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Stryke took another swig of whisky. He closed his eyes and sighed as the cool liquid travelled down his body, and damaged his liver. He knew it wouldn’t do him any good, but he didn’t care.
He stepped out from the bar, which he also knew as home, and was greeted by the evil stench of pollution. He walked down the busy streets, full of all kinds of people, most of them in rags. He was used to it by now though. The drink, drugs, prostitution, illness-it was just a daily occurrence. He heard a strange grunt from an alley, and glanced towards it’s source. He regretted it, and quickly carried on his way.
“Hey, Stryke! Over here!”
Stryke looked to his left, and saw Your Honour sitting in a Ford Escort on the side of the road. He hurried over to him, struggled to open the extremely rusty door and joined YH.
“You still got one of these? Everyone’s going round in those hover-carts now, why don’t you ya old fart?”
“Those hover-carts use petrol as well.” YH said a matter-of-factly.
“And?”
“Well, I’d prefer to be down here on the ground if I run out.” He replied, bluntly.
YH started the engine.
10 minutes later…
The car revved up, and they finally got away.
“You been watching the news?” Stryke asked between gulps of whiskey.
“Nah, I prefer Robots From Hell.”
“Well, Lord VenomByte’s planning some sort of expedition.” Stryke told him.
“Really? Where to?”
“Dunno, but I heard it’s somewhere dangerous, and he wants to try and find this necklace. It’s all powerful or something. Supposedly, his magic skills have been waning as of late. He tried to clean the whole palace using magic the other day, and ended up destroying the bathroom.”
“Oh, right. Well, I would watch the news to hear more about it, but today’s Robots From Hell is about Tony Rainbird’s experience with a rebellious 220-Series. Very interesting…”
They continued to drive through the bustling city, not knowing exactly where they were going. Fortunately, before they had driven up to the huge impending hole in the road which they had no idea was there, something caught their attention. A big crowd was gathering around something…or someone. Smoke was coming from somewhere, but it wasn’t a fire.
“Wanna check it out?” YH asked.
Stryke nodded, and as the Escort coughed to a stop, they jumped out and headed over to…whatever was going on over there.
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Stryke took another swig of whisky. He closed his eyes and sighed as the cool liquid travelled down his body, and damaged his liver. He knew it wouldn’t do him any good, but he didn’t care.
He stepped out from the bar, which he also knew as home, and was greeted by the evil stench of pollution. He walked down the busy streets, full of all kinds of people, most of them in rags. He was used to it by now though. The drink, drugs, prostitution, illness-it was just a daily occurrence. He heard a strange grunt from an alley, and glanced towards it’s source. He regretted it, and quickly carried on his way.
“Hey, Stryke! Over here!”
Stryke looked to his left, and saw Your Honour sitting in a Ford Escort on the side of the road. He hurried over to him, struggled to open the extremely rusty door and joined YH.
“You still got one of these? Everyone’s going round in those hover-carts now, why don’t you ya old fart?”
“Those hover-carts use petrol as well.” YH said a matter-of-factly.
“And?”
“Well, I’d prefer to be down here on the ground if I run out.” He replied, bluntly.
YH started the engine.
10 minutes later…
The car revved up, and they finally got away.
“You been watching the news?” Stryke asked between gulps of whiskey.
“Nah, I prefer Robots From Hell.”
“Well, Lord VenomByte’s planning some sort of expedition.” Stryke told him.
“Really? Where to?”
“Dunno, but I heard it’s somewhere dangerous, and he wants to try and find this necklace. It’s all powerful or something. Supposedly, his magic skills have been waning as of late. He tried to clean the whole palace using magic the other day, and ended up destroying the bathroom.”
“Oh, right. Well, I would watch the news to hear more about it, but today’s Robots From Hell is about Tony Rainbird’s experience with a rebellious 220-Series. Very interesting…”
They continued to drive through the bustling city, not knowing exactly where they were going. Fortunately, before they had driven up to the huge impending hole in the road which they had no idea was there, something caught their attention. A big crowd was gathering around something…or someone. Smoke was coming from somewhere, but it wasn’t a fire.
“Wanna check it out?” YH asked.
Stryke nodded, and as the Escort coughed to a stop, they jumped out and headed over to…whatever was going on over there.
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"What do you mean, yielding leaves?" asked YH
"Ah, I meant wielding. Ant can't spell, you see." said VemonByte.
