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FM licked the first three fingers of his right hand and stroked his eyebrows, smoothing them down. He turned at, white robes with simple gold embroidery down the front swishing around him as he heard the guard approach.
FM was standing in a simple square room, with four braziers, one in each corner, all burning different colours. These weren’t normal flames however, as they did not give off coloured light, and the room remained smokeless, with a white light seeming to emanate from the walls and floor, with no shadows forming. In the middle of the room were two pedestals, about four feet apart. On top of them was a box. In it was FM’s father. FM turned as the guard stopped, bowing.
“Master.” Said Sniper, raising his head, looking into FM’s cold, hard eyes.
“You have your mission? You are ready to leave?”
“Yes Master.”
“Good.” FM turned back to look at the coffin, licking his fingers and rubbings his eyebrows again as he spoke. “This is just the first part my friend. I will have my revenge, I do not know when, but I will/”
“Yes Master.” There was an edge of concern in Snipers voice.
“What is wrong, my friend?”
“I do not know, Master. I think I am worrying with no reason.”
“Ah. You are concerned about the book, yes?” Sniper lowered his eyes. “Do not fear. I will find the book. MY magic grows with each passing month, soon I will have the power needed to find the book. Then, when it is mine, I will have unimaginable power!” FM felt a shiver run up his spine as he closed his eyes, imagining the power he would wield. He looked at Sniper. “You have your orders.”
“Yes Master Meister.”
“Go. Be swift, and do not fail me.” Sniper turned and left the room.
FM turned back to the coffin. As he walked around it, his fingers traced the inscription carved into the stone. He knew them all, word for word, but their feel comforted him. They were instructions on how to travel the underworld.
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Wrath exploded through Meka’s mind. He screamed “No!” in a murderous rage as he leapt off the rock. With both hands he brought the sword up while still in mid-air. When he hit the ground he recoiled, swinging it around from behind in an arc. The sword whistled with its speed. The man had turned as Meka hit the ground. Seeing Meka coming, he brought his own sword up defensively, with lightning speed.
Meka watched as if in a dream as his sword come around. Every ounce of his strength went into trying to make the sword go truer, go faster. Be deadlier. The magic raged with his need. Meka looked from the mans sword, hard into the steel blue eyes. Mekas sword followed the track of his eyes, he heard himself still screaming. The man held his sword straight up, to deflect the blow.
Everything else around the man dissolved in Mekas vision. His anger, the magic, was unleashed like never before. No power on earth could deny him the mans blood.
He finished his arc, the sword coming round at eye height to the side of the mans head. It shattered through the mans sword, and exploded through his chainmail hood, bits of molten twisted metal flying off into the undergrowth. The sword continued its journey, making contact with the mans skull, and continuing through, out the other side of his head.
Bits of bone blood and brain flew up into the air as the early morning air was filled with a cloud of red mist. Steaks of blood covered Meka, dripped down his body, dribbled off his sword as he slowly lowered the point to the ground.
The mans body crumpled slowly to the ground, blood pumping out over the ground, mixing with the puddles already there. Meka could feel the cold mist help cool his body.
“Meka!” Meka awoke, a sheen of sweat over his whole body. “Meka, my brother, are you alright?” asked Grix.
“It was that dream.”
“Again?” Meka nodded in reply.
“Come on, get up, we have to meet the others soon.”
“Who?”
“You know, the others from the village. Dan2K1, Venombyte and Ant.”
“What about er-no, and YH?”
“They said they had something to do. They will meet us later.” Grix helped his brother to sit up.
“Ok, give me a few minutes." Grix nodded and left the room. Meka put his head in his hands as he thought about the dream.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
“Master Meister?” FM looked around.
“Yes?”
“I have some bad news Lord, about Sniper.”
“He hasn’t dies again has he?”
“Yes Lord, he fell off his horse.”
“How did that kill him?”
“Into the moat.”
“He can swim.”
“Yes Lord, but as he tried to climb out, he must have pulled the lever, the one you ordered put in?”
“I vaguely remember.”
“That let the piranhas in.”
“Ah. I should have expected something like this. He has a whole bloody palace to have his accidents in. I put all that sponge about so he wouldn’t hurt himself, and yet he falls into the piranha moat. Amazing. Nevermind, he will be back by now. Tell him to continue with his task. Tell him to be more careful next time.”
