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"FoG Story. Only contribute if, A) You're good at writing, B) YOU STICK TO THE PLOT!!"

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.

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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.”

*reader flips to page 289*

er-no pushed himself through into the toilet. He wasn't actually sure why.

"URRRRRRRRINNNNNNNATTTTIOOONNNN."

er-no stopped in his tracks.

"URRRRRRRRRINNNNNNAATTTTTTTTTIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOONNN."

Somebody was singing in the toliets.

"UURRRRRRINNNNNNEEEEE. UUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRIIIIINEEEEE."

The cubicle unlocked, and Sheepy stumbled out, still singing to himself. He ran into the door, which refused to open. He fell on the floor, and decided to go to sleep.

er-no took his chance, and searched Sheepy. He was carrying a mobile phone, a Blankety Blank chequebook and pen, and a small red hotel, like the ones in Monopoly.

*DON'T FORGET TO ADD THESE TO YOUR INVENTORY*

er-no walked out of the toliet.

pop

*Grix shuffles out Shaneo, bolts door*

Shaneo walks i, wondering what's going on...again!

"Keep your head low. Don't speak, breathe, mumble, nothing."

Pb and Ant climbed out of the hotel window, and landed silently in the grass outside.

"You still haven't told me why we're doing this... and leaving the others... don't you want to pay, or something?"

"Well, no." Pb whispered, "But we've got to get away, it's beginning to make a bit more sense now, this plot..."

"What? What's going on?"

"Let's just say I'm good at crosswords..."

Pb and Ant ran under the bushes... were they being followed?

"Why can't you tell me..."

Ant was silenced by Pb's hand quickly covering his mouth. Not a sound was heard.

Pb took his hand away slowly.

A swoosh was heard... quite a distinct swoosh. Pb and Ant turned, and a low budget BBC effect appeared in front of them, followed by an old style police box.

"GET IN!" er-no shouted, the doors opening quickly.

Pb and Ant ran in, still ducking... and er-no slammed the doors shut.

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After leaving the... err... people who had descended, I think is the right word, from the SR troope, er-no took the Tardis to a place where he knew that the guys would be.

The Fog Arms was never quiet on a Friday night. Most people would be out at parties, clubs, stuff like that.

But they all went to the Fog Arms. God knows why.

"ER-NO!"

A glass was thrown at the wall in triumph of er-no's arrival. Sheepy looked at the glass he threw, and then began to cry.

"Let me buy you a drink thing." Meka said to him. Meka then turned to FM and said "Bartender, a drink!"

FM continued to down his pint, and then just starred at Meka.

"What's your problem?"

"I've got no drink." FM said, still trying to get more beer from his empty glass by shaking it.

Meka widened his eyes, and looked at the floor in despair... "Where can we get drinks from, then?"

"The bar."

"AH!" Meka ran to the bar, and ordered a toilet.

er-no looked around, trying to find someone at least slightly sober to try and converse with. He needed to know what was going on.

"This is gay."

er-no sat down next to Sniper... he couldn't tell if he was drunk or not, but he would probably get more information from him than anyone else.

"Where's Pb and Ant?" er-no asked... he noticed they weren't around when he came in.

"Who?"

"Pb. Ant."

"Gone, they ran away."

"When?"

"Ages ago."

"Where were you?"

"I dunno, with the guys."

"I mean, location, where were you when they vanished?"

"A hotel."

"Which hotel?"

"I dunno."

er-no turned to see a mass of clapping people. Grix was standing on a table with peanuts stuffed up his nose. He was bowing.

He turned back to Sniper.

"What's happened since then?"

"I dunno, what do you mean?"

er-no sighed. "What's gone on? Anything interesting?"

"I dunno. I think this Bill Gates person took over the world. He sucks."

A large automatic drone came over to where Sniper and er-no sat. A machine gun popped out of it, and shot Sniper a few times. It trundled off.

er-no looked at the dead body of Sniper... looked away for a while, and then turned back. Sniper was picking his nose, he saw er-no looking at him, and then began to scratch it.

