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SNIPER was bored. So what if monsters had begun attacking the city again? There was nothing he could do about it. If those other stupid idiots he sometimes called his friends wanted to try to stop them, let them. He didn't want to go looking for any stupid sword.
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"So where the hell has SNIPER gone now?" asked Your Honour, turning to the other members of the party.
Grix shrugged, there were much bigger things to worry about than the whereabouts of SNIPER.
Ant however had seen SNIPER disappear, so decided to speak up "Well, he said we were a bunch of stupid morons trying to find this sword, and went off that way." Ant pointed towards a meadow.
"Well if he doesn't care about our homes being destroyed and us being enslaved then so be it. I do, and I vow to find the Sword of Nogard, and slay those foul beasts that attack our homes!" Cried Your Honour, and the three of them set off into the forest.
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SNIPER continued to wander through the meadow, it was a beautiful day, the suns were bright and the sky clear. Walking through the waist high grass amongst the butterfly was something that always helped to cheer SNIPER up. Maybe he should catch up with his friends he thought, and he too headed for the forest.
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pb marched up to FantasyMeister. "You can't keep sending our men out to die! We only have limited resources, and cannot fight them out there in the fields!"
"Then what would you suggest pb, letting those beasts inside our city walls, letting them slaughter our wives and feed on our children?" Replied FM looking down on pb.
"But we cannot hold out forever. We need help!" said pb shaking his head, as he walked away.
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SNIPER's mood had again changed for the worse. Where were those stupid idiots now? SNIPER looked round to see something catching the light in a clearing nearby. Maybe it was his friends! He ran into the clearing.
Moments later he realised that it was not his friends in the clearing, but something much more special. Stuck in the ground was a sword. The sword of Nogard! As SNIPER approached it he suddenly felt a chill in the air. The skies had clouded over, and the wind had picked up to such an extent that the trees creaked. If SNIPER could retrieve the sword, he would be a hero! No more would he be laughed at!
SNIPER grabbed the sword and pulled with all of his might. He could feel the first drops of a violent rain storm lash against his face. Still he pulled on the sword, until it gave up it's hold on the ground. SNIPER could feel great power within him as he held it.
He held it toward the skies as a sign of victory.
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Grix didn't like this change in the weather. Not one bit. Why had it changed so suddenly? He could feel something strange in the air. "That way!" He cried, pointing towards a clearing nearby as thunder crashed in his ears and lightning lit up the skies.
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"Aaaarghhhh!" Cried SNIPER as he was thrown to the ground. A lightning bolt had struck the sword and flowed through his body.
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Your Honour was the first into the clearing. "It's SNIPER" he said, "Or at least it was...." he said, looking at the charred remains of his former companion.
"It looks as if we weren't the first at the scene" Said Ant, pointing towards some footprints leading out of the clearing. Next to these was a strange track, much like that that would be left be a sword, being dragged through grass........
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"So where the hell has SNIPER gone now?" asked Your Honour, turning to the other members of the party.
Grix shrugged, there were much bigger things to worry about than the whereabouts of SNIPER.
Ant however had seen SNIPER disappear, so decided to speak up "Well, he said we were a bunch of stupid morons trying to find this sword, and went off that way." Ant pointed towards a meadow.
"Well if he doesn't care about our homes being destroyed and us being enslaved then so be it. I do, and I vow to find the Sword of Nogard, and slay those foul beasts that attack our homes!" Cried Your Honour, and the three of them set off into the forest.
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SNIPER continued to wander through the meadow, it was a beautiful day, the suns were bright and the sky clear. Walking through the waist high grass amongst the butterfly was something that always helped to cheer SNIPER up. Maybe he should catch up with his friends he thought, and he too headed for the forest.
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pb marched up to FantasyMeister. "You can't keep sending our men out to die! We only have limited resources, and cannot fight them out there in the fields!"
"Then what would you suggest pb, letting those beasts inside our city walls, letting them slaughter our wives and feed on our children?" Replied FM looking down on pb.
"But we cannot hold out forever. We need help!" said pb shaking his head, as he walked away.
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SNIPER's mood had again changed for the worse. Where were those stupid idiots now? SNIPER looked round to see something catching the light in a clearing nearby. Maybe it was his friends! He ran into the clearing.
