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Sniper lay on the medic table, that Grix lay on oh so long ago... just before they all entered his mind, and entered a world of the west, fought like cowboys and swore like Scotsmen.
Sniper, was in what seemed a coma... mind you, he didn't actually have a mind, as it had been removed...
Oh right, you don't know about any of this crap... better update you then.
A week ago, Sniper's and Bill Gate's mind were both put onto a megadrive cartridge after they failed to save him. Soon after that, Grix died, so they put his mind on it too. So he's kinda alive, but not.
Hmmm.
Let's start again.
Sniper's mind is now on the megadrive cartridge along with Bill Gate's mind and Grix's. We don't know why.
But, Sniper's mind for some reason has taken control, and now has created a world for which the minds to live in. A bit like the Matrix, but not.
For you see, it's Sniper's mind that creates the world... much like Grix's mind made the western world, that they all got stuck in.
Hmmm...
Did you ever see that episode of Red Dwarf when Kryten got that bug, and in order to fight it, he made a computer program that he fought in with his mind? Gunmen of the Apocolypse, right?
Well, it's like that.
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"Would anyone be utterly shocked if we entered this thing and it was just a barren wasteland?" Pb asked.
"Now now, they'll be room for plenty of empty minded Sniper jokes later. Let's not ruin them all now." FM replied.
They had chosen the original four to go back inside the Megadrive cartridge, for obvious reasons. Being "more deserving to be wrote about" seemed to be top reason.
So Venombyte, Pb, Meka and FantasyMeister all decided that they would enter, Goatboy then managed to convince them that he should go too. Rock and roll, apparently.
So it was decided. The rest just lay around, and waited. And so they entered Sniper's mind.
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Tuesday. Just a name for another day.
Sniper doodled a naked woman in his diary... completely out of proportion, dreamy.
He had been stuck inside all day, waiting... just like any other damn day. He wore a black and white suit, and waited in his black and white room... he looked out into the white sky, with black clouds and black rain. It was if the whole damn world was black and white.
He dreamed of a rainbow, but he couldn't remember what it looked like.
Hell, he couldn't even remember what his face looked like. He got up from his desk, and walked to the mirror.
A damn handsome man starred back at him... just as he thought, he was beautiful. How could he forget.
He went back to his desk, and began to clear away his things. Pointless staying in the office all day... damn, he needed to get out... and of course, his award ceremony tonight, dedicated to him... was supposed to be a surprise, but how do you hide something from Sniper?
He smiled to himself. He rocked.
A knock came at the black and white door of his colourless room... as it opened, the name of the occupant and his job description flew also, along with a beautiful woman in a red dress.
"Detective Sniper? Is that you?"
Sniper turned fully around, and brushed his hair back with his fingers.
"Hi there sugarcake. What can I do for you?"
The woman seemed flustered, embarressed.
"To be honest, I'm... I didn't expect you to look... so..."
"Handsome? Don't worry darling, the words will come, but let us forget communication for the time being, and let's get down to business..."
"No... I... but..." The woman resisted, still clinging to the handle of the door. "I need your help, I'm worried... I think there is someone trying to kill me."
Sniper took the words like the smoke from his cigarette, calmly destroying his insides while seeming so good. "I'm intrigued, why would anyone want to kill you?"
"I don't know..." The woman obviously lied. "I just... you have to protect me. It's Grix Thraves, I think he's stalking me."
Grix... the name made his tongue sting every time he uttered the word... speaking out to him like a lemon juice without any added sugar.
"Grix..." He said, wiping his tongue with his teeth. "Him."
"Yeah... he's after me Sniper, I feel him everywhere I go..."
Sniper's thoughts disgusted him. "Damn him. Don't worry darling, I'll get him, don't you worry about it."
"Thank you, please, I have something to tell you..." The woman left the door, and approuched Sniper... she leaned in towards him...
Sniper smiled and looked deep into her eyes...
"You can find him usually in the arms of a lady in the Queen's Arms at 9:00PM every night."
"The Queen's Arms? But that's a gay bar." Sniper said, thoughtful.
"How do you know that?"
Sniper looked around. "I'm a private detective sugarcup, I have to know these things." Sniper smoothed back his hair again.
"Please, Sniper, make love to me, now, please!" The woman fell to her knees.
"Not now darling, my clan awaits me... tonight we're playing Unreal Tournament." He paused. "It's been a while. A long while." Sniper left the room, and the woman cried in her arms.