If you want to try another time period, turn to page 167, but if you want to try to talk to someone else, turn to page 74, meanwhile, if you feel that a journey to the toliet is necessary, turn to 289.

The gang from the plane peddled as hard as they could, but Bonus continued to gain. Finally he got near enough to catch hold of the back of Sniper’s bike. Sniper looked around to see Bonus’s smiling face and looked forward again, just in time to realise that his bike had encountered a huge bump in the road. The bike was now sailing fluidly through the night air and the others stopped to watch as the shape of the bike silhouetted itself against the bright light of the full moon before moving on and allowing Bonus’s flying backside to be highlighted.

“Now that’s what I call a moonie…” said FM as they looked at the shape before it made a graceful arc towards a cluster of pine trees.

For one moment the air was peaceful, then became filled with the noise of Bonus encountering each and every pine needle in places where only the Swedish would consider appropriate. One final scream and then a metalic thud was heard while the gang rushed over to see where Sniper had landed.

Bonus rubbed his head as he sat shivering in Meka’s old overcoat. “I come back through time, endure the pain of getting my clothes ripped off in a time storm, just to tell you that you are in danger, and all you do is run away? Next time, someone else does your dirty work…”

Pb moved forward to the front of the group and looked at Bonus. “So who sent you and how are we in trouble?” he asked.

“It is….” Started Bonus, before clutching at his throat and then suddenly falling backwards.

“He’s unconscious!” said Ant, “We’ll have to take him somewhere warm. I notice that we passed a hotel on the way.”

Everyone got on their bikes and rode back to the nearby hotel. They found enough money between them to get a couple of rooms and, despite the funny looks from the porter, all piled into the rooms for the night.

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Er-no winced as he watched the branding fork being used on another victim of the FOG faction.

“The FOG Faction protects the memories of those famous FOG members who risked their lives to save the world and bring peace and harmony to the world.” Said a hooded member of the clan to er-no.

“Well, if you don’t mind me asking.” Said Er-no carefully, “Why exactly are you treating these people in this way if you stand for peace?”

“hah! I would have thought you at least would understand our ways!” said the guy on the other side of Er-no. He pointed to a series of portraits on the wall, all depicting either a member of the FOG team or a battle scene, most of them very bloody. “you are one of the great FOG warriors, are you not?”

Er-no looked carefully at the pictures, then noticed the one of him. It was certainly him, but different somehow, as if someone had taken all of his best qualities and left out anything that made him look, well, normal. He was reminded of the people from those history textbooks from school, kings that rode into battle, swords aloft and ready to hack the enemies to pieces.

“No.” he said, shaking his head. “You’ve got it all wrong!!”

The gasp from the surrounding area was enough to make Er-no realise that he’d said something wrong. He noticed that all the torturers had stopped work and had looked around to stare at him.

The most important looking of the faction took down his hood. He had a scar above his eye and his hair was as white as Snow. “I am lord FantasyMeister III and you have no right to question our actions.” He said in a dark toned voice. “You will be punished for your disrespect.”

Er-no gulped, then a thought came into his head. He turned to the white haired man and said. “Don’t you know anything, you have to work out your hit points before you can capture me.”

“Damn. Where’s my 6 sided Dice?” said the gruff man as he motioned to one of his acolytes for the dice. The acolyte produced two yellow dice and FM the 3rd threw them up in the air. Without a moment’s pause, Er-no grabbed the dice and ran off.

He reached the Tardis just before the guards turned the corner and got in. “Must remind the guys never to brag about their adventures again!” he said under his breath as the Tardis wheezed into life.

Er-no continued to follow the Silk +5 Hooded figures down the dingy stone corridor. His skin crawled as a blood curdling scream came from the shadows to either side of him.

"What's that?"

The figures stopped.

"That is what happened to the last person that said "beard" to us. He is being tortured, would you like to watch?" Before er-no could answer he was pushed along the corridor a few yards, before being brought to a halt.