FM was standing in a simple square room, with four braziers, one in each corner, all burning different colours. These weren’t normal flames however, as they did not give off coloured light, and the room remained smokeless, with a white light seeming to emanate from the walls and floor, with no shadows forming. In the middle of the room were two pedestals, about four feet apart. On top of them was a box. In it was FM’s father. FM turned as the guard stopped, bowing.
“Master.” Said Sniper, raising his head, looking into FM’s cold, hard eyes.
“You have your mission? You are ready to leave?”
“Yes Master.”
“Good.” FM turned back to look at the coffin, licking his fingers and rubbings his eyebrows again as he spoke. “This is just the first part my friend. I will have my revenge, I do not know when, but I will/”
“Yes Master.” There was an edge of concern in Snipers voice.
“What is wrong, my friend?”
“I do not know, Master. I think I am worrying with no reason.”
“Ah. You are concerned about the book, yes?” Sniper lowered his eyes. “Do not fear. I will find the book. MY magic grows with each passing month, soon I will have the power needed to find the book. Then, when it is mine, I will have unimaginable power!” FM felt a shiver run up his spine as he closed his eyes, imagining the power he would wield. He looked at Sniper. “You have your orders.”
“Yes Master Meister.”
“Go. Be swift, and do not fail me.” Sniper turned and left the room.
FM turned back to the coffin. As he walked around it, his fingers traced the inscription carved into the stone. He knew them all, word for word, but their feel comforted him. They were instructions on how to travel the underworld.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Wrath exploded through Meka’s mind. He screamed “No!” in a murderous rage as he leapt off the rock. With both hands he brought the sword up while still in mid-air. When he hit the ground he recoiled, swinging it around from behind in an arc. The sword whistled with its speed. The man had turned as Meka hit the ground. Seeing Meka coming, he brought his own sword up defensively, with lightning speed.
Meka watched as if in a dream as his sword come around. Every ounce of his strength went into trying to make the sword go truer, go faster. Be deadlier. The magic raged with his need. Meka looked from the mans sword, hard into the steel blue eyes. Mekas sword followed the track of his eyes, he heard himself still screaming. The man held his sword straight up, to deflect the blow.
Everything else around the man dissolved in Mekas vision. His anger, the magic, was unleashed like never before. No power on earth could deny him the mans blood.
He finished his arc, the sword coming round at eye height to the side of the mans head. It shattered through the mans sword, and exploded through his chainmail hood, bits of molten twisted metal flying off into the undergrowth. The sword continued its journey, making contact with the mans skull, and continuing through, out the other side of his head.
Bits of bone blood and brain flew up into the air as the early morning air was filled with a cloud of red mist. Steaks of blood covered Meka, dripped down his body, dribbled off his sword as he slowly lowered the point to the ground.
The mans body crumpled slowly to the ground, blood pumping out over the ground, mixing with the puddles already there. Meka could feel the cold mist help cool his body.
“Meka!” Meka awoke, a sheen of sweat over his whole body. “Meka, my brother, are you alright?” asked Grix.
“It was that dream.”
“Again?” Meka nodded in reply.
“Come on, get up, we have to meet the others soon.”
“Who?”
“You know, the others from the village. Dan2K1, Venombyte and Ant.”
“What about er-no, and YH?”
“They said they had something to do. They will meet us later.” Grix helped his brother to sit up.
“Ok, give me a few minutes." Grix nodded and left the room. Meka put his head in his hands as he thought about the dream.
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“Master Meister?” FM looked around.
“Yes?”
“I have some bad news Lord, about Sniper.”
“He hasn’t dies again has he?”
“Yes Lord, he fell off his horse.”
“How did that kill him?”
“Into the moat.”
“He can swim.”
“Yes Lord, but as he tried to climb out, he must have pulled the lever, the one you ordered put in?”
“I vaguely remember.”
“That let the piranhas in.”
“Ah. I should have expected something like this. He has a whole bloody palace to have his accidents in. I put all that sponge about so he wouldn’t hurt himself, and yet he falls into the piranha moat. Amazing. Nevermind, he will be back by now. Tell him to continue with his task. Tell him to be more careful next time.”