" So we go to Translyvaniaiaiaiaiaia and deck some 5cm trolls. What are their names?" asked Stryke.
"Some call the 1st one Dringo."answered VemonByte.
"Is that his name?"
"No."
Stryke looked a bit puzzled at this. He saw VemonByte stroking his goatee, so he stroked his own goatee. Except he didn't have one, so he vaguely scratched at his chin. Sheepy, who had been laughing at VemonByte, got up.
"So why should we do this?" he said, still chuckling at the purple robes.
VemonByte drew himself.
"It is your duty, as my serfs."
"Your what?"
"Serfs."
"I'd like to surf." said YH, before pulling the last spring roll from his pocket. " Damn, I'm out of spring rolls. I'd better go get some more."
He wandered out of the room in search of the Chinese themed resturant that this castle would surely have.
"In the mean time, while you consider your answer, and the next author comes up with a convincing reason, please help yourself to rooms and room. DEENIS!"
They filed off, led by Deenis. Er-no took the oppurtunity to grab a tapestry from a wall, for reasons unfathomed. Stryke tripped over the aforementioned tapestry, and it could have been a slapstick moment, except I hate them. VemonByte sighed. The campness was taking over, he was sure of it. He walked over to his wardrobe. Perhaps purple had been a bad idea. He had the perfect outfit in mind. He opened the door, and gasped. It was gone! He yelled furiously:
"WHO'S TAKEN MY SHELLSUIT?!"
"Ah, I meant wielding. Ant can't spell, you see." said VemonByte.
" So we go to Translyvaniaiaiaiaiaia and deck some 5cm trolls. What are their names?" asked Stryke.
"Some call the 1st one Dringo."answered VemonByte.
"Is that his name?"
"No."
Stryke looked a bit puzzled at this. He saw VemonByte stroking his goatee, so he stroked his own goatee. Except he didn't have one, so he vaguely scratched at his chin. Sheepy, who had been laughing at VemonByte, got up.
"So why should we do this?" he said, still chuckling at the purple robes.
VemonByte drew himself.
"It is your duty, as my serfs."
"Your what?"
"Serfs."
"I'd like to surf." said YH, before pulling the last spring roll from his pocket. " Damn, I'm out of spring rolls. I'd better go get some more."
He wandered out of the room in search of the Chinese themed resturant that this castle would surely have.
"In the mean time, while you consider your answer, and the next author comes up with a convincing reason, please help yourself to rooms and room. DEENIS!"
They filed off, led by Deenis. Er-no took the oppurtunity to grab a tapestry from a wall, for reasons unfathomed. Stryke tripped over the aforementioned tapestry, and it could have been a slapstick moment, except I hate them. VemonByte sighed. The campness was taking over, he was sure of it. He walked over to his wardrobe. Perhaps purple had been a bad idea. He had the perfect outfit in mind. He opened the door, and gasped. It was gone! He yelled furiously:
"WHO'S TAKEN MY SHELLSUIT?!"
"Alright then" said VenomByte. "I think that's all you need to know. Best of luck to all of you."
"Erm... hang on. What's in this for us?" asked Stryke
"What?" replied VenomByte, slightly puzzled
"Why are we going to risk our necks, just for some trinket or other you want us to retrieve?"
"It won't be much of a story if you don't, will it?"
"Doesn't bother me. Your loss if we don't get it."
"Could you live with yourselves? Turning down the adventure of a lifetime?"
"Could you live with yourself, powers weakening and all?"
"You're bluffing."
"Try us."
"So be it. Get out of here then."
"Fine."
"Fine."
With that the group of interpid eplorers turned, and crossed the marble floor to the mighty oak double doors at the other and of the room. They had almost reached them, when VenomByte spoke
"Wait! I'm sure we can reach an agreement."
VenomByte licked his lips nervously. His bluff had been called, and he'd lost. He just had to hope none of the group could smell his fear. His fingernails dug into his antique pine throne. The group turned around, and started back toward him. Each step resounding on the marble floor echoed, thumping through his skull.
"So" he started, then paused, to steady his voice. "What incentive would you need?"
Sheepy had noticed VenomByte's nervous look, and he intended to take full advantage of it. He'd grown up on the streets, scrounging for food, trading what few artefacts he could find for food and shelter. He knew how to haggle all right.