One of the figures stepped forward and opened a little hatch in what was now revealed to be a door. Er-no lookied through and nearly vomited.

He could see a figure shackled to a bench, a puddle of blood on the floor and a rack with various instruments laid out, some had the dark stain of drying blood on them.

"Who is it? On the bench I mean."

"That was some plucky young chap called Who Knows?, he interrupted the story."

"I thought you said that he said "beard"?"

"Well, this is even worse. Would you like to watch some more?"

Er-no said that he would. He stared open mouther as a dark figure worked around the table. Er-no had got used to the screams now, and just watch in fascination as the figure reached for a candle.

The figure proceded to move the candle over to the body of Who Knows?, tipping it slightly when it got there, hot melted wax dribbled into Who Knows? eyes.

"Who doesn't he just close his eyes?" Asked er-no, unable to take his eyes off the scene.

"Can't you see? His eyelids have been cut off."

Er-no carried on watching while the candle was brought lower down Who Knows? body, dribbling hot wax as it went, as it got down towards the groinal area, er-no could watch no more.

"DSon't tell me you cut his.. his...?"

"Oh no, we didn't do that. He was jewish."

They continued off down the corridor, screams echoing behind.

And then the mystery man came in and blew his head off!

The end.

*cue theme tune to Thunderbirds*

Time Warp and Dringo flew Thunderbird 2 over Pembrokeshire, searching for a plane wreckage.

Time Warp and Dringo spoke without character, no sense of dignaty, and basically, like puppets.

"Well, I see, yes, people seem to be dead."

"Oh look there!"

*A small clip is shown, of a real hand pushing a button*

A map appears, with a red blip on it.

"Here they are."

"Oh look, they ARE dead."

The bodies of anyone who was in the plane, God knows who, lay out over the hill on which it crashed on.

"Look there, one person survives. Good for him."

Thunderbird 2 hovers over the crash site for a while, and then flys away.

"Uggggh..." Ant says, rubbing his head.

"What happened?"

"Damn."

"This is gay."

FM rubbed the back of his head too. It wasn't hurting, but that's what everyone else was doing. He looked around. Expecting something. He swore under his breath.

"Where are we?" Meka asked the group, all quite alive.

"I'm guessing... guessing... that we're still in Pembrokeshire." Sheepy said.

"How can you tell?" Grix asked.

"I feel really bleak and miserable."

"So, what's the plan now?"

Before anyone had time to come up with a decent solution, or, in laymans terms, a few hours later, a portal opened up before their very eyes, a rip in the time space continummthingy.

A sphere began to grow, electric flowing from it... burning into the ground... and from that appeared...

A naked Bonus.

"Argggh!" The group said, in unison, shielding their eyes.

"Quick! On the pushbike!" Grix said, pointing to the rather conviently placed bike.

They all clambered on, sitting on eachothers shoulders, and hanging onto the bike... Grix started to pedal.

And Bonus gave chase.

Running faster, and faster...

As soon as the ropes were untied, er-no rubbed his wrists to get the circulation flowing again.

"Why do you wear those stupid hoods? Who are you?"

There was a sharp intake of breath.

"Stupid hoods? These are the sacred hoods of Gr'kesh-Neeeikon. We had to do many trades to get them. They are silk+5."

"Beard." Coughed er-no.

"Excuse me?"

"Er-nothing?"

"Good. If you blaspheme again, we will have to baptise you in the bath of the great God Arrrk-no'gnhphat." The hooded figure could see er-no's puzzled look, "That wooden tub over there." He said, with a resigned sigh.

"Ah, the tub, yes. I can see how that migh be bad. Splinters and so forth."

The hooded figures led him out of the room.

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Grix, YH, Venombyte, Ant, Meka and god knows who else where doing something else.

I don't know what as I can't be bothered to go and read the story.

Weren't they in Pembrokeshire after getting out of a helicopter?

Dunno. Sorry.