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The crew gazed at the harsh icy wastes before them. Wearing only thin clothes, the icy wind was already pinching with undue harshness - almost as if for some reason, it didn't want them there.
"Right, let's go then." said VenomByte
"You're not going to do it again are you?" said Grix
"Do what?"
"Add to the story without reading it."
"What did you just say?"
"I said, you're not going to take your sword without cleaning it, are you?"
"Oh. For a moment, I thought you said something else."
The motley crew strolled onwards through the barren landscape, waiting for somthing interesting to happen to them. Something new, something groundbreaking.
Suddenly, in stark contrast to the authors suggestive description, the ice beneath them didn't give way. Instead, they saw a polar bear.
"I'll handle this" said Sniper, now fully recovered form his earlier metting with the edge of the iceberg.
Sniper advanced on the polar bear confidently. The bear began to rear up. As Sniper got within ten feet, he reached down to his scabbard, and slowly closed his hand on the hilt of his cutlass.
The bear leapt at Sniper. Sniper realised his sword was frozen in place in his scabbard.
The following few moments were not pretty to say the least, and suffice it to say that at least the landscape was no longer white.
The remaining crew members exchanged nervous glances as the bear approached them...
"Right, let's go then." said VenomByte
"You're not going to do it again are you?" said Grix
"Do what?"
"Add to the story without reading it."
"What did you just say?"
"I said, you're not going to take your sword without cleaning it, are you?"
"Oh. For a moment, I thought you said something else."
The motley crew strolled onwards through the barren landscape, waiting for somthing interesting to happen to them. Something new, something groundbreaking.
Suddenly, in stark contrast to the authors suggestive description, the ice beneath them didn't give way. Instead, they saw a polar bear.
"I'll handle this" said Sniper, now fully recovered form his earlier metting with the edge of the iceberg.
Sniper advanced on the polar bear confidently. The bear began to rear up. As Sniper got within ten feet, he reached down to his scabbard, and slowly closed his hand on the hilt of his cutlass.
The bear leapt at Sniper. Sniper realised his sword was frozen in place in his scabbard.
The following few moments were not pretty to say the least, and suffice it to say that at least the landscape was no longer white.
The remaining crew members exchanged nervous glances as the bear approached them...
Argh. I'm off to go write out a hundred times "I must check the story before I post, not just before I write"....
FM ducked under the door frame... stepped into the room to see the numerous small alcoves that lined the blue-lit room, each with a coloured flower and vase to match.
Ant followed and went the same way as FM. Venombyte and Meka went straight in a sat down at the table.
Grix and Sheepy were the last to enter and they sat down...
Everyone looked up as a faint hissing noise saw a door oen and a man step in...
"Gentlemen" He announced. "Good evening, and welcome..."
"Er, where are we?!" Asked Meka...
"My house..." replied the man.
He was of medium build, about 5'10, with medium blue eyes, rather distinguished.
He sat at the head chair...
"Drink?" He asked looking round and the crew sporting an inquisitive but friendly look.
"Well, said Sniper... I don't know that w..."
"Yeah!" Interrupted Grix "I'll have a..."
"Carling" Interrupted the man. "Carling's all round!" He yelled!
The circular pads that were positioned to the right of the groups seats opened to reveal about 10 pints and a glass of sugar water...
As Ant drank his water and Sniper choked and shuddered after taking a swig of his drink, Grix spoke.
"So, what do you do here...?" he asked
"Not much" Said the man... "Oh, by the way... Call me Anthon"
"Nice place you got here..." Said PB
"We don't offer much!" Said the man, "Just refuge for travellers really..."
"We're marooned!" Exclaimed Meka as he took another sip of his lager and went off to look at the flowers in the alcaves.
"Can you help us?!" Asked Venom
"Of course... friends of Er-No are friends of mine!"
"How do you know Er-No?" Asked Ant as he dropped another sugar cube into his water to hear it fizz...
"Me and The Jobester go back a long way!" Exclaimed Anthon... "We were mates back home."
"Why here?!" Asked PB, as he to took one of Ant's sugar cubes but dropped it into Sniper's drink...
