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[Neb]

A few hours more of searching allow Nebfka to find an ancient magical artifact. THREE in fact. Horribly powerful and sealed away in a hidden cave guarded by a monstrous creature they were a nice way to conquer the galaxy besides his bloody huge weapon....

Bravely he approached the cave, alone except for his band that accompanied him at all times and played his villanous theme. They had an annoying habit of dying and being useless in battle, but who cared? Having your own theme was cool.

The mounstrous guardian loomed above him. It had fifteen heads and a thousand eyes. Something which Nebfka decided to take advantage of when his weapon shifted into the shape of a spear. He jabbed it directly into the nearest eye of the thing.

[SSJ4Sephiroth]

Sephiroth woke up in a really bad mood. Martha had made a sub-par pie, so he threw her down the vacuum shaft and into the center of the planet. Next he went to get some coffee, but it hadn't been filled all the way yet, so he threw two more people down the shaft. It was looking to be a very bad day, and he didn't like bad days. He went up to the surface and started randomly throwing his AOL CD around. It hit two bison and a snowboarder, then it came back to him. He sighed and went back down to make the pie himself.

Later that day he pulled out his sword and went to one of the lower chambers to begin mining horizontally.

[Beaumanoir]

*Remebering What The Rabid Whale Farmer Said, Morris Scrambled Over To The Wall And Started Pushing Random Bricks*
*To His Surprise, The First One He Pressed Made A Rumbling Sound And Opened A Huge Passage*

"Bugger" He Heard
*Turning Around, It Was The Man Who Had Spoke*
"I've Been In Here 20 Years And Haven't Noticed That"
*Morris Spun And Ran Down The Passage*

[Sir ReGiN]

*my tummy hurts* Regin said to himself, he wondered if it could have anything to do with the fact that he had ate the capitol city of Budampadump (Budampadump City) and a small village along the way. he really regretted eating that library in Budampadump City though, he could tell by the look of it that it was way past it's experation date.
He straightened his 50 feet tall body and began to make his way a new exciting place.
Before he did that though, he ate a pharmacist and lo and behold (!) his tummy ake stopped.
*My tummy feels good now*, he said and smiled a great big smile... [img]smile.gif[/img]
He then started walking.

[Encard]

The large, black door opened, revealing a huge man in spiked black armor, holding a sword over his head. Encard pokes the armor, causing the man to fall over, since he was apparently over 90 years old. Then Encard went in, rambling along the lines of, "Lalalalala... moogleymoo cow for you... weasels! woozle wazzle wosle!" He begand ascending the first stairwell he saw.

[ 06-03-2002, 05:15 PM: Message edited by: Encard ]

[Legolas]

It was one of those stores with a wooden sign depicting a feminine purple bottle with a pink fog surrounding it. They sold water there. But it wasn't ordinary water. This water had scents. One would usually pick up a bottle with an indecipherable name on it, like Eau des Odeurs or Parfum a la Fleur.
It usually came straight from dirty rivers and swamps, and noone really cared. As long as they smeled of Marché aux Puces or Putréfaction Délicieux #9 that was fine. But sometimes, very ralery, but sometimes, the water wouldn't jsut come from such places. It would pass the midden heap first, greatly driving up the prices.

People wanted to come into the shop and marvel at the wonderous smells, pick an appropriately shiny bottle and depart with a large amount of money. The owner would not mind if they did.

On weekdays, Yggo Decin was a storekeeper. He was widely (and wisely) viewed to be the best storekeeper ever. That is, he kept almost everyone from the store.

Even if he had lived his entire unlife amidst the scented water of the store, it was be a terrible mistake to say he smelled fresh. Or even relatively fresh. Or relatively fresh compared to extremey unfresh and nasty smelling things. It was impossible to say the words fresh and Yggo Decin in the same scentence. Well, aside from that one.
Yggo usually sweated, and fur and water don't mix very well. Aside from that, he had a fine set of sharp, pointy teeth to discourage anyone intent on entering. Most hellhounds had.