"We want a new ford escort to replace YH's that broke down."
"Done"
Sheepy looked at his comrades, staring at him. He smiled
"Hah. Made him pay through the nose for that one."
"Erm... hang on. What's in this for us?" asked Stryke
"What?" replied VenomByte, slightly puzzled
"Why are we going to risk our necks, just for some trinket or other you want us to retrieve?"
"It won't be much of a story if you don't, will it?"
"Doesn't bother me. Your loss if we don't get it."
"Could you live with yourselves? Turning down the adventure of a lifetime?"
"Could you live with yourself, powers weakening and all?"
"You're bluffing."
"Try us."
"So be it. Get out of here then."
"Fine."
"Fine."
With that the group of interpid eplorers turned, and crossed the marble floor to the mighty oak double doors at the other and of the room. They had almost reached them, when VenomByte spoke
"Wait! I'm sure we can reach an agreement."
VenomByte licked his lips nervously. His bluff had been called, and he'd lost. He just had to hope none of the group could smell his fear. His fingernails dug into his antique pine throne. The group turned around, and started back toward him. Each step resounding on the marble floor echoed, thumping through his skull.
"So" he started, then paused, to steady his voice. "What incentive would you need?"
Sheepy had noticed VenomByte's nervous look, and he intended to take full advantage of it. He'd grown up on the streets, scrounging for food, trading what few artefacts he could find for food and shelter. He knew how to haggle all right.
"We want a new ford escort to replace YH's that broke down."
"Done"
Sheepy looked at his comrades, staring at him. He smiled
"Hah. Made him pay through the nose for that one."
"Aaaarrrrggggghhhhhhhh!" Screamed Ant, at the disgusting thing in front of him. He wanted to claw his eyes out, to stop from seeing that horrific thing again. Instead, he made do with turning and running down the corridor, back where he had come.
Goatboy, shellsuit rustling like a tree in the wind, chased after Ant. After only a few strides though, he felt a pain in his chest, breathing was becoming difficult. With horror, Goatboy realised that his braces were rubbing painfully on his nipple.
He stopped running, and started to massage it better. He quickly remembered his task, though.
"Stop!" He shouted to Ant. Ant looked over his shoulder, saw he was a goodly distance away, and stopped. He still felt scared, but his legs ached as whe was unfit after being caged in his cell for 4 years.
"What do you want?" Shouted Ant, "Why were you chasing me?"
"Because you ran away," replied Goaty, matter-of-factly. "I have a message for you. From the Council of Ten."
Ant's heart missed a beat. The Concil Of Ten? Could it be? He'd wanted to fin out about them ever since he'd heard the prophecy.
"How can I trust you?"
"You can't."
"Great."
"But you should, because I'm being honest with you."
"That's hardly a fantastic explanation."
"It's the best I've got." Shrugged Goaty.
Ant realised that he was lost anyway. He could always follow Goatboy out of the palace, and then make his escape.
"Ok, I'll go with you."
He walked back to Goaty, and followed him this way and that, through stone passageways until they emerged into the late afternoon sun.
"My car is over here, let's go." There was force in Goaty's voice.
Ant seemed to lose his own free will. He couldn't run, couldn't control his legs! Without wanting to, he found himself walking toward the hover car that was a little way down the road.
The drive (or should that be flight?), was a quick one. Straight out of the city, over some desert, towards a forested area.
"This is a prety swift car Goaty." Said Ant, as he looked at the ground fly past beneath him.
"We're here." Goaty stopped the car.
Ant got out, and followed the still rustling shell suit through the trees...
Goatboy, shellsuit rustling like a tree in the wind, chased after Ant. After only a few strides though, he felt a pain in his chest, breathing was becoming difficult. With horror, Goatboy realised that his braces were rubbing painfully on his nipple.
He stopped running, and started to massage it better. He quickly remembered his task, though.
"Stop!" He shouted to Ant. Ant looked over his shoulder, saw he was a goodly distance away, and stopped. He still felt scared, but his legs ached as whe was unfit after being caged in his cell for 4 years.
"What do you want?" Shouted Ant, "Why were you chasing me?"
"Because you ran away," replied Goaty, matter-of-factly. "I have a message for you. From the Council of Ten."
Ant's heart missed a beat. The Concil Of Ten? Could it be? He'd wanted to fin out about them ever since he'd heard the prophecy.