"Nevermind that..." Said Anthon, "We don't have time to talk anymore... You've gotta get going."
He escorted the group out-side where 'Snake' was giving his 'farewells' to the ship refurbishment team...
They met together and FM, turned round to Anthon...
"Thanks, for everything..." he said, sincerely.
"What, for a pint and sorting your ship out?! Ah, forget it... it's was no trouble!"
Grix and Meka nodded to Anthon as PB lead the group up the boarding plank and onto the boat, which seemed a little bigger than last time...
"You can now go one of two ways..." Shouted Anthon, over the wind... "Right at the Severnaya falls fork to McSkull's Lagoon, or left..."
"What's left?!" Asked Venom
"I don't know... no-one's ever come back to 'tell the tale' as it were..." replied Anthon
"Well!" Said Grix, looking round at his group. "I guess we're going onward either way...!"
FM droped the sail and the rest sat down in the boat...
"Onwards!" Shouted meka as his smile turned into a giggle...
"Yep..." Said Grix... "It's go time...!"
Ant followed and went the same way as FM. Venombyte and Meka went straight in a sat down at the table.
Grix and Sheepy were the last to enter and they sat down...
Everyone looked up as a faint hissing noise saw a door oen and a man step in...
"Gentlemen" He announced. "Good evening, and welcome..."
"Er, where are we?!" Asked Meka...
"My house..." replied the man.
He was of medium build, about 5'10, with medium blue eyes, rather distinguished.
He sat at the head chair...
"Drink?" He asked looking round and the crew sporting an inquisitive but friendly look.
"Well, said Sniper... I don't know that w..."
"Yeah!" Interrupted Grix "I'll have a..."
"Carling" Interrupted the man. "Carling's all round!" He yelled!
The circular pads that were positioned to the right of the groups seats opened to reveal about 10 pints and a glass of sugar water...
As Ant drank his water and Sniper choked and shuddered after taking a swig of his drink, Grix spoke.
"So, what do you do here...?" he asked
"Not much" Said the man... "Oh, by the way... Call me Anthon"
"Nice place you got here..." Said PB
"We don't offer much!" Said the man, "Just refuge for travellers really..."
"We're marooned!" Exclaimed Meka as he took another sip of his lager and went off to look at the flowers in the alcaves.
"Can you help us?!" Asked Venom
"Of course... friends of Er-No are friends of mine!"
"How do you know Er-No?" Asked Ant as he dropped another sugar cube into his water to hear it fizz...
"Me and The Jobester go back a long way!" Exclaimed Anthon... "We were mates back home."
"Why here?!" Asked PB, as he to took one of Ant's sugar cubes but dropped it into Sniper's drink...
"Nevermind that..." Said Anthon, "We don't have time to talk anymore... You've gotta get going."
He escorted the group out-side where 'Snake' was giving his 'farewells' to the ship refurbishment team...
They met together and FM, turned round to Anthon...
"Thanks, for everything..." he said, sincerely.
"What, for a pint and sorting your ship out?! Ah, forget it... it's was no trouble!"
Grix and Meka nodded to Anthon as PB lead the group up the boarding plank and onto the boat, which seemed a little bigger than last time...
"You can now go one of two ways..." Shouted Anthon, over the wind... "Right at the Severnaya falls fork to McSkull's Lagoon, or left..."
"What's left?!" Asked Venom
"I don't know... no-one's ever come back to 'tell the tale' as it were..." replied Anthon
"Well!" Said Grix, looking round at his group. "I guess we're going onward either way...!"
FM droped the sail and the rest sat down in the boat...
"Onwards!" Shouted meka as his smile turned into a giggle...
"Yep..." Said Grix... "It's go time...!"
Five minutes later, back on the island.....
The German ducked under the door frame... stepped into the room to see the numerous small alcoves that lined the blue-lit room, each with a coloured flower and vase to match.
Another German followed and went the same way as the first German. Two other Germans went straight in and sat down at the table.
Two MORE Germans were the last to enter and they sat down...
Everyone looked up as a faint hissing noise saw a door open and a man step in...
"Gentlemen" He announced. "Gutt evening, und Velcome..."
"Erm, ver are we?!" Asked the head German...
"Mein house..." replied the man.