Moments later he realised that it was not his friends in the clearing, but something much more special. Stuck in the ground was a sword. The sword of Nogard! As SNIPER approached it he suddenly felt a chill in the air. The skies had clouded over, and the wind had picked up to such an extent that the trees creaked. If SNIPER could retrieve the sword, he would be a hero! No more would he be laughed at!
SNIPER grabbed the sword and pulled with all of his might. He could feel the first drops of a violent rain storm lash against his face. Still he pulled on the sword, until it gave up it's hold on the ground. SNIPER could feel great power within him as he held it.
He held it toward the skies as a sign of victory.
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Grix didn't like this change in the weather. Not one bit. Why had it changed so suddenly? He could feel something strange in the air. "That way!" He cried, pointing towards a clearing nearby as thunder crashed in his ears and lightning lit up the skies.
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"Aaaarghhhh!" Cried SNIPER as he was thrown to the ground. A lightning bolt had struck the sword and flowed through his body.
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Your Honour was the first into the clearing. "It's SNIPER" he said, "Or at least it was...." he said, looking at the charred remains of his former companion.
"It looks as if we weren't the first at the scene" Said Ant, pointing towards some footprints leading out of the clearing. Next to these was a strange track, much like that that would be left be a sword, being dragged through grass........
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"We play Sherades instead."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Ant screamed, and began running round like a wild goose, pulling his hair out.
"Don't like Frustration then, Ant?"
Ant stopped running around and said, "That's putting it mildly."
"Okay then. Instead of that we..."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Ant screamed, and began running round like a wild goose, pulling his hair out.
"Don't like Frustration then, Ant?"
Ant stopped running around and said, "That's putting it mildly."
"Okay then. Instead of that we..."
Safety Conscious Nevile sat apon his throne of gold, sipping a glass of milk...
The main doors slammed open, and the Orc King strode up to the throne...
"GET OUT OF MY THRONE! YOU'VE GONE TOO FAR THIS TIME!"
He was pretty angry.
SCN got up... and the Orc King remembered what happened to the previous one...
"I have little use for you any more..." SCN said, ignoring the Orc Kings threat. "...Little more than a small itch, ready to be scratched away."
The Orc king stepped back... nearly tripping over his red cloak...
SCN pulled out a gun, and shot the Orc King square in the head... he fell to the floor...
In his dying breath, the Orc King grabbed SCN's leg as he tried to walk past...
SCN looked back down on the Orc King... "Fear Bill Gates. He was returned."
The Overlord fired again.
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"What time does food get delivered?"
Sniper frowned. "I don't know, I don't have a watch."
"What about the clock on the wall?"
"It's analogue."
Grix sighed... looked like it was going to be a while before they could try to escape...
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"Ok. So we don't play Twister then."
"Then what do we do?" Ant asked...
Meka stepped forward. "We..."
The main doors slammed open, and the Orc King strode up to the throne...
"GET OUT OF MY THRONE! YOU'VE GONE TOO FAR THIS TIME!"
He was pretty angry.
SCN got up... and the Orc King remembered what happened to the previous one...
"I have little use for you any more..." SCN said, ignoring the Orc Kings threat. "...Little more than a small itch, ready to be scratched away."
The Orc king stepped back... nearly tripping over his red cloak...
SCN pulled out a gun, and shot the Orc King square in the head... he fell to the floor...
In his dying breath, the Orc King grabbed SCN's leg as he tried to walk past...
SCN looked back down on the Orc King... "Fear Bill Gates. He was returned."
The Overlord fired again.
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"What time does food get delivered?"
Sniper frowned. "I don't know, I don't have a watch."
"What about the clock on the wall?"
"It's analogue."
Grix sighed... looked like it was going to be a while before they could try to escape...
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"Ok. So we don't play Twister then."
"Then what do we do?" Ant asked...
Meka stepped forward. "We..."
On his way he popped the topic
It was night time when Dan took the Sword and Staff and went off.
HE had sensed the great evil power ahead and it would take more than just 2 Dans to deal with it.
He had unleashed from within him, the great warrior, Dan uk of the Diamond Sword, and the masterful soucerer Dan2K1 but now he needed Dan of the M16 gun and the elusive Dan of Darkness.
It would take all their powers combined to bring down this foe so that the magic sword could finish it off for good.
Dan travelled west in search of the M16 gun.
HE had sensed the great evil power ahead and it would take more than just 2 Dans to deal with it.
He had unleashed from within him, the great warrior, Dan uk of the Diamond Sword, and the masterful soucerer Dan2K1 but now he needed Dan of the M16 gun and the elusive Dan of Darkness.