"How can I trust you?"
"You can't."
"Great."
"But you should, because I'm being honest with you."
"That's hardly a fantastic explanation."
"It's the best I've got." Shrugged Goaty.
Ant realised that he was lost anyway. He could always follow Goatboy out of the palace, and then make his escape.
"Ok, I'll go with you."
He walked back to Goaty, and followed him this way and that, through stone passageways until they emerged into the late afternoon sun.
"My car is over here, let's go." There was force in Goaty's voice.
Ant seemed to lose his own free will. He couldn't run, couldn't control his legs! Without wanting to, he found himself walking toward the hover car that was a little way down the road.
The drive (or should that be flight?), was a quick one. Straight out of the city, over some desert, towards a forested area.
"This is a prety swift car Goaty." Said Ant, as he looked at the ground fly past beneath him.
"We're here." Goaty stopped the car.
Ant got out, and followed the still rustling shell suit through the trees...
Romania, Transylvania...
Some trolls stood in the deep forest, guarding the underground chamber which they had been guarding for 150 years or so.
"You know..." Troll 1 said, "has anyone actually ever come here? To try and get into the chamber?"
"Well, in the 157 years I've been here," Troll 2 replied, "No."
Another Troll arrived on the scene, also known as News Troll.
"News Troll? What is the news?" Troll 2 asked.
You know..." Troll 1 began, "in all the years News Troll has been bringing us news...has he actually ever given us any decent news?"
"Well, in the 157 years I've been here, no." Troll 2 told him.
"There is news," News Troll said.
"Really!?"
"Yes."
Troll 3 fainted, and was bitten by a venomous snake which had been camouflaging itself in the deep grass. The forest was very dark, and was packed with trees, bushes, plants, flowers and animals of all kinds. It was also very deep, and many a time searchers for the chamber had got themselves lost, and never been seen again...In fact, no, no one had ever searched for the chamber.
"The news is that a group of travellers are soon to come, searching the for deep underground chamber we guard." News Troll told them.
"Well! We better get ready to fight then!" Troll 1 exclaimed, and the group all got themselves into fighting poses, where they would wait like that for a few days...
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"The underground chamber is guarded bya group of trolls, yeilding...erm...leaves." VenomByte told them.
"Will we have to fight them?" YH asked.
"Well, yes I suppose. But considering they're only 5cm tall they should be of no trouble."
Some trolls stood in the deep forest, guarding the underground chamber which they had been guarding for 150 years or so.
"You know..." Troll 1 said, "has anyone actually ever come here? To try and get into the chamber?"
"Well, in the 157 years I've been here," Troll 2 replied, "No."
Another Troll arrived on the scene, also known as News Troll.
"News Troll? What is the news?" Troll 2 asked.
You know..." Troll 1 began, "in all the years News Troll has been bringing us news...has he actually ever given us any decent news?"
"Well, in the 157 years I've been here, no." Troll 2 told him.
"There is news," News Troll said.
"Really!?"
"Yes."
Troll 3 fainted, and was bitten by a venomous snake which had been camouflaging itself in the deep grass. The forest was very dark, and was packed with trees, bushes, plants, flowers and animals of all kinds. It was also very deep, and many a time searchers for the chamber had got themselves lost, and never been seen again...In fact, no, no one had ever searched for the chamber.
"The news is that a group of travellers are soon to come, searching the for deep underground chamber we guard." News Troll told them.
"Well! We better get ready to fight then!" Troll 1 exclaimed, and the group all got themselves into fighting poses, where they would wait like that for a few days...
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"The underground chamber is guarded bya group of trolls, yeilding...erm...leaves." VenomByte told them.
"Will we have to fight them?" YH asked.
"Well, yes I suppose. But considering they're only 5cm tall they should be of no trouble."
"The task is a simple one" VenomByte continued. "I wish you to retrieve the necklace of necropotence. The last I heard, it lies in a deep underground chamber, somewhere in the mountains of Dúmp."
Sheepy couldn't help himself
"Mountains of dump? hahaha!"
"No! Dúmp! There's an accent on the u, see? It's pronounced doomp." VenomByte's menacing glare eventually silenced Sheepys continued sniggers, despite the goatee. "Where are they then?" Yh inquired
"Ah... it's a quaint old place, in Romania."
"Where?"