He was of medium build, about 5'10, with medium blue eyes, rather distinguished.
He sat at the head chair...
"Drinken?" He asked looking round at the crew sporting an inquisitive but friendly look.
"Vell," said one of the Germans... "Ich don't know that w..."
"Ya!" interrupted another German "Ich vill haff ein..."
"Carling" interrupted the man. "Carling's all round!" he yelled.
The circular pads that were positioned to the right of the groups seats opened to reveal about 10 pints.
One of the Germans spoke.
"Zo, ve brought der Megadrive cartridges" he stated.
"Das ist gut," said the man... "Oh, by ze way... Call me Anthon"
"Nice place du habst hier..." said another German.
"Ya, ve set zis up ven ve decided to resurrect der Megadrive!" said the man, "It is remote, isolated, just vhat ve needed for der operation..."
"Ve're marooned!" exclaimed the head German as he took another sip of his lager and went off to look at the flowers in the alcoves.
"Kanst du you help us?!" asked another.
"Off course... friends off Dr. Er-No are friends of mein!"
"How do you know Dr. Er-No?" asked one German as he dropped an olive into his water to hear it fizz...
"Me und der Jobester go back a long vay!" exclaimed Anthon... "Ve ver mates back in der Homeland."
"Vhy hier?!" asked another German, as he to took one of the first German's olives but dropped it into someone elses drink...
"Nevermind zat..." Said Anthon, "Ve don't haf time to talk anymore... You've got to get going."
He escorted the group outside where they could see the HMS Fog sail off into the distance.
They met together and the Germans turned round to Anthon...
"Danke, for everything..." they said, sincerely.
"Vat, for a pint and sorting you a ship out?! Ah, forget it... it's vas no trouble!"
Anthon signalled with his hands, and a huge armour plated vessel sailed into view around the coastline, docking gently by the shore for the Germans to embark. They noted the name of the ship. It was called Der HMS FogReich.
The Germans nodded to Anthon as they went up the boarding plank and onto the boat, which seemed a well equipped and suited to their mission.
"You can now go vun off two vays..." Shouted Anthon, over the wind... "Right at the Severnaya falls fork to McSkull's Lagoon, or left..."
"What's left?!" Asked one of the Germans.
"Das ist der vey that the HMS Fog vent, you have to catch zem, board zem, kill zem, zen sail back to der mainland and start spreading those Megadrive cartridges into der marketplatzen. No-one's ever succeeded before," replied Anthon.
"Vell!" said one of the Germans, looking round at his group. "I guess we're going onward either way...!"
As one of them dropped the sail the rest sat down in the boat...
"Onvards!" shouted the head German as his smile turned into a menace...
"Yavowl..." said another... "est ist go time...!"
"Vait!!" screamed Anthon as Der FogReich sailed off into the distance, "You forgot your TOWELS!!! You can't leave them here on my beach!!!!"
"Ha! Zo!" laughed the Germans, waving back at Anthon, "Don't worry, ve'll be back! Leave them there so noone takes our places!!"
Der FogReich caught the wind and the sails snapped into life as it headed after the HMS Fog...
The German ducked under the door frame... stepped into the room to see the numerous small alcoves that lined the blue-lit room, each with a coloured flower and vase to match.
Another German followed and went the same way as the first German. Two other Germans went straight in and sat down at the table.
Two MORE Germans were the last to enter and they sat down...
Everyone looked up as a faint hissing noise saw a door open and a man step in...
"Gentlemen" He announced. "Gutt evening, und Velcome..."
"Erm, ver are we?!" Asked the head German...
"Mein house..." replied the man.
He was of medium build, about 5'10, with medium blue eyes, rather distinguished.
He sat at the head chair...
"Drinken?" He asked looking round at the crew sporting an inquisitive but friendly look.
"Vell," said one of the Germans... "Ich don't know that w..."
"Ya!" interrupted another German "Ich vill haff ein..."
"Carling" interrupted the man. "Carling's all round!" he yelled.
The circular pads that were positioned to the right of the groups seats opened to reveal about 10 pints.
One of the Germans spoke.
"Zo, ve brought der Megadrive cartridges" he stated.
"Das ist gut," said the man... "Oh, by ze way... Call me Anthon"
"Nice place du habst hier..." said another German.