It would take all their powers combined to bring down this foe so that the magic sword could finish it off for good.
Dan travelled west in search of the M16 gun.
"There really was no need to make a speech after winning a teddy on the 'hook a duck' game" pb said to FM.
"I was just having my moment, okay? It makes up for the abysmal performance I put on when I followed out the dance troupé. Now what was it you said you found?" FM asked.
"It's the sword."
"Really?"
"Yes"
"You sure?"
"Yes"
"This early on in the story?"
"Yes"
"Oh. Does that not mean we're near the end of the story?"
"No" pb replied.
FantasyMeister lookd down at the sword. There was something missing from the hilt. An a small, round, gap, where something belonged. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out the brown box. He opened it. Inside lay a glittering sapphire. FM took it out, and placed it in the hilt of the sword. A perfect fit. It seemed to almost 'fuse' with the sword, and as it did so, the sword took on an unnatural glow. FM was feeling particularly pleased with himself. He'd single handedly killed off two subplots in one scene.
All they needed to do now, was wait for someone to think of something to do with the sword. Preferably something which didn't involve a fight scene, because they were always quite dull.
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Sheepy approached the two statues. "One always lies, and one always tells the truth" he remembered being told.
Not that he could remember who told him, or even where he was, but he knew he had to choose the right door.
Two statues. Two doors. One question. One answer from each statue. One correct door to choose.
Simple. Everyone knew the answer to this puzzle, didn't they?
He approached the statues, and racked his brains for the correct question......
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The group in the kitchen enjoyed their cups of tea, except venombyte, who didn't much like tea. Secretly, he didn't believe that anyone else did either, and that they just drank it because it's just what people are supposed to do.
Ant was thinking.... about his daydream. He had dreamt they were in a taxi, following someone...
Obviously it must have been a dream, because they'd been here all along, hadn't they?
YH was thinking.... where was Grix? and FM and pb?
Meka was thinking... but not about anything relevant.
The door opened. Dan walked in, breathlessly, carrying a bag. He shoved the bag on the table. The group were silent. Dan sat down and turned to look at them. He said nothing, and opened the bag. he pulled out a box.
"Who's for twister?" he said.
"I was just having my moment, okay? It makes up for the abysmal performance I put on when I followed out the dance troupé. Now what was it you said you found?" FM asked.
"It's the sword."
"Really?"
"Yes"
"You sure?"
"Yes"
"This early on in the story?"
"Yes"
"Oh. Does that not mean we're near the end of the story?"
"No" pb replied.
FantasyMeister lookd down at the sword. There was something missing from the hilt. An a small, round, gap, where something belonged. He reached into his pocket, and pulled out the brown box. He opened it. Inside lay a glittering sapphire. FM took it out, and placed it in the hilt of the sword. A perfect fit. It seemed to almost 'fuse' with the sword, and as it did so, the sword took on an unnatural glow. FM was feeling particularly pleased with himself. He'd single handedly killed off two subplots in one scene.
All they needed to do now, was wait for someone to think of something to do with the sword. Preferably something which didn't involve a fight scene, because they were always quite dull.
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Sheepy approached the two statues. "One always lies, and one always tells the truth" he remembered being told.
Not that he could remember who told him, or even where he was, but he knew he had to choose the right door.
Two statues. Two doors. One question. One answer from each statue. One correct door to choose.
Simple. Everyone knew the answer to this puzzle, didn't they?
He approached the statues, and racked his brains for the correct question......
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The group in the kitchen enjoyed their cups of tea, except venombyte, who didn't much like tea. Secretly, he didn't believe that anyone else did either, and that they just drank it because it's just what people are supposed to do.
Ant was thinking.... about his daydream. He had dreamt they were in a taxi, following someone...
Obviously it must have been a dream, because they'd been here all along, hadn't they?
YH was thinking.... where was Grix? and FM and pb?
Meka was thinking... but not about anything relevant.
The door opened. Dan walked in, breathlessly, carrying a bag. He shoved the bag on the table. The group were silent. Dan sat down and turned to look at them. He said nothing, and opened the bag. he pulled out a box.
"Who's for twister?" he said.
"Look." said pb. "How on earth did we get scriptwriters like this?"
"Well, we are on the FOG forun for a start, why?" said FM, avoiding all the elephants that had been guided in past them.