VenomByte turned and paused. A dramatic pause, heightening the tension. Silence was as effective as words, when used correctly. This was definitely a good silence. He surveyed the haphazard group around him, all hanging on his next word. A great silence. No, too much perhaps. he should probably talk soon. This just made him look like he'd forgotten what he was going to say. B****r.
"Transylvania."
Then everyone was silent.
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And pressed himself against the wall, hoping to avoid being noticed by whoever, or whatever, was in the shadows. Ant squinted into the darkness, but the movement had stopped. He couldn't see a thing. Presently, he mustered the courage to move onwards, towards the stairs at the end of the corridor. What he saw there would haunt his dreams for the rest of his life.
Shellsuit trousers. With braces.
Sheepy couldn't help himself
"Mountains of dump? hahaha!"
"No! Dúmp! There's an accent on the u, see? It's pronounced doomp." VenomByte's menacing glare eventually silenced Sheepys continued sniggers, despite the goatee. "Where are they then?" Yh inquired
"Ah... it's a quaint old place, in Romania."
"Where?"
VenomByte turned and paused. A dramatic pause, heightening the tension. Silence was as effective as words, when used correctly. This was definitely a good silence. He surveyed the haphazard group around him, all hanging on his next word. A great silence. No, too much perhaps. he should probably talk soon. This just made him look like he'd forgotten what he was going to say. B****r.
"Transylvania."
Then everyone was silent.
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And pressed himself against the wall, hoping to avoid being noticed by whoever, or whatever, was in the shadows. Ant squinted into the darkness, but the movement had stopped. He couldn't see a thing. Presently, he mustered the courage to move onwards, towards the stairs at the end of the corridor. What he saw there would haunt his dreams for the rest of his life.
Shellsuit trousers. With braces.
Sméagol got shot in the head and died. Never to be mention in the story again, or add to the story either.
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Ant was lost. He'd left his cell and tried to follow the voices that sounded familiar to him. But it was almost as if the palace new his thoughts, for the voices echoed around him, as if coming from every direction at once.
Ant picked his direction, and set off, determined to find his friends. Or at least who he thought were his friends.
Ant looked around at his surroundings, stone walls with moss and little rivulets of water running down. He guessed this part of the palace must have been exceedingly old, but how old he couldn't fathom.
Guessing he was in the lower regions of the palace he searched for a stairway to take him back up to ground level. Weak light filtered down, making the hallways dark and dingy.
Finally, he spotted something along the hall that looked like it could have been a stairway. As he approached, the shadows moved...
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"I have a task for you, as I said." Repeated Lord Venom, while YH pulled another spring roll from his pocket. "What is it with you and spring rolls!??!" Screamed Lord Venom.
"Er.... sorry."
"I should think so. You're getting crumbs all over my persian rug."
"Hur hur."
"Shut it Sheepy."
"Sorry boss."
"I'll just finish this last roll, and that'll be it. Promise guv'nor" Said YH.
"Good."
YH proceded to eat the spring roll in the most crumb spreading way possible. Breaking buts off with his finger,s instead of eating it properly. Halfway through he walked over to sit in a chair, spreading crumbs as he went.
Venom stood in the corner, fuming.
"Are you *quite* finished?" Hissed Venom.
"Yup, lkast bit's just gone down."
"How nice." replied Venom, with maximum sarcasm.
"AS I said, I have a task for you. But I don't know what it is. So I shall let the next author write about it. Something about a neecklace, I think."
"Necklace? Poof."
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Ant was lost. He'd left his cell and tried to follow the voices that sounded familiar to him. But it was almost as if the palace new his thoughts, for the voices echoed around him, as if coming from every direction at once.
Ant picked his direction, and set off, determined to find his friends. Or at least who he thought were his friends.
Ant looked around at his surroundings, stone walls with moss and little rivulets of water running down. He guessed this part of the palace must have been exceedingly old, but how old he couldn't fathom.
Guessing he was in the lower regions of the palace he searched for a stairway to take him back up to ground level. Weak light filtered down, making the hallways dark and dingy.
Finally, he spotted something along the hall that looked like it could have been a stairway. As he approached, the shadows moved...
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"I have a task for you, as I said." Repeated Lord Venom, while YH pulled another spring roll from his pocket. "What is it with you and spring rolls!??!" Screamed Lord Venom.