"Ya, ve set zis up ven ve decided to resurrect der Megadrive!" said the man, "It is remote, isolated, just vhat ve needed for der operation..."
"Ve're marooned!" exclaimed the head German as he took another sip of his lager and went off to look at the flowers in the alcoves.
"Kanst du you help us?!" asked another.
"Off course... friends off Dr. Er-No are friends of mein!"
"How do you know Dr. Er-No?" asked one German as he dropped an olive into his water to hear it fizz...
"Me und der Jobester go back a long vay!" exclaimed Anthon... "Ve ver mates back in der Homeland."
"Vhy hier?!" asked another German, as he to took one of the first German's olives but dropped it into someone elses drink...
"Nevermind zat..." Said Anthon, "Ve don't haf time to talk anymore... You've got to get going."
He escorted the group outside where they could see the HMS Fog sail off into the distance.
They met together and the Germans turned round to Anthon...
"Danke, for everything..." they said, sincerely.
"Vat, for a pint and sorting you a ship out?! Ah, forget it... it's vas no trouble!"
Anthon signalled with his hands, and a huge armour plated vessel sailed into view around the coastline, docking gently by the shore for the Germans to embark. They noted the name of the ship. It was called Der HMS FogReich.
The Germans nodded to Anthon as they went up the boarding plank and onto the boat, which seemed a well equipped and suited to their mission.
"You can now go vun off two vays..." Shouted Anthon, over the wind... "Right at the Severnaya falls fork to McSkull's Lagoon, or left..."
"What's left?!" Asked one of the Germans.
"Das ist der vey that the HMS Fog vent, you have to catch zem, board zem, kill zem, zen sail back to der mainland and start spreading those Megadrive cartridges into der marketplatzen. No-one's ever succeeded before," replied Anthon.
"Vell!" said one of the Germans, looking round at his group. "I guess we're going onward either way...!"
As one of them dropped the sail the rest sat down in the boat...
"Onvards!" shouted the head German as his smile turned into a menace...
"Yavowl..." said another... "est ist go time...!"
"Vait!!" screamed Anthon as Der FogReich sailed off into the distance, "You forgot your TOWELS!!! You can't leave them here on my beach!!!!"
"Ha! Zo!" laughed the Germans, waving back at Anthon, "Don't worry, ve'll be back! Leave them there so noone takes our places!!"
Der FogReich caught the wind and the sails snapped into life as it headed after the HMS Fog...
HMS FoG sailed off into the distance, the Germans watching them, waiting, planning.
However, the crew of the HMS FoG were blissfully unaware of impending doom.....
"So, whats Sniper doing tied to the front of the boat again?" Asked Ant, who had been high on sugar when it was all explained to him last time.
"Well, as we've already told you, he's out early warning system." Replied Meka.
"How so?" FM sighed as he explained it again to Ant.
"If he yells out inpain, it means we've hit something."
"Ahhh, I see, it has all been made clear now. Thankyou."
"No problem."
Ant got up an wandered over to the side of the boat. He looked out across the sea.
"Hey! Whats that?" He shouted.
"What?" A couple of the crew came runnig over.
"That, out there." Ant pointed.
"Dunno."
"Get the boat closer, let's have a look." The driver turned the steering wheel (or whatever it's called, I'm about as nautical as a tank.), and the boat turned towards the thing in the sea.
"It looks like a person."
"Get him on board." They hurled the figure on up deck. The figure was mubling something.
"What's he say?"
Dunno, sounded like 'Name's Why Ache.' Thats a silly name, Why Ache?" The others just shrugged as Grix looked at them.
However, the crew of the HMS FoG were blissfully unaware of impending doom.....
"So, whats Sniper doing tied to the front of the boat again?" Asked Ant, who had been high on sugar when it was all explained to him last time.
"Well, as we've already told you, he's out early warning system." Replied Meka.
"How so?" FM sighed as he explained it again to Ant.
"If he yells out inpain, it means we've hit something."
"Ahhh, I see, it has all been made clear now. Thankyou."
"No problem."
Ant got up an wandered over to the side of the boat. He looked out across the sea.
"Hey! Whats that?" He shouted.
"What?" A couple of the crew came runnig over.