"Well." began pb "We knew what police cars were, even though we had never seen them before, Sniper and Grix are in about 100 different places everytime I look at the script and the others are off fighting demons and talking about kettles. Goodness knows where Sheepy is..."
"Don't worry," said FM, "I'm sure it will all make sense soon. Just as soon as I try to remember what we are trying to do in the first place, anyway..."
"Well." began pb again, "Everyone is looking for a magic sword, including a load of angry orcs and their leader, who isn't an orc, the others found a magician and ended up here via the SR building and a few other routes, while we trampsed through a strange cave, had to do a few tasks and got absolutely nowhere. We were originally fighting the orcs, but everyone else in our castle fled and left us for dead, although we weren't of course. Then we met Sheepy and now he's dissapeared and we are trying to clear our names, but really I think we should forget about the elders from the castle and go it alone."
"And that's supposed to make the plot any clearer, is it?" said FM dryly.
"Well, if you really want to be pedantic, you could find the sword by taking a look at the end of this script over here." pb pointed to the loosely bound volume in his hand. "But it would take all the fun out of our adventure."
"Oh well, better carry on then. Lets find Sheepy."
They walked off, stage right.
"Well, we are on the FOG forun for a start, why?" said FM, avoiding all the elephants that had been guided in past them.
"Well." began pb "We knew what police cars were, even though we had never seen them before, Sniper and Grix are in about 100 different places everytime I look at the script and the others are off fighting demons and talking about kettles. Goodness knows where Sheepy is..."
"Don't worry," said FM, "I'm sure it will all make sense soon. Just as soon as I try to remember what we are trying to do in the first place, anyway..."
"Well." began pb again, "Everyone is looking for a magic sword, including a load of angry orcs and their leader, who isn't an orc, the others found a magician and ended up here via the SR building and a few other routes, while we trampsed through a strange cave, had to do a few tasks and got absolutely nowhere. We were originally fighting the orcs, but everyone else in our castle fled and left us for dead, although we weren't of course. Then we met Sheepy and now he's dissapeared and we are trying to clear our names, but really I think we should forget about the elders from the castle and go it alone."
"And that's supposed to make the plot any clearer, is it?" said FM dryly.
"Well, if you really want to be pedantic, you could find the sword by taking a look at the end of this script over here." pb pointed to the loosely bound volume in his hand. "But it would take all the fun out of our adventure."
"Oh well, better carry on then. Lets find Sheepy."
They walked off, stage right.
"Look."
Grix held the script in front of Sniper. Sniper looked at the ceiling.
"LOOK."
Sniper looked at the script.
"Here. It mentions that there are hundreds of clones of you. Just waiting to escape."
Sniper read the passage.
"Why didn't anyone pick up on it?"
"We did." Grix turned to the last page. "Darth Sheepy found the army of Snipers, and managed to kill them all, in one large *pop*."
Sniper frowned at Grix's enthusiasm with his pop.
"So why should we worry then... aren't they all dead?"
Grix began to think perhaps if this was really happening, Sniper would be worried that hundreds of him died.
"But what if this section of Snipers was only ONE of MANY places where they were growing Snipers? There may be hundreds more of these growing grounds."
"Wow. I could make my own army."
"Yes..." Grix closed the script, and shoved it into his 'secret' pocket again. "...But I think someone else has already found them. There have already been no less than five different Snipers in this story, perhaps more."
"What happened to them?" Sniper asked.
"Most were killed."
"Oh. Cool".
Grix decided that this was probably as close to reality as it came.
"But there has to be much more than just five of you out there... There must be hundreds, perhaps thousands of Snipers just roaming the land."
"STOP. THIS IS SILLY."
Someone opened the cell door, and walked in. It was Meka.
"Hi Meka."
"Grix, how damn complex do you want this story? Jese... No wonder nobodys writing in it!"
"Yeah... but it's more fun..."
"NO. NO MORE PLOT TWISTS."
"Oh... ok..."
Meka walked out of the cell, slammed the door, and walked away.
"Hundreds... and thousands..." Grix looked at Sniper. He was picking his nose.
"The world is doomed."
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"I would just like to thank Jimmy, for his support he's given me over the last few days. Without his intense training regime, I would never have managed to make that final leap."
The crowd clapped and cheered as the award was handed to FM.
Pb pushed his way to the front of the crowd, and called for FM.
"What is it?" FM asked...