"Er.... sorry."
"I should think so. You're getting crumbs all over my persian rug."
"Hur hur."
"Shut it Sheepy."
"Sorry boss."
"I'll just finish this last roll, and that'll be it. Promise guv'nor" Said YH.
"Good."
YH proceded to eat the spring roll in the most crumb spreading way possible. Breaking buts off with his finger,s instead of eating it properly. Halfway through he walked over to sit in a chair, spreading crumbs as he went.
Venom stood in the corner, fuming.
"Are you *quite* finished?" Hissed Venom.
"Yup, lkast bit's just gone down."
"How nice." replied Venom, with maximum sarcasm.
"AS I said, I have a task for you. But I don't know what it is. So I shall let the next author write about it. Something about a neecklace, I think."
"Necklace? Poof."
Ant groaned as he woke up in his cell. His head hurt. All of him hurt. He pulled himself up to the bars of his cell, scouring the corridor with bloodshot eyes. He heard...footsteps approaching. He looked wildly about. Then he heard voices. Voices that sounded oddly familiar. Then they were gone, into the distance. Ant sat back, down, weary. Then the voices came back into focus, he heard them clearly.
" YH? Stryke?" he yelled, his voice hoarse.
The voices stopped briefly, then carried on, fading away.
Ant stood back. He knew this would be his best chance of escape in a long long time. He closed his eyes, and placed his hands about half a foot apart. A bead of sweat dripped down his face, and a miniscule ball of raging blue appeared between his hands. He groaned with the strain, and the ball expanded, hovering there between his hands. This was the furthest he had ever got, and he needed more. Much more. He sat cross-legged, head bowed. He breathed heavily, mustering up the resolve. Then his eyes snapped open, and the raging blue ball of fire shot forward, exploding into the door. It erupted in flames, and Ant charged at it, smashing it from it's weakened hinges. It crashed outwards, and Ant sprinted out, after the voices he heard.
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"So, VemonByte, we meet again." snarled YH, as they were entering the hall.
"Stop it with the melodrama." ordered VemonByte, turning around. Stryke laughed, quickly stifling it.
" VemonByte, is that a ponytail?!" he chortled.
"Oh, and will you look at those robes." smiled er-no. "So you!"
"That goatee..." YH started, but was unable to continue, as they all collapsed in laughter.
VemonByte snarled in anger, and extended a hand. All of them suddenly had bunches of flowers in their hands. VemonByte looked puzzled.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH! You're as camp as Christmas!" laughed Sheepy, still on the floor. YH pulled a spring roll from his pocket and munched on it.
"Hmph." sighed VemonByte. "I bequeath thee with a quest."
"Did you say bequeath?!" said Stryke, collapsing with laughter again.
"I'M ALL MAN!" yelled VemonByte. This caused YH to partly choke with laughter.
"Sssh, you." VemonByte was angry now.
They were still laughing. VemonByte groaned. He was trying to be an arch villian here.
"Goldfinger never had to put up with this crap." he muttered. VemonByte decided he needed a migdet sidekick, then he could be taken seriously...
" YH? Stryke?" he yelled, his voice hoarse.
The voices stopped briefly, then carried on, fading away.
Ant stood back. He knew this would be his best chance of escape in a long long time. He closed his eyes, and placed his hands about half a foot apart. A bead of sweat dripped down his face, and a miniscule ball of raging blue appeared between his hands. He groaned with the strain, and the ball expanded, hovering there between his hands. This was the furthest he had ever got, and he needed more. Much more. He sat cross-legged, head bowed. He breathed heavily, mustering up the resolve. Then his eyes snapped open, and the raging blue ball of fire shot forward, exploding into the door. It erupted in flames, and Ant charged at it, smashing it from it's weakened hinges. It crashed outwards, and Ant sprinted out, after the voices he heard.
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"So, VemonByte, we meet again." snarled YH, as they were entering the hall.
"Stop it with the melodrama." ordered VemonByte, turning around. Stryke laughed, quickly stifling it.
" VemonByte, is that a ponytail?!" he chortled.
"Oh, and will you look at those robes." smiled er-no. "So you!"
"That goatee..." YH started, but was unable to continue, as they all collapsed in laughter.
VemonByte snarled in anger, and extended a hand. All of them suddenly had bunches of flowers in their hands. VemonByte looked puzzled.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH! You're as camp as Christmas!" laughed Sheepy, still on the floor. YH pulled a spring roll from his pocket and munched on it.