Sniper, was in what seemed a coma... mind you, he didn't actually have a mind, as it had been removed...
Oh right, you don't know about any of this crap... better update you then.
A week ago, Sniper's and Bill Gate's mind were both put onto a megadrive cartridge after they failed to save him. Soon after that, Grix died, so they put his mind on it too. So he's kinda alive, but not.
Hmmm.
Let's start again.
Sniper's mind is now on the megadrive cartridge along with Bill Gate's mind and Grix's. We don't know why.
But, Sniper's mind for some reason has taken control, and now has created a world for which the minds to live in. A bit like the Matrix, but not.
For you see, it's Sniper's mind that creates the world... much like Grix's mind made the western world, that they all got stuck in.
Hmmm...
Did you ever see that episode of Red Dwarf when Kryten got that bug, and in order to fight it, he made a computer program that he fought in with his mind? Gunmen of the Apocolypse, right?
Well, it's like that.
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"Would anyone be utterly shocked if we entered this thing and it was just a barren wasteland?" Pb asked.
"Now now, they'll be room for plenty of empty minded Sniper jokes later. Let's not ruin them all now." FM replied.
They had chosen the original four to go back inside the Megadrive cartridge, for obvious reasons. Being "more deserving to be wrote about" seemed to be top reason.
So Venombyte, Pb, Meka and FantasyMeister all decided that they would enter, Goatboy then managed to convince them that he should go too. Rock and roll, apparently.
So it was decided. The rest just lay around, and waited. And so they entered Sniper's mind.
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Tuesday. Just a name for another day.
Sniper doodled a naked woman in his diary... completely out of proportion, dreamy.
He had been stuck inside all day, waiting... just like any other damn day. He wore a black and white suit, and waited in his black and white room... he looked out into the white sky, with black clouds and black rain. It was if the whole damn world was black and white.
He dreamed of a rainbow, but he couldn't remember what it looked like.
Hell, he couldn't even remember what his face looked like. He got up from his desk, and walked to the mirror.
A damn handsome man starred back at him... just as he thought, he was beautiful. How could he forget.
He went back to his desk, and began to clear away his things. Pointless staying in the office all day... damn, he needed to get out... and of course, his award ceremony tonight, dedicated to him... was supposed to be a surprise, but how do you hide something from Sniper?
He smiled to himself. He rocked.
A knock came at the black and white door of his colourless room... as it opened, the name of the occupant and his job description flew also, along with a beautiful woman in a red dress.
"Detective Sniper? Is that you?"
Sniper turned fully around, and brushed his hair back with his fingers.
"Hi there sugarcake. What can I do for you?"
The woman seemed flustered, embarressed.
"To be honest, I'm... I didn't expect you to look... so..."
"Handsome? Don't worry darling, the words will come, but let us forget communication for the time being, and let's get down to business..."
"No... I... but..." The woman resisted, still clinging to the handle of the door. "I need your help, I'm worried... I think there is someone trying to kill me."
Sniper took the words like the smoke from his cigarette, calmly destroying his insides while seeming so good. "I'm intrigued, why would anyone want to kill you?"
"I don't know..." The woman obviously lied. "I just... you have to protect me. It's Grix Thraves, I think he's stalking me."
Grix... the name made his tongue sting every time he uttered the word... speaking out to him like a lemon juice without any added sugar.
"Grix..." He said, wiping his tongue with his teeth. "Him."
"Yeah... he's after me Sniper, I feel him everywhere I go..."
Sniper's thoughts disgusted him. "Damn him. Don't worry darling, I'll get him, don't you worry about it."
"Thank you, please, I have something to tell you..." The woman left the door, and approuched Sniper... she leaned in towards him...
Sniper smiled and looked deep into her eyes...
"You can find him usually in the arms of a lady in the Queen's Arms at 9:00PM every night."
"The Queen's Arms? But that's a gay bar." Sniper said, thoughtful.
"How do you know that?"
Sniper looked around. "I'm a private detective sugarcup, I have to know these things." Sniper smoothed back his hair again.
"Please, Sniper, make love to me, now, please!" The woman fell to her knees.
"Not now darling, my clan awaits me... tonight we're playing Unreal Tournament." He paused. "It's been a while. A long while." Sniper left the room, and the woman cried in her arms.
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Hell yeah, of course you can! Sorry, misunderstood you.
You can put that in a topic of your own though, makes life easier, and more people will read it.
