nice guy, then give me something nice."
    I didn't have the food or water I received from Kolorado. I had nothing. 
    "Why do you lie here? If you are a nice guy, give me a nice thing, and 
    I will help." I croaked: "All I have is... All I have is my dream..." 
    When I next awoke, I was at this oasis. "You're awaka!" I heard! 
    There was a Squeek there in a gray head scarf. "My name is Moustafa. 
    You had nothing to give, but I got something nice anyway!" I don't know how or
    why, but it seems I'd been saved by yet another stranger... 
    "Do you need a guide? If there is somewhere you want to go, I will take you.
    "Unbelievable! I've actually found a reliable guide.
    
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    Part 5 The Digging Point
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    We're here! I'm finally at the spot where I'm supposed to dig for oil! 
    I was told to draw a line from a blue cactus to a cactus-like rock... 
    I went north a precise distance from the exact determination point... 
    I ended up here, at a point between Dry Dry Ruins and the oasis... 
    Moustafa has guided me this far with skill and bravery... He said, 
    "You are a nice guy. Yourdream will come true. Moustafa believes this." 
    He left then, leaving me to fight this battle on my own! All I have to do is 
    dig here until I find oil. That's all... I stocked up on lemons and limes at 
    the oasis, so I should last a few days. I MUST find that oil!
    
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    Part 6 The Long Dig
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    I am digging...for oil now, and... my hand shakes...as I write these... 
    perhaps final... words... I have been digging... from sunup to sundown...but
    ...still... no sign of that sweet crude... Maybe... I've just picked... 
    a dry spot...in this cursed spot...in his cursed desert... But...I'm sure 
    this... is where Merluvlee... told me to dig... Yes...I'm sure of it... 
    There's ... no more... food...or water...and even my hopes...have dwindled...
    to nothing... Ahhh...this is it...my dream... dies here...with me...under 
    these...unforgiving skies... My...dream... My... My...? Wait...no...this is 
    not it...my dream...is of something...else...yes...something else... Dig... 
    Keep...digging... I...must...keep...digging... Arms...move...body...work...
    find...oil...
    
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    Part 7 The Wrap-up
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    I am now on a boat back to dear rogueport. I did it! I finally struck oil in 
    that dry desert! I have left the day-to-day operation to my men in the field,
    and now return home. It all came true... Striking it rich... Finding oil... 
    My dream... But...somewhere along the way, this became more than just my dream
    So many people have helped to make this dream happen. So many... 
    "You had nothing to give, but I got something nice anyway!" Dear Moustafa...
    "I just want to believe in every dream this sad world can muster." Ah, 
    Kolorado... People who lent me money... And gave me food... And showed me the
    way... So many hands reaching out to help me... I must do something for all 
    of them! That feeling has pushed me even harder... I must share this feeling
    with the people who helped me as I struggled! I must share these words that I
    have seared themselves into my heart: Dreams come true.
    
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        04. Credits
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    Thanks to Lumpy himself. Without him, I couldn't have written this text and
    nobody would know how Lumpy Town got their warmth back. Also where Kolorado
    comes from along with Moustafa from the first Paper Mario.
    
    CJayC for posting this guide
    
    You for reading this text, the journal of Lumpy.
    
    Intelligent Systems and Nintendo for one of the best games on the GameCube!
    
    - Devon Kerkhove