"I think I've found something. Well, I probably haven't, as usually writers ignore this sort of thing. But if I say I have found something, at least it gives the NEXT writer some sort of idea of what to write about."
FM stared at Pb.
Grix held the script in front of Sniper. Sniper looked at the ceiling.
"LOOK."
Sniper looked at the script.
"Here. It mentions that there are hundreds of clones of you. Just waiting to escape."
Sniper read the passage.
"Why didn't anyone pick up on it?"
"We did." Grix turned to the last page. "Darth Sheepy found the army of Snipers, and managed to kill them all, in one large *pop*."
Sniper frowned at Grix's enthusiasm with his pop.
"So why should we worry then... aren't they all dead?"
Grix began to think perhaps if this was really happening, Sniper would be worried that hundreds of him died.
"But what if this section of Snipers was only ONE of MANY places where they were growing Snipers? There may be hundreds more of these growing grounds."
"Wow. I could make my own army."
"Yes..." Grix closed the script, and shoved it into his 'secret' pocket again. "...But I think someone else has already found them. There have already been no less than five different Snipers in this story, perhaps more."
"What happened to them?" Sniper asked.
"Most were killed."
"Oh. Cool".
Grix decided that this was probably as close to reality as it came.
"But there has to be much more than just five of you out there... There must be hundreds, perhaps thousands of Snipers just roaming the land."
"STOP. THIS IS SILLY."
Someone opened the cell door, and walked in. It was Meka.
"Hi Meka."
"Grix, how damn complex do you want this story? Jese... No wonder nobodys writing in it!"
"Yeah... but it's more fun..."
"NO. NO MORE PLOT TWISTS."
"Oh... ok..."
Meka walked out of the cell, slammed the door, and walked away.
"Hundreds... and thousands..." Grix looked at Sniper. He was picking his nose.
"The world is doomed."
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"I would just like to thank Jimmy, for his support he's given me over the last few days. Without his intense training regime, I would never have managed to make that final leap."
The crowd clapped and cheered as the award was handed to FM.
Pb pushed his way to the front of the crowd, and called for FM.
"What is it?" FM asked...
"I think I've found something. Well, I probably haven't, as usually writers ignore this sort of thing. But if I say I have found something, at least it gives the NEXT writer some sort of idea of what to write about."
FM stared at Pb.
Sniper hadn't said a word.
"Sniper?"
Grix stared at Sniper in the cell. He seemed to be blocking out the fact he was trapped inside a dingy dark prison, with only mild bacteria and a bed for company.
"Yes? What?"
"Why are you in a prison?"
"I dunno. Why are you here?"
Grix then realised... he may be trapped in a room with only Sniper for company for a very, VERY long time.
"Please talk." Grix said, his eyes widening. "Don't make me kill you."
Sniper looked at Grix and smiled.
"Right. WHY are you in here?"
"I dunno."
"Then where did they catch you?"
"I was in a thingy."
"Thingy?"
"Yeah."
Grix clenched his fists.
"Give me some clue what it looks like."
"It's got these four walls. And a big gate. King's live in them."
"You were in a castle."
"No... no no no..."
Grix looked at Sniper. "Are you sure?"
"Was I?"
"Were you what?"
"In a castle. I think I was, yes."
"Are you sure now? This is important... tell me more about it."
"Well, I was lying on this slab thing. There were these five... actually, it was a tent."
"Oh, ok."
"Five torches. All different colours. Have you seen Meka recently?"
"No, not for a while."
"Oh."
"So... what happened then?"
"Well, they tired torturing me, but I was so strong, they couldn't make me talk."
"Talk about what?"
"The sword. Where it is."
Grix nearly jumped out of his skin...
"What! You know where the sword is!?!"
"No."
Grix closed his eyes... he began to speak through his clenched teeth.
"Then what happened?"
"Well, as I said, I was so strong, they couldn't make me talk..."
"But you knew nothing about the sword anyway! What would you say!"
"I do know. And then they left the tent open, and I tried to run for it."
"Ok..."
"But 5000 orcs grabbed me from behind, and knocked me out before I even saw them."
"Sniper."
"Yes?"
"What really happened?"
"5000 orcs gra... baabhaajaa!"
Grix tried to insert the bed into Sniper.
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"Wheeeeee!"
FM stood at the merrygoround entrance.
"Wheeeeee!"
There wasn't enough room for Pb AND FM to get on... so being the polite gentleman FM was, he let Pb go on first.