"Hmph." sighed VemonByte. "I bequeath thee with a quest."
"Did you say bequeath?!" said Stryke, collapsing with laughter again.
"I'M ALL MAN!" yelled VemonByte. This caused YH to partly choke with laughter.
"Sssh, you." VemonByte was angry now.
They were still laughing. VemonByte groaned. He was trying to be an arch villian here.
"Goldfinger never had to put up with this crap." he muttered. VemonByte decided he needed a migdet sidekick, then he could be taken seriously...
Crawling ever so quietly, Smeagol-Brother of Deagol watches from the distance surveying something glinting within the stagnant ruins ahead.
"wee must have ittt", he grumbles, as he creeps ever closer, never failing to stumble upon the muddy d***s, as he tried to conceal himself behind the few Rushes that where available to him.
Just then, a crunching noise could be heard, ever so faint. Smeagol grappled the stalks of the rushes to peer out, to see what was making the sound.
The noise increased, it got louder and louder, then the sound changed for the worst.
The thrushes that had been chirping continuously within the trees had ceased their chorus, something was looming at the gates, or so it seemed to smeagol. The noise turned from a crunch, to a mighty gurgle of wrath, Something tall threatening and dangerous was approaching the walls, its shadow filled the ground and Grey walls ahead.
"Ahhh, it's him, it'sss him!" Smeagol cried over the din that was emanating.
Something indeed was about to happen. Smeagol closed over the rushes he had used to look out; and cowared for fear.
"wee must have ittt", he grumbles, as he creeps ever closer, never failing to stumble upon the muddy d***s, as he tried to conceal himself behind the few Rushes that where available to him.
Just then, a crunching noise could be heard, ever so faint. Smeagol grappled the stalks of the rushes to peer out, to see what was making the sound.
The noise increased, it got louder and louder, then the sound changed for the worst.
The thrushes that had been chirping continuously within the trees had ceased their chorus, something was looming at the gates, or so it seemed to smeagol. The noise turned from a crunch, to a mighty gurgle of wrath, Something tall threatening and dangerous was approaching the walls, its shadow filled the ground and Grey walls ahead.
"Ahhh, it's him, it'sss him!" Smeagol cried over the din that was emanating.
Something indeed was about to happen. Smeagol closed over the rushes he had used to look out; and cowared for fear.
They stepped into the massive palace, and were shocked at what they saw. They were expecting beautiful paintings, large windows, hundreds of ornaments and statues. But what they found was...well, it all seemed very dark and damp.
A lot of the inside was made of stone, and there was only the 1 painting hanging on the wall. It was a man, sitting on a chair. Nothing else. No description or anything.
"How'd you find your way around this place?" Stryke asked Deenis.
Deenis looked bemused, "What?"
"I mean, look, it's so dark! And how do you live with that smell?"
"Well, you get used to it. I know where everthing is, so I have no need for light. And although this may surprise you, the palace is quite old, and it's so big that it doesn't get cleaned all that often, so no wonder there's a bit of a smell."
Stryke nodded, pretending to understand. However, he was deepy puzzled. Why was it like this? Even if VenomByte had lost his powers, earlier on he could've had a beautiful, new palace, rather than the old, rather castle-like home he appeared to be residing in now.
"Please, come this way," Deenis beckoned them through a large wooden door, which creaked extremely loudly and echoed through the empty halls.
They stepped into a long hallway, and although the walls were much cleaner and weren't made of stone, it still seemed very dark. Not dark as in hard to see though, dark as in quite evil and strange.
As they contiuned on their way, they came across the painting again. The exact same one, a complete replica, hanging in the middle of one wall. No, YH noticed as he looked to his right, both walls.
"Can I ask...what are these paintings all about?" He questioned Deenis.
No reply.
"Erm...Deenis? These paintings, I saw another one in the main hall or wherever it was? What are they about?"
Nothing.
"Deenis?" Sheepy said, a tremble in his voice.
"Yes?"
"The paintings? What are they about?" They asked for the third time.
Silence.
YH was about to speak up again when they came to another door, and Deenis said, "please go through, Lord VenomByte is waiting for you."
He then walked back the way they came, leaving them all very confused over what was going on.