Just write what you want to, and then post it as a new topic in Fog Chat, because you can't post in here as a newbie yet. You can put it in the Story forum too, if you want.
You can put that in a topic of your own though, makes life easier, and more people will read it.
Just write what you want to, and then post it as a new topic in Fog Chat, because you can't post in here as a newbie yet. You can put it in the Story forum too, if you want.
Yeah, you're very welcome to write if you want to. Just one thing, you'll have to read what's happened so far... not from the beginning though, if you scan through the pages, until you find a post starting with "TO ALL WRITERS", and then read from there on, you should have a good idea, well, as good as any of us, at what is going on.
Good luck!
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Good luck!
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"Give me those!"
FM grabbed the shovels, opened the window, and threw them out into space.
FM closed the window. And then looked at it for a while.
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"Hey Carl. Hey Steve."
"Hey."
"Hey."
Meka and Pb stood, sabers in hand, as the two skeleton riders drew long axes, and began to swing them around their heads.
Meka decided for a change of tact, grabbed Pb's arm, and began to run as fast as he could.
The two riders, however, closed fast... and Pb ducked and dived under a table as an axe swung around his head.
Pb climbed from under the table, grabbed the cup, and threw it at the skeletons face.
"Ow!"
Pb ran, Meka followed... and the entire tower collapsed around them.
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"So. The whole purpose of getting the cup, was so you could throw it at Carl's face to get out of the place where you got it from."
"I would say so, yeah."
"Ok, excellent, subplot over."
FM grabbed the shovels, opened the window, and threw them out into space.
FM closed the window. And then looked at it for a while.
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"Hey Carl. Hey Steve."
"Hey."
"Hey."
Meka and Pb stood, sabers in hand, as the two skeleton riders drew long axes, and began to swing them around their heads.
Meka decided for a change of tact, grabbed Pb's arm, and began to run as fast as he could.
The two riders, however, closed fast... and Pb ducked and dived under a table as an axe swung around his head.
Pb climbed from under the table, grabbed the cup, and threw it at the skeletons face.
"Ow!"
Pb ran, Meka followed... and the entire tower collapsed around them.
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"So. The whole purpose of getting the cup, was so you could throw it at Carl's face to get out of the place where you got it from."
"I would say so, yeah."
"Ok, excellent, subplot over."
"I think that should just about do it!" Said FM, as he attatched the last banana canon to the Ant... which was now a temporary airship.
"Where did you get those canons from anyway, Ant?" Asked Goaty
"Well, there was this guy selling fruit disguised weapons, in the market... he tried to sell be a atomic apple and some grape grenades, but I saw the banana, and thought, that's gotta be good!"
"Yeah, right..." said Grix "... anyway, listen, the race starts in about 15 minutes, so FM, if you finish the ship, Ant, you just stand around doing nothing, and Me, Venom and Goaty, will go off and see if we can sabotage the other ships..."
"Good plan!" Said Ant, as he sat back in the cockpit with a vodka cocktail...
"Grix... over here!" Goaty whispered...
Custard Boatly, the overall favourite for the race, was finishing off the adjustment to his airship.
"Bwrahahaha!" He said to himself. "I will win this race and go get me some from those birds up on that cloud thing with all the women on!"
"I don't think so!" Said Venom, as he smacked Custard with a shovel!
"HEY! - Nice move!" Laughed Grix "... where'd ya learn that?!"
Venom showed Grix the lump on his head where FM had hit him earlier...
"Cool!" said Goaty - "Look at this...!"
The flashy control panel thing was quite pretty, it had flowers on, and a picture of some sailor, who looked remarkably like the Scottish guy from earler on...
"That's an EMP thingy!" Said Venom!
"Thing... a THINGY?!" Said Grix... "Oh, no... it's a thingy, we're all dooooomed!"
Goaty slapped him.
"What do you reckon we can do with this...!?" Asked Goaty..
"Well" Said Venom "It basically fúcks up all the other ships so we win...!"
"So lets have it!" Said Grix!
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"Where'd you find this?!" Asked FM...
"Oh, we stole it fromn some Custard guy! - Had to use the shovel though!"
"Riiiiight..." Replied FM... "Well, i'm all set here... the race begins in a few minutes, so we're all sorted...!"
The airships lined up...
FM piloted the Ant, with Venom was the weapons guy... Grix had loaded the banana canons, and Goaty was busy laying people out with the shovel... namely the other pilots...