"Wheeeeee!"
But now, the immature ungratful Pb, was making fun of FM everytime he went around a corner, and was leaning over the side of the horse, and saying... right to his face...
"Wheeeeee!"
FM couldn't take it anymore. If he was going to be childish, he wasn't going to go around with him anymore.
"Wheeeeee!"
"DO IT ONE MORE TIME, AND I'M LEAVING."
Pb straightened the smile on his face... "Oh, ok FM. Sorry."
"That's ok. Just stop doing it."
Fm wondered what Sheepy was up to...
"Wheeeeee!"
"OK! THAT'S IT! I'M GOING TO FIND SHEEPY!"
"Oh I'm only joking... FM!... Come back!... FM?"
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"Ok. I've calmed down now. Are you ready to talk again?"
Sniper nodded. Grix removed the bed leg.
Sniper fell to the floor, howling in pain...
"Now then. You had just left the tent..."
"No I didn't. I haven't left the tent yet."
Grix looked back to the bed leg on the floor...
"No, I haven't said about the face in the smoke..."
Grix looked back to Sniper.
"Face in the smoke?"
"Yeah, Meka's face. It said 'Beware Grix. He'll shove a bed post up your ar..."
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"Err... no..."
FM left the balloon shop, and walked over to the large tent...
"Hello?"
FM looked inside...
A crowd of people dressed in medival wear were chatting.
"Ah! My fellow gentlefolk! What is this strange place? Where have these people and contraptions come from?"
The crowd stopped chatting, turned to FM, smiled and laughed... and then went back to chatting...
FM tried to attract attention again. "I don't suppose one of you fine people could help me?"
A man walked over to FM... he was holding a clipboard, and was writing things down...
He didn't look up when he spoke.
"Yeah, whatdoya want?"
FM tried to decode the strange dialect.
"I'm looking for a friend. He's small, wooly, and baas a lot."
The man looked up from the clipboard.
"Look mate, I don't have time for humour at the moment, I'm a bit busy. Stop sodding around."
A woman leant around the tent from the other side... "Ok guys! You're on!"
FM began to walk out of the tent...
"Hey! You! Where do you think you're going?"
FM turned back, and for no reason other for entertainment, decided to follow the group of people through the tent...
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"Ok. You've just left the tent. Now what?"
"Ok ok... I was running away from the orcs... when I tripped and fell..."
Grix smiled. "Err... did you get up?"
"No. It was off a cliff."
"Oh."
"But I'm so strong, I survived."
Sniper smiled at Grix again.
"Then what?"
"Then I'm in here."
Grix looked around himself... oh yeah, the prison.
"So you've got no idea why you're in here?"
"Nope."
Grix sat down to think... wasn't it Sniper that took Grix as hostage?
But what about...
"Sniper? When was the last time you saw me?"
"Just now."
"No... I mean before just now. When did you see me?"
"I haven't seen you since you went off to find that sword, and left me behind."
"You said it was stupid, and went off on your own! It wasn't our fault!"
Sniper started mumbling about it not being his fault... Grix ignored him.
So if he hasn't seen Sniper since before the beginning of the story...
Then Grix remembered his secret pocket... the one that no person could find, sans him.
He opened it, and whipped out a script for the Star Wars story... if only he had remembered to put something a bit more helpful in it...
He looked at Sniper.
Like a potato peeler.
Grix skipped through the pages...
"Oh... no... God no..."
"What's wrong?" Sniper asked...
Grix turned to the last page...
"We've got to get out of here."
"Sniper?"
Grix stared at Sniper in the cell. He seemed to be blocking out the fact he was trapped inside a dingy dark prison, with only mild bacteria and a bed for company.
"Yes? What?"
"Why are you in a prison?"
"I dunno. Why are you here?"
Grix then realised... he may be trapped in a room with only Sniper for company for a very, VERY long time.
"Please talk." Grix said, his eyes widening. "Don't make me kill you."
Sniper looked at Grix and smiled.
"Right. WHY are you in here?"
"I dunno."
"Then where did they catch you?"
"I was in a thingy."
"Thingy?"
"Yeah."
Grix clenched his fists.
"Give me some clue what it looks like."
"It's got these four walls. And a big gate. King's live in them."
"You were in a castle."
"No... no no no..."
Grix looked at Sniper. "Are you sure?"
"Was I?"
"Were you what?"