But right now, Yggo had no interest in watching the store. He was busy producing more sweat as he struggled to overcome the Dracolice. It was almost as if they had agreed to fight every weekend, and every time Yggo Decin won, the Dracolice would simply return the next week. Every time he lost, he'd walk away with lumps all over. But the Dracolice refused to finish him off. In a way, the Lice fed on the hound. In return, the Dracolice kept Yggo in shape.

It soon became appearent that he would lose this week. Last week's Dracolice had brought along some friends. Luckily for Yggo, those friends were small and weak, but they proved too much of a distraction.

An itching and scratching Yggo Decin went out in the streets. In turn, the people went inside. The Dracolice spoke to him, rubbing in his defeat. Yggo also learned from the lice that once again he wasn't the evil magazine centerfold. He started to wonder if that man who had taken his picture and sold him the world's second largest desert had remembered to put a film in the camera.
It bugged him. He should have made his appearance weeks ago. At least The Politically Correct Magazine For All Those Who Feel They Are Contributing, Have Contributed Or Will Contribute Something Useful To One Or More Societies Of And/Or Individuals From One Or More Of The Following Categories: Creatures, Plants, Bacterea, Fungi, Undead And/Or Squirrels, Not That We Wish To Put Anyone In A Specific Category Of Course, In One Or More Ways always kept it's promises. Yggo wondered if he wouldn't be better off being friendly.
"Probably not", the Dracolice told him.
Yggo Decin agreed.

[Beaumanoir]

*Crawling Down The Passage Way, Morris Came Out Into The Light. Although, The Light Wasn't What He Expected. Partially To Do With The Fact That It Was Bright Orange And Emitting From A Lake Of Lava*

"OOhh. Brimstone On The Breeze" He Thought "Must Be California"
*Looking Around A Bit More He Noticed That It Wasn't California. It Was Worse. Much Worse. It Was Delaware*

*Morris Trembled*
"Ooooh" He Thought.
*Turning Round He Was Greeted By A Small Imp. His Name Was Damien. They Seemed To Get On Well. They Had Tea And Shortbread Until It Was Late. But Then, Alas, Morris Had To Go. Where, He Didn't Know, But The Non-Stop Squeeking Of Damien Started To Get On His Nerves. So He Had To Leave. So He Set Off Walking Down The Side Of The Lake*

[Talthyr Malkaviel]

Okay, from now on can everyone post in the order I've replied to you in, and after everyone has posted once in that line I will respond, anyone who wishes to join, if you could try and post after the last person on the list, so it goes in order of joining that would be mucho helpful

~To Neb

The beast reared it's head back and roared, well, it was more of a bad cough actually, but it still sounded rather mencaing.
It plucked the weapon out of it's eye and threw it to the ground at Neb's feet "That really wasn't very kind of you, now was it??"
The beast swung it's pendulous head round to see Neb's band "Hmm, nice band, very stylish, I like your pizazz kid.. I don't exactly know what pizazz is but you sure have it."
Nebfka picked up his weapon, and after sheating and then reunsheathing it, it had become an orange, which Neb was about to eat until the impulse to change it caught him, and then it changed into a penguin.
While Nebfka was absolutely fixated on his penguin-come orange- come spear etc the old beast was croaking on about it's rather fascinating life story.. which mainly consisted of getting stabbed in the eye.. a lot, which is why he inserted a fake eye where everyone always stabbed.. although he was tempting fate rather when he had painted a target on it.. but anyway, Nebfka interested him, and seeing as Nebfka had a slightly more interesting weapon than most and he couldn't care less if the universe was over run.. he might even get some replacement eyes out of it, so he gave all three artefacts to Neb then went to sleep, after eating one of the band in compensation.

~To Seph

After horizontal mining began to tire him he went and sat on a tire while thinking about how his day had gone and who to send down the shaft today.
A bit later and a few more shaftings (that only sounds dirty if you have a dirty mind) Seph decided to actually look into whether any of his lazy workers had actually done anything towards the doomsday device.
Lazy workers, although considerably cheaper, were absolutely insufferable.. and he knew he couldn't continue the facade with Malakon much longer, and also they were impossible to communicate with.. they all consisted of people called Tony, Bob and Mike, however many thousands of them.