"3..... 2..... 1..... - GO!" Shouted the gun firing guy who starts the race!
They were off, and the Ant was off to an amazing start...
"Where did you get those canons from anyway, Ant?" Asked Goaty
"Well, there was this guy selling fruit disguised weapons, in the market... he tried to sell be a atomic apple and some grape grenades, but I saw the banana, and thought, that's gotta be good!"
"Yeah, right..." said Grix "... anyway, listen, the race starts in about 15 minutes, so FM, if you finish the ship, Ant, you just stand around doing nothing, and Me, Venom and Goaty, will go off and see if we can sabotage the other ships..."
"Good plan!" Said Ant, as he sat back in the cockpit with a vodka cocktail...
"Grix... over here!" Goaty whispered...
Custard Boatly, the overall favourite for the race, was finishing off the adjustment to his airship.
"Bwrahahaha!" He said to himself. "I will win this race and go get me some from those birds up on that cloud thing with all the women on!"
"I don't think so!" Said Venom, as he smacked Custard with a shovel!
"HEY! - Nice move!" Laughed Grix "... where'd ya learn that?!"
Venom showed Grix the lump on his head where FM had hit him earlier...
"Cool!" said Goaty - "Look at this...!"
The flashy control panel thing was quite pretty, it had flowers on, and a picture of some sailor, who looked remarkably like the Scottish guy from earler on...
"That's an EMP thingy!" Said Venom!
"Thing... a THINGY?!" Said Grix... "Oh, no... it's a thingy, we're all dooooomed!"
Goaty slapped him.
"What do you reckon we can do with this...!?" Asked Goaty..
"Well" Said Venom "It basically fúcks up all the other ships so we win...!"
"So lets have it!" Said Grix!
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"Where'd you find this?!" Asked FM...
"Oh, we stole it fromn some Custard guy! - Had to use the shovel though!"
"Riiiiight..." Replied FM... "Well, i'm all set here... the race begins in a few minutes, so we're all sorted...!"
The airships lined up...
FM piloted the Ant, with Venom was the weapons guy... Grix had loaded the banana canons, and Goaty was busy laying people out with the shovel... namely the other pilots...
"3..... 2..... 1..... - GO!" Shouted the gun firing guy who starts the race!
They were off, and the Ant was off to an amazing start...
"Woohoo!" Yelled Pb "Time to give this baby a work-out!" He added, as he swished the light-sabre from side to side...
"The lightsabre isn't a toy!" Said Meka, flipping his up and down and burning the spiders on the wall... "Ooh! Green Blood!"
They made their way up the rest of the stairs to the reading hall where they could fight properly...
"You know..." Said Pb "There was this Sun Tzi guy that wrote an 'Art of War' book... and in it, he said that being above your enemy means you have a better vantage point, and that you have an advantage...! So don't you think it'd be better to have stayed on the stairs?!!"
"Nope... it's not as good... there are people painting a picture of this story,... "fighting on stairs"... ha, idiot!! And it's Sun Tzu, not Sun Tzi!"
"Whatever..."
"Ooh, we have company!" Said Meka...
Pb perfected his stance. "Is this where we fight loads of droids and shít like that? I mean... you know.. so we over come the odds and all?!"
"2 on 2.... odds?.. Err.. yeah, Pb... whatever!"
Meka finished his banana, readied his light-sabre, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Pb...
"Here they come!"
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"OOooohhhhh!" Said Ant, as he slid to the floor when the ship came to a stop. "That was.... interesting!"
"Woo! I have a hole!" yelled Venom as he looked at the venom shaped dent in the side of the Ant.
Goatboy laughed... "...he has a hole!!!"
"Grix just looked at Goaty... raised an eyebrow, and went back to his game of ping-pong with Louie... who just so happened to be a dab-hand at the game.
"Well..." said FM "... I think we're here!"
"'Bout time, too..." Said Ant, as he headded for the Door.
He stepped outside, and was run over by an airship.
"I am soooooooo sorry!" Came a voice...
A small, stumpy figure stepped out from behind the ship...
"Nearly run ye doown I ded!"
"You did run him down!" argued FM, as he helped Ant up...
"Aye, that I ded, but ets nooooot like driving me combine doown sooth! That was easy!"
"Listen, we've only been here 2 minutes... we can't introduce a new character yet... especially not some Scottish twát who can't drive an airship!" Said FM...
