Baptism by Poop
The Trial by poop was about to begin, a month earlier the keeper of the holy turd had died and a new one had to be selected, this was done through the trial by poop.
The trial by poop was practically a biathlon, a group of ten candidates was selected, the candidates would have to run a short distance, dive into a 10 meter deep pool filled with feces and urine and search for the holy turd that laid somewhere at the bottom, the one whom found it then would have to bring it to the surface and start running a 3 days long marathon with the holy turd on his shoulder, the winner of this contest would become the keeper of the holy turd.
Noma was standing at the start line with his fellow contestants, he was supremely confident that he would emerge victor of the contest, physically he was the favorite, but did he have what it takes mentally to win the challenge?
The Judge tossed a rock in the air, as soon as it would land the challenge began, starting a fraction of a second too early and you would be disqualified, as soon as the rock hit the ground the challengers began the short sprint to the pool of truth, as expected Noma was there first, but at this stage of the race a few seconds mattered little, he dove head forward into the pool of truth, he made his way towards the bottom of the pool and began searching for the holy turd, others soon joined him, just before Noma was running out of air his hand stumbled into something smooth, it was the holy turd, Noma took it and made his way to the surface, but instead of exiting the pool and beginning to run, knowing that the challengers would see him within seconds, he put the turd between his belly and the side of the pool and pretended to have been surfaced just to get air, within a few seconds all the other challengers surfaced, gasping for some air, no matter how rancid it was and after a few lungful of air they went down again, searching for the holy turd. Noma waited a few more seconds to be certain that all had surfaced, he then pulled himself out of the pool of truth and began running, it took the others several minutes to realize that Noma was gone, but as soon as it they did they began their pursuit.
Noma knew that it was only a matter of time before they would realize he had the Holy Turd, but he was certain that even with the heavy relic on him he could outrun them, he ran for days, his muscles burned and were pumping battery acid, his body begged him to stop, the feces on his skin had hardened and made a shell that prevented him from sweating properly, he had hoped that the feces would wash off after he had swum across some rivers but since he dared not waste time by washing himself so much of his body was still covered with feces.
Noma had almost arrived to the finish, he could see the group of men that he had to reach to win, as he was preparing to engage in the final sprint another contestant jumped in his way from behind a some bushes, “Hand it over Noma!” he was told, “No! I found it and I ran for days, now you want to steal my victory? Honorless coward!” he replied, “Hand it over or die!” the contestant told him while pulling a knife and pointing him toward Noma, “You want it that bad? HERE!” Noma said as he hurled the Heavy lump of Heavenly Poop with all his force toward the Contestant head, the contestant barely managed to pull his arms over his face and avoid certain death, but the Holy Turd still knocked him down and unconscious. Noma took the holy relic from the ground and began sprinting, he had made it, he was now the New Keeper of the Holy Turd.
OCC: my stories are getting really
crappy, i better start depoopify a bit
Orders:
Expand towards the sunset, were the holy land awaits.