"In a castle. I think I was, yes."
"Are you sure now? This is important... tell me more about it."
"Well, I was lying on this slab thing. There were these five... actually, it was a tent."
"Oh, ok."
"Five torches. All different colours. Have you seen Meka recently?"
"No, not for a while."
"Oh."
"So... what happened then?"
"Well, they tired torturing me, but I was so strong, they couldn't make me talk."
"Talk about what?"
"The sword. Where it is."
Grix nearly jumped out of his skin...
"What! You know where the sword is!?!"
"No."
Grix closed his eyes... he began to speak through his clenched teeth.
"Then what happened?"
"Well, as I said, I was so strong, they couldn't make me talk..."
"But you knew nothing about the sword anyway! What would you say!"
"I do know. And then they left the tent open, and I tried to run for it."
"Ok..."
"But 5000 orcs grabbed me from behind, and knocked me out before I even saw them."
"Sniper."
"Yes?"
"What really happened?"
"5000 orcs gra... baabhaajaa!"
Grix tried to insert the bed into Sniper.
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"Wheeeeee!"
FM stood at the merrygoround entrance.
"Wheeeeee!"
There wasn't enough room for Pb AND FM to get on... so being the polite gentleman FM was, he let Pb go on first.
"Wheeeeee!"
But now, the immature ungratful Pb, was making fun of FM everytime he went around a corner, and was leaning over the side of the horse, and saying... right to his face...
"Wheeeeee!"
FM couldn't take it anymore. If he was going to be childish, he wasn't going to go around with him anymore.
"Wheeeeee!"
"DO IT ONE MORE TIME, AND I'M LEAVING."
Pb straightened the smile on his face... "Oh, ok FM. Sorry."
"That's ok. Just stop doing it."
Fm wondered what Sheepy was up to...
"Wheeeeee!"
"OK! THAT'S IT! I'M GOING TO FIND SHEEPY!"
"Oh I'm only joking... FM!... Come back!... FM?"
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"Ok. I've calmed down now. Are you ready to talk again?"
Sniper nodded. Grix removed the bed leg.
Sniper fell to the floor, howling in pain...
"Now then. You had just left the tent..."
"No I didn't. I haven't left the tent yet."
Grix looked back to the bed leg on the floor...
"No, I haven't said about the face in the smoke..."
Grix looked back to Sniper.
"Face in the smoke?"
"Yeah, Meka's face. It said 'Beware Grix. He'll shove a bed post up your ar..."
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"Err... no..."
FM left the balloon shop, and walked over to the large tent...
"Hello?"
FM looked inside...
A crowd of people dressed in medival wear were chatting.
"Ah! My fellow gentlefolk! What is this strange place? Where have these people and contraptions come from?"
The crowd stopped chatting, turned to FM, smiled and laughed... and then went back to chatting...
FM tried to attract attention again. "I don't suppose one of you fine people could help me?"
A man walked over to FM... he was holding a clipboard, and was writing things down...
He didn't look up when he spoke.
"Yeah, whatdoya want?"
FM tried to decode the strange dialect.
"I'm looking for a friend. He's small, wooly, and baas a lot."
The man looked up from the clipboard.
"Look mate, I don't have time for humour at the moment, I'm a bit busy. Stop sodding around."
A woman leant around the tent from the other side... "Ok guys! You're on!"
FM began to walk out of the tent...
"Hey! You! Where do you think you're going?"
FM turned back, and for no reason other for entertainment, decided to follow the group of people through the tent...
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"Ok. You've just left the tent. Now what?"
"Ok ok... I was running away from the orcs... when I tripped and fell..."
Grix smiled. "Err... did you get up?"
"No. It was off a cliff."
"Oh."
"But I'm so strong, I survived."
Sniper smiled at Grix again.
"Then what?"
"Then I'm in here."
Grix looked around himself... oh yeah, the prison.
"So you've got no idea why you're in here?"
"Nope."
Grix sat down to think... wasn't it Sniper that took Grix as hostage?
But what about...
"Sniper? When was the last time you saw me?"
"Just now."
"No... I mean before just now. When did you see me?"
"I haven't seen you since you went off to find that sword, and left me behind."
"You said it was stupid, and went off on your own! It wasn't our fault!"
Sniper started mumbling about it not being his fault... Grix ignored him.
So if he hasn't seen Sniper since before the beginning of the story...
Then Grix remembered his secret pocket... the one that no person could find, sans him.