~To Binky

After a long time walking around, he found a small settlement named Aashkirtmonpaqqqqqrfdfgd.. or as it's residents called it Bleh.
He stayed a few days in a lovely little hotel there, which I shall not name, as it would take far too much time, and after this he decided to carry on, remembering the dangers, the likes of which he just recently experienced... although he had no idea of where he was going, so he ended up somehow on the pinnacle of a mountain, albeit not a very tall one, only about 5 metres high, but after a picnic and a rest he ran on further, just cos he could.

~To Encard

Eventually he reached the end of the stairs, encountering several more old guards on the way, and each of them rather ineffectual, but when he reached the top he decided it would be a good idea to go down, then sideways, then left, then right, the diagonally, then a few directions in 4d which we shall not go into great depths on.
Following this treacherous path is what led him into the main chamber of Malakon's empire, well, actually it was the games room, but close enough, and he eventually, after jumping a few times through space and time reached Malakon's chamber, droppoing on the floor in a mooing heap at the base of his throne and to a rather amused and surprised Malakon.
"May I help you...."

~To Skye

She walked on with her fuzzy blue companion and after getting through to it that she didn't want any rice she stopped briefly to ponder her situation.
Her home village destroyed, the normal, she took out a large weighty book from her bag entitled 'The oppressed heroes and adventure story compendium.'
"Hmm, according to this I have to find vengeance now.. who the heck's vengeance? Ah well, it says here I must 'slay my unholy foe,' sounds fun, I might as well give it a try, unless someone has something better to do?"
After no objections from her simian companion she decided to find out who did this and where she could get some salmon, as she had a sudden hankering for some.

~To Regin

He carried on, stopping momentarily every so often to let out a great big belch.. he must have eaten a blacksmith.. they always did that to him.. maybe he should stop eating there smithy's and he'd no longer get heartburn, but that was a problem for another day.
He stormed on, stepping on a few houses on the way every so often, unaware and with a big grin plastered across his face.
He suddenly realised he had no idea where he actually wanted to go, and pondered in silence for a moment, interrupted slightly by a shrieking horde at his feet, but that was no longer anything noticable.
Then he remembered with a broad grin he didn't actually care where he was going and set off in a random direction, still smirking.

~To Leggy

He scratched his head out of habit, and stopped when he heard shouting from up there, the dracolce were, apparently listening to a metal concert.
He thought to himself 'Now how is that not evil? I'm a hellion with dracolice who rock to metal music!! Meh, I don't need them, I'm my own man.. hell hound dammit, and I'll be evil how I want to be.'
With his mind made uop and a group of dracolice cheering him on, he went for a walk, to be mean, nasty, bad tempered, rude and generally disgruntled, and pick fights with the general populace of his town.

[ 06-04-2002, 05:49 PM: Message edited by: Talthyr Malkaviel ]

[Neb]

Nebfka danced his patented Victory Dance and had his band play a victory theme. Then he laughed, his usual: "Fwahahahah!" and returned to his fortress where he accidentially flushed the artifacts and went to check on his laser. What he didn't know was that the artifacts were actually activated when immersed in liquid, it'd take a few days before it took effect. But they'd change the face of the world! Until then they just clogged up the pipes near Seph's bathroom.

[Sir ReGiN]

After wandering around for a few days Regin noticed the small army pounding at his feet and throwing ropes up at his waistline, that had been following him all the time. He was feeling a bit peckish so he ate half of them and saved the rest for a snack later on.
But all of a sudden he stopped, and his face got a tensed expression
He remembered!
He remembered why he had started walking in the first place! Why his life consisted of eating cities and small villages! He finally remembered!
But then he forgot again, and started chasing a butterfly...
But the things he had rememered were still there, and as soon as Regin stopped focusing on something else, they would pop up.
But for now his brain was filled with images of butterflies.