"Aye.. I thought as much... Ooh!!!! So you can fly one?!"
"Oh Please...!" replied FM in a pompous tone... "I'm the Murdock of the team... I can fly anything!"
"Ha ha ha - He can drive anything!" Laughed Goaty...
Grix looked at Goaty, Ant distracted him, and Venom smacked him with a 2by4..
"Well" Interrupted the Scotsman... "I've been sober now for 3 years...!"
Grix began to cry...
"Why?" said FM...
"Well, you see that moon there..."
"Aha!"
"Well, it's the only place where you can get beer... and it's the only place where the women don't look like your dinner after you eat!"
Vemon started to cry...
"And the only way to get there, is to float up on the orange flavoured bubble, guarded by the govenor of the town, Mr. Rob Yablind!"
"Shít!" Yelled FM! "I knew we should have gone to... somewhere, else!"
"Hold on..." Said the old man... "...it isn't all bad! We could all go up there... all 6 of us, if you could win the Shipstream Race held tomorrow at noon... think of the women and beer!"
FM and Grix didn't bother to ask anyone else... they stole the Scotsmans stuff and got to work on sup-ing the Ant up ready for tomorrows race!
Venom saw the future, and it was filled with women, delayed reactions and lots of laughter! He smiled... then cried.... Don't know why.. he just did!
"The lightsabre isn't a toy!" Said Meka, flipping his up and down and burning the spiders on the wall... "Ooh! Green Blood!"
They made their way up the rest of the stairs to the reading hall where they could fight properly...
"You know..." Said Pb "There was this Sun Tzi guy that wrote an 'Art of War' book... and in it, he said that being above your enemy means you have a better vantage point, and that you have an advantage...! So don't you think it'd be better to have stayed on the stairs?!!"
"Nope... it's not as good... there are people painting a picture of this story,... "fighting on stairs"... ha, idiot!! And it's Sun Tzu, not Sun Tzi!"
"Whatever..."
"Ooh, we have company!" Said Meka...
Pb perfected his stance. "Is this where we fight loads of droids and shít like that? I mean... you know.. so we over come the odds and all?!"
"2 on 2.... odds?.. Err.. yeah, Pb... whatever!"
Meka finished his banana, readied his light-sabre, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Pb...
"Here they come!"
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"OOooohhhhh!" Said Ant, as he slid to the floor when the ship came to a stop. "That was.... interesting!"
"Woo! I have a hole!" yelled Venom as he looked at the venom shaped dent in the side of the Ant.
Goatboy laughed... "...he has a hole!!!"
"Grix just looked at Goaty... raised an eyebrow, and went back to his game of ping-pong with Louie... who just so happened to be a dab-hand at the game.
"Well..." said FM "... I think we're here!"
"'Bout time, too..." Said Ant, as he headded for the Door.
He stepped outside, and was run over by an airship.
"I am soooooooo sorry!" Came a voice...
A small, stumpy figure stepped out from behind the ship...
"Nearly run ye doown I ded!"
"You did run him down!" argued FM, as he helped Ant up...
"Aye, that I ded, but ets nooooot like driving me combine doown sooth! That was easy!"
"Listen, we've only been here 2 minutes... we can't introduce a new character yet... especially not some Scottish twát who can't drive an airship!" Said FM...
"Aye.. I thought as much... Ooh!!!! So you can fly one?!"
"Oh Please...!" replied FM in a pompous tone... "I'm the Murdock of the team... I can fly anything!"
"Ha ha ha - He can drive anything!" Laughed Goaty...
Grix looked at Goaty, Ant distracted him, and Venom smacked him with a 2by4..
"Well" Interrupted the Scotsman... "I've been sober now for 3 years...!"
Grix began to cry...
"Why?" said FM...
"Well, you see that moon there..."
"Aha!"
"Well, it's the only place where you can get beer... and it's the only place where the women don't look like your dinner after you eat!"
Vemon started to cry...
"And the only way to get there, is to float up on the orange flavoured bubble, guarded by the govenor of the town, Mr. Rob Yablind!"
"Shít!" Yelled FM! "I knew we should have gone to... somewhere, else!"
"Hold on..." Said the old man... "...it isn't all bad! We could all go up there... all 6 of us, if you could win the Shipstream Race held tomorrow at noon... think of the women and beer!"
FM and Grix didn't bother to ask anyone else... they stole the Scotsmans stuff and got to work on sup-ing the Ant up ready for tomorrows race!