He opened it, and whipped out a script for the Star Wars story... if only he had remembered to put something a bit more helpful in it...
He looked at Sniper.
Like a potato peeler.
Grix skipped through the pages...
"Oh... no... God no..."
"What's wrong?" Sniper asked...
Grix turned to the last page...
"We've got to get out of here."
The group piled into the kitchen.
"It's a teapot YH."
"Is it? Damn!" YH kicked himself (quite tricky, have you tried it?), and then put his glasses on. "Oh yeah, sorry everyone."
They all stood around for a bit. None of them sure of what to do.
"Well then," started Meka, "Anyone got any ideas of what to do?"
"Yeah, put the kettle on" Said Ant, "I fancy a cuppa".
"But Ant, this part of the story is still in the fantasy land, electricity and whatnot hasnt been invented yet." Pointed out YH.
"Yeah? So light a fire!"
"Oh yeah, good plan...."
The fire was lit, the tea made and the group was sitting around having a cuppa soup.
"YH had a point you know," said Meka.
"Did he? That makes a change." Muttered Ant under his breath.
"Well this time he did. He's right, we're still in this medieval style land and Grix and Sniper and possibly FM and pb are in the 'normal' world." Continued Meka.
"How do you know where they are?"
"Well, it's at these points in the story that things like this need to be worked out. The author has added this in to try and get some kind of storyline going again."
"Ah." Said Ant.
"So now we need to try and meet up with the rest of the group." Meka liked it when Grix wasn't about, he got to be leader.
"Any ideas then Meka?" Asked YH, who had by now got over the shock of having a good point.
"Yes, i think i may have......"
"It's a teapot YH."
"Is it? Damn!" YH kicked himself (quite tricky, have you tried it?), and then put his glasses on. "Oh yeah, sorry everyone."
They all stood around for a bit. None of them sure of what to do.
"Well then," started Meka, "Anyone got any ideas of what to do?"
"Yeah, put the kettle on" Said Ant, "I fancy a cuppa".
"But Ant, this part of the story is still in the fantasy land, electricity and whatnot hasnt been invented yet." Pointed out YH.
"Yeah? So light a fire!"
"Oh yeah, good plan...."
The fire was lit, the tea made and the group was sitting around having a cuppa soup.
"YH had a point you know," said Meka.
"Did he? That makes a change." Muttered Ant under his breath.
"Well this time he did. He's right, we're still in this medieval style land and Grix and Sniper and possibly FM and pb are in the 'normal' world." Continued Meka.
"How do you know where they are?"
"Well, it's at these points in the story that things like this need to be worked out. The author has added this in to try and get some kind of storyline going again."
"Ah." Said Ant.
"So now we need to try and meet up with the rest of the group." Meka liked it when Grix wasn't about, he got to be leader.
"Any ideas then Meka?" Asked YH, who had by now got over the shock of having a good point.
"Yes, i think i may have......"
They could hear Ant, calling for help from below, but there was another sound, a far more worrying sound also coming from down below. It started as a gurgle, but soon developed into a fierce bark.
Something was down there with Ant, and it sounded hungry.
Meka cast a spell of some kind and the trap door opened.
Ant however was too far down to be reached, and the barking was getting louder.
"Quick" Said SonicRav "Find something that Ant can grab hold of so we can pull him up!"
Everyone ran in separate directions.
Venombyte was first to find something, and returned swiftly, with a rope. He threw it down to Ant, and just in time too. Just as he had his feet off the floor a Terrier came into view. "YAP, YAP" it said.
"Its amazing how distorted things sound down there" Said Ant, trying to cover the embarrassing urine stain on his trousers.
"You guys have GOT to see this, I think it's a clue" Said YH, from the kitchen
Something was down there with Ant, and it sounded hungry.
Meka cast a spell of some kind and the trap door opened.
Ant however was too far down to be reached, and the barking was getting louder.
"Quick" Said SonicRav "Find something that Ant can grab hold of so we can pull him up!"
Everyone ran in separate directions.
Venombyte was first to find something, and returned swiftly, with a rope. He threw it down to Ant, and just in time too. Just as he had his feet off the floor a Terrier came into view. "YAP, YAP" it said.
"Its amazing how distorted things sound down there" Said Ant, trying to cover the embarrassing urine stain on his trousers.
"You guys have GOT to see this, I think it's a clue" Said YH, from the kitchen
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