Post by MightySage on Sept 7, 2008 14:52:04 GMT -5
Prologue
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Long ago, In a video game far away, little Gary Stu woke up in his bed in the small village of Seles, startled by the loud blast of catapults setting the village on fire. Of course little Gary Stu had no idea of this(for you see he was a little bit special), and idiotically stumbled outside his door, only to get his head lopped off by a passing soldier. But don't worry, he didn't have any plot significance to begin with!
After the bombardment, the commander of the attack rode into town on a creature the would be euthanized in our world to put it out of its most likely great misery. Let’s call it a space horse. “Great Commander!" saluted a lowly peon as the leader climbed off his space horse. With one glance at the destruction he had caused The Commander turned toward the soldier and ordered the dog to take him to the target of their raid. “This way sir! “And within a few moments they were standing on the wreckage of a house, where the body of a young villager lay.
“So, this is him." He mused. Reaching into his dark armor, he pulled out an object which appeared to have the same look, smell, taste and consistency of a can of root beer. Upon seeing this, a nearby soldier let out a skeptical chuckle, just before a falling brick caved his head in. The Commander slowly positioned the can above the unconscious man's head, where a beam of light would come into existence between the two. With one quick glance at the Moon, which had coincidentally chosen this moment to burst forth from the clouds, he stood and nodded with satisfaction. ”Hmm…Indeed. Put him in custody.” And with that he headed back to his space horse.
He was worried. None of this attack made sense. This village was peaceful, and was so remote it had no strategic value if they occupied it. And yet The Emperor had ordered its capture…As he walked, the air around him suddenly chilled, as if the Penguins had begun their long promised conquering of the world. He had become quite familiar with this feeling, and wasn’t surprised when he saw The Emperor’s chief consultant gliding along with him. He was a strange man, who only ever was seen fully cloaked in black so as that the only clues that he was human were his nose and mouth, as well as the pale skin covering them. Over the few years he had served as advisor he had quickly become infamous at appearing from the shadows when you least expect, earning him his reputation as The Phantom General.
“Is this really necessary?” Inquired The Commander, knowing that if anyone knew it would be him. “It is his Majesty, Emperor False-Truths command, to take that man into custody.” Spoke the Phantom, without even slight hesitation. The Commander, desperate for some sort of excuse to ease his conscious, pressed on. “Who is he?” Turning his head toward him, the Phantom continued in his monotone voice, “That is not your concern.” And with that he was gone. The Commander’s doubt only doubled at this, but he knew it would be pointless to try anything at this point. Instead, he merely climbed back on his miserable space horse, and left the village, now a mere shadow of it’s former self.
Moonwhile, high atop a nearby mountain in the heart of the forest surrounding Seles, There lurked a being so bizarre that had H.P. Lovecraft existed back then he could have written 10000 short stories from just a single glance! From the top of his static orange hair to his oversized footwear, he appeared to be truly a thing from Stephen King’s nightmares. As he/it stared out at the forest below with two equally bulbous and yet oddly different eyeballs, he/it thought aloud, “I feel like pizza-schnitzel tonight, eh Treaty?” It was a queer sight, seeing such an erratic being talking into his front pocket. Suddenly, a stupendous rawr, I mean, roar tore through the air, causing the earth itself to shake! The maniac man’s eyes convulsed with delight at this development! “The game’s afoot!” cackled the madman as he peered into the forest below. A massive beast was rising from the foliage, bursting through the treetops and tearing them down with it’s prehistoric jowls. “The One who Stops the Flow of Rivers, Mokele-Mbembe!” yelled the man, his features writhing with a peculiar mix of terror and delight. After he had gotten his fill of this, the odd one began to race down the mountain in the creatures direction, all the while bellowing “MIN YAGGI YAGGI!” at the top of his idiosyncratic lungs.
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Long ago, In a video game far away, little Gary Stu woke up in his bed in the small village of Seles, startled by the loud blast of catapults setting the village on fire. Of course little Gary Stu had no idea of this(for you see he was a little bit special), and idiotically stumbled outside his door, only to get his head lopped off by a passing soldier. But don't worry, he didn't have any plot significance to begin with!
After the bombardment, the commander of the attack rode into town on a creature the would be euthanized in our world to put it out of its most likely great misery. Let’s call it a space horse. “Great Commander!" saluted a lowly peon as the leader climbed off his space horse. With one glance at the destruction he had caused The Commander turned toward the soldier and ordered the dog to take him to the target of their raid. “This way sir! “And within a few moments they were standing on the wreckage of a house, where the body of a young villager lay.
“So, this is him." He mused. Reaching into his dark armor, he pulled out an object which appeared to have the same look, smell, taste and consistency of a can of root beer. Upon seeing this, a nearby soldier let out a skeptical chuckle, just before a falling brick caved his head in. The Commander slowly positioned the can above the unconscious man's head, where a beam of light would come into existence between the two. With one quick glance at the Moon, which had coincidentally chosen this moment to burst forth from the clouds, he stood and nodded with satisfaction. ”Hmm…Indeed. Put him in custody.” And with that he headed back to his space horse.
He was worried. None of this attack made sense. This village was peaceful, and was so remote it had no strategic value if they occupied it. And yet The Emperor had ordered its capture…As he walked, the air around him suddenly chilled, as if the Penguins had begun their long promised conquering of the world. He had become quite familiar with this feeling, and wasn’t surprised when he saw The Emperor’s chief consultant gliding along with him. He was a strange man, who only ever was seen fully cloaked in black so as that the only clues that he was human were his nose and mouth, as well as the pale skin covering them. Over the few years he had served as advisor he had quickly become infamous at appearing from the shadows when you least expect, earning him his reputation as The Phantom General.
“Is this really necessary?” Inquired The Commander, knowing that if anyone knew it would be him. “It is his Majesty, Emperor False-Truths command, to take that man into custody.” Spoke the Phantom, without even slight hesitation. The Commander, desperate for some sort of excuse to ease his conscious, pressed on. “Who is he?” Turning his head toward him, the Phantom continued in his monotone voice, “That is not your concern.” And with that he was gone. The Commander’s doubt only doubled at this, but he knew it would be pointless to try anything at this point. Instead, he merely climbed back on his miserable space horse, and left the village, now a mere shadow of it’s former self.
Moonwhile, high atop a nearby mountain in the heart of the forest surrounding Seles, There lurked a being so bizarre that had H.P. Lovecraft existed back then he could have written 10000 short stories from just a single glance! From the top of his static orange hair to his oversized footwear, he appeared to be truly a thing from Stephen King’s nightmares. As he/it stared out at the forest below with two equally bulbous and yet oddly different eyeballs, he/it thought aloud, “I feel like pizza-schnitzel tonight, eh Treaty?” It was a queer sight, seeing such an erratic being talking into his front pocket. Suddenly, a stupendous rawr, I mean, roar tore through the air, causing the earth itself to shake! The maniac man’s eyes convulsed with delight at this development! “The game’s afoot!” cackled the madman as he peered into the forest below. A massive beast was rising from the foliage, bursting through the treetops and tearing them down with it’s prehistoric jowls. “The One who Stops the Flow of Rivers, Mokele-Mbembe!” yelled the man, his features writhing with a peculiar mix of terror and delight. After he had gotten his fill of this, the odd one began to race down the mountain in the creatures direction, all the while bellowing “MIN YAGGI YAGGI!” at the top of his idiosyncratic lungs.
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