Venom saw the future, and it was filled with women, delayed reactions and lots of laughter! He smiled... then cried.... Don't know why.. he just did!
"Oh no... this place was built to last. Some say that it's even held together by magic."
The crowd oohed at the stonework as the guide led them on... Meka and Pb followed behind, arms behind their backs.
"This is where we leave." Meka said, as they came to a small boarded up entrance.
"This is where the wizards practised their magiks, so very long ago. We can't go in there, I'm afraid, because it's very dangerous, and the ceiling could collapse at any minute."
The crowd wonderered on, and Meka and Pb climbed through the boards, and into the corridor.
Pb drew his lightsaber, and used it to light the way... Meka urged him on... and they left the corridor, and entered a giant hallway.
"Just as we left it..." Meka commented, as he looked at the bookcases and reading stools... the wooden desks and candle holders, some still with half burnt candles in.
"What are we looking for?"
"The riddle of the steel... you will see..."
Meka and Pb journeyed down a spiral of steps, and found themselves before an altar...
Meka chanted, and a small stone casket opened before them.
Meka stepped forward, and took from within the silver cup. He gave it to Pb.
"What is it?" Pb asked... the cup was nowhere near smooth... the curves on the cup had been shaped oddly, spiking out at some points, ducking in at others, like a 3d pattern across the surface of the cup...
"We are not sure. We have refered to it as the riddle of the steel for many years... it is simply a cup, yes, but we know not it's purpose."
"Should someone drink from it?" Pb asked...
"Oh yes, that's fine... we have performed many tests, and all show that it's perfectly natural... but we know it holds a large purpose that it has yet to forfill."
Meka led Pb back up the stairs to the grand reading hall in which they stayed... Meka stopped, ahead of Pb, on the stairs.
"What's wrong?"
"Can you not feel it? There are two people in the reading hall... they ride horses..."
Pb closed his eyes and reached out... indeed... two dark figures upon the horses... but...
"Those are not human Meka." He said... "They are no more than skeletons..."
"Oh no... they've followed us..."
"Who?" Pb asked.
"The riders of doom, that's their professional name. It's Carl and Steve... they want the silver cup."
"Well, they can't have it... what can we do?"
"We cannot run, and we cannot hide. We must face them."
The crowd oohed at the stonework as the guide led them on... Meka and Pb followed behind, arms behind their backs.
"This is where we leave." Meka said, as they came to a small boarded up entrance.
"This is where the wizards practised their magiks, so very long ago. We can't go in there, I'm afraid, because it's very dangerous, and the ceiling could collapse at any minute."
The crowd wonderered on, and Meka and Pb climbed through the boards, and into the corridor.
Pb drew his lightsaber, and used it to light the way... Meka urged him on... and they left the corridor, and entered a giant hallway.
"Just as we left it..." Meka commented, as he looked at the bookcases and reading stools... the wooden desks and candle holders, some still with half burnt candles in.
"What are we looking for?"
"The riddle of the steel... you will see..."
Meka and Pb journeyed down a spiral of steps, and found themselves before an altar...
Meka chanted, and a small stone casket opened before them.
Meka stepped forward, and took from within the silver cup. He gave it to Pb.
"What is it?" Pb asked... the cup was nowhere near smooth... the curves on the cup had been shaped oddly, spiking out at some points, ducking in at others, like a 3d pattern across the surface of the cup...
"We are not sure. We have refered to it as the riddle of the steel for many years... it is simply a cup, yes, but we know not it's purpose."
"Should someone drink from it?" Pb asked...
"Oh yes, that's fine... we have performed many tests, and all show that it's perfectly natural... but we know it holds a large purpose that it has yet to forfill."
Meka led Pb back up the stairs to the grand reading hall in which they stayed... Meka stopped, ahead of Pb, on the stairs.
"What's wrong?"
"Can you not feel it? There are two people in the reading hall... they ride horses..."
Pb closed his eyes and reached out... indeed... two dark figures upon the horses... but...
"Those are not human Meka." He said... "They are no more than skeletons..."
"Oh no... they've followed us..."
"Who?" Pb asked.
"The riders of doom, that's their professional name. It's Carl and Steve... they want the silver cup."
"Well, they can't have it... what can we do?"
"We cannot run, and we cannot hide. We must face them."
Grix painfully popped the story. It splattered on the mirror, and he wiped it off with tissue paper.
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