"That, out there." Ant pointed.
"Dunno."
"Get the boat closer, let's have a look." The driver turned the steering wheel (or whatever it's called, I'm about as nautical as a tank.), and the boat turned towards the thing in the sea.
"It looks like a person."
"Get him on board." They hurled the figure on up deck. The figure was mubling something.
"What's he say?"
Dunno, sounded like 'Name's Why Ache.' Thats a silly name, Why Ache?" The others just shrugged as Grix looked at them.
"I'm sure that's a boat over there... following behind us..."
Pb looked into the distance. Hmmm, perhaps he was seeing things.
"What was that Pb?"
"Ah... nothing."
"Can you come and give us a hand then?"
"Damn."
"Yeah, hang on, I'll be there now."
"Now. Pb."
"Damn."
"Alright, alright... I'm coming..."
The Snake fraud had seemingly fell overboard... FM and Grix were having a large amount of trouble getting him back up... actually, they wouldn't have found him if it wasn't for Sniper. He was just bobbing up and down in the water, muttering "Damn" everynow and again... Sniper said that some idiot was in the water, and so they tried to get him up...
And eventually, they did.
"Snake... what the hell were you doing in the water?" FM asked...
He held out his hand... and in which lay a small piece of microfilm. They all starred at it.
"And what the hell are we supposed to do with this?"
Snake thought for a moment.
"Damn."
"Go back to your nest."
Snake shuffled off... but not in the way that you're thinking...
"So... where are we off now, again?" Grix asked...
Pb looked into the distance. Hmmm, perhaps he was seeing things.
"What was that Pb?"
"Ah... nothing."
"Can you come and give us a hand then?"
"Damn."
"Yeah, hang on, I'll be there now."
"Now. Pb."
"Damn."
"Alright, alright... I'm coming..."
The Snake fraud had seemingly fell overboard... FM and Grix were having a large amount of trouble getting him back up... actually, they wouldn't have found him if it wasn't for Sniper. He was just bobbing up and down in the water, muttering "Damn" everynow and again... Sniper said that some idiot was in the water, and so they tried to get him up...
And eventually, they did.
"Snake... what the hell were you doing in the water?" FM asked...
He held out his hand... and in which lay a small piece of microfilm. They all starred at it.
"And what the hell are we supposed to do with this?"
Snake thought for a moment.
"Damn."
"Go back to your nest."
Snake shuffled off... but not in the way that you're thinking...
"So... where are we off now, again?" Grix asked...
"Where are we again?" Ant asked.
"The boat, Ant." Grix said in his talking-to-idiots voice.
"Ah, yes." Ant smiled.
pb looked across the sea, "Yes, that ship is following us, I'm sure of it."
Everyone seemed to ignore him, apart from Snake, who looked through his binoculars. They were definitely following.
"Damn."
Meanwhile, Mongoose Man had thrown all of Ant's sugar overboard.
"You complete and utter total-"
"Shut it Ant, we'll get more later." FM held Ant by his hair to keep him from attacking Mongoose Man.
"Why?" Ant asked him.
Mongoose Man stopped, starred, and then laughed his head off.
Suddenly, there was a flash of light in the darkening sky, and then a bang of thunder.
"Storm!" Grix cried.
There was a huge gust of wind, and Snake was thrown off his perch. He fell to the floor hard, breaking some bones in his leg.
"Damn."
"The boat, Ant." Grix said in his talking-to-idiots voice.
"Ah, yes." Ant smiled.
pb looked across the sea, "Yes, that ship is following us, I'm sure of it."
Everyone seemed to ignore him, apart from Snake, who looked through his binoculars. They were definitely following.
"Damn."
Meanwhile, Mongoose Man had thrown all of Ant's sugar overboard.
"You complete and utter total-"
"Shut it Ant, we'll get more later." FM held Ant by his hair to keep him from attacking Mongoose Man.
"Why?" Ant asked him.
Mongoose Man stopped, starred, and then laughed his head off.
Suddenly, there was a flash of light in the darkening sky, and then a bang of thunder.
"Storm!" Grix cried.
There was a huge gust of wind, and Snake was thrown off his perch. He fell to the floor hard, breaking some bones in his leg.
"Damn."
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