A lot of the inside was made of stone, and there was only the 1 painting hanging on the wall. It was a man, sitting on a chair. Nothing else. No description or anything.
"How'd you find your way around this place?" Stryke asked Deenis.
Deenis looked bemused, "What?"
"I mean, look, it's so dark! And how do you live with that smell?"
"Well, you get used to it. I know where everthing is, so I have no need for light. And although this may surprise you, the palace is quite old, and it's so big that it doesn't get cleaned all that often, so no wonder there's a bit of a smell."
Stryke nodded, pretending to understand. However, he was deepy puzzled. Why was it like this? Even if VenomByte had lost his powers, earlier on he could've had a beautiful, new palace, rather than the old, rather castle-like home he appeared to be residing in now.
"Please, come this way," Deenis beckoned them through a large wooden door, which creaked extremely loudly and echoed through the empty halls.
They stepped into a long hallway, and although the walls were much cleaner and weren't made of stone, it still seemed very dark. Not dark as in hard to see though, dark as in quite evil and strange.
As they contiuned on their way, they came across the painting again. The exact same one, a complete replica, hanging in the middle of one wall. No, YH noticed as he looked to his right, both walls.
"Can I ask...what are these paintings all about?" He questioned Deenis.
No reply.
"Erm...Deenis? These paintings, I saw another one in the main hall or wherever it was? What are they about?"
Nothing.
"Deenis?" Sheepy said, a tremble in his voice.
"Yes?"
"The paintings? What are they about?" They asked for the third time.
Silence.
YH was about to speak up again when they came to another door, and Deenis said, "please go through, Lord VenomByte is waiting for you."
He then walked back the way they came, leaving them all very confused over what was going on.
The Ford Escort pulled up in front of VenomByte's palace. It was big and black. VenomByte liked black, it seemed. The palace seemed somehow to be in shadow, despite the midday sun beating down on the surrounding area. YH got out of the car, and the rest of the group joined him.
"Thanks for pushing me the rest of the way" YH said, gratefully.
An armed soldier approached them from a sentry box, and spoke in an a tone of authority.
"Halt, who goes there!"
"I am Stryke, son of Smyke, and these are my companions. Who might you be?"
"I am Deenis, son of P-"
"Greetings, Deenis" Stryke quickly replied "Can you take us to VenomByte or not?"
"He has been expecting you. Please follow me."
"But how did he know we were coming?"
The guard said nothing.
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Where had it all gone wrong? VenomByte wasn't sure. There he was though, in page six of The Sun, under the heading "VenomByte seeks a necklace to go with his ponytail".
Perhaps the ponytail had been a mistake. He wasn't quite sure what had possesed him to grow a goatee either. Still, at least his purple robes were quite fetching.
'Damn' thought VenomByte. I just used the word 'fetching'. It was no good. This next expedition had to succeed. He didn't have long left. It had been three months since he'd been on the recieveing end of the 'slight campness and bad taste spell', and despite his best countermagic, it was starting to show. Nobody yet knew that this was his real motive for seeking the necklace. It was the only way to reverse the spell. He had to reverse the spell. And then.... oh yes, he'd have his revenge then...
"Thanks for pushing me the rest of the way" YH said, gratefully.
An armed soldier approached them from a sentry box, and spoke in an a tone of authority.
"Halt, who goes there!"
"I am Stryke, son of Smyke, and these are my companions. Who might you be?"
"I am Deenis, son of P-"
"Greetings, Deenis" Stryke quickly replied "Can you take us to VenomByte or not?"
"He has been expecting you. Please follow me."
"But how did he know we were coming?"
The guard said nothing.
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Where had it all gone wrong? VenomByte wasn't sure. There he was though, in page six of The Sun, under the heading "VenomByte seeks a necklace to go with his ponytail".
Perhaps the ponytail had been a mistake. He wasn't quite sure what had possesed him to grow a goatee either. Still, at least his purple robes were quite fetching.
'Damn' thought VenomByte. I just used the word 'fetching'. It was no good. This next expedition had to succeed. He didn't have long left. It had been three months since he'd been on the recieveing end of the 'slight campness and bad taste spell', and despite his best countermagic, it was starting to show. Nobody yet knew that this was his real motive for seeking the necklace. It was the only way to reverse the spell. He had to reverse the spell. And then.... oh yes, he'd have his revenge then...
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