Razor looked gloomily at the horse in front of him.
“Hell, I choose you, Pikachu.”
Three minutes later he was off.
He was heading towards the Training Grounds. He tried to remember why but failed to. This happens to everyone sooner or later. He was pretty sure it had not been curiosity though, as it wasn’t actually considered a survival trait in those days.
His arrival caused a few heads to turn and a young man to offer him a sword and invite him to the tournament. Razor smiled.
“Really….some entertainment should do me good”, he murmured and went to put on his armor.
Razor rubbed his hands together.
And then, there was this awful, tinkling sound….
* * *
Lord Henchy looked around.
“Can I have an order obeyed around here?” he bellowed. The pretty maid stepped forward. “How can I be of usage to you, my Lord?”
The world had suddenly separated into two parts- the bit which contained Henchy and the maid, and the bit which contained everything else. The air between them crackled. Probably, in their half, a distant orchestra was playing, bluebirds were tweeting and little pink clouds were barreling through the sky.
The sudden glint of a very short knife made Henchy’s private world collapse; the blue birds went to roost, the little pink clouds drifted away and the orchestra packed up and sneaked off to do a private gig at a nightclub somewhere. Reality reasserted itself in the shape of a very violent maid. Her mash slid off and it revealed a familiar face. It was brightparis.
“ Stay still now will you? I don’t wanna miss.”
“ Are you nuts, woman?” he muttered with an expression of determined terror on his face. He grabbed her hand and forced the knife out of it. It fell on the floor with a metal cling.
Then there was some struggle going on. And afterwards a long pause…
“Showoff .”, Henchy said and stepped over Granny’s still body.
* * *
In another part of the castle grounds, Razor was passing through a strange sensation of doubt. Something was definitely wrong.
It had something to do with the armor, he was pretty sure of it. Razor tried to get it off but couldn’t. Something was very wrong!!
The stinging sensation wouldn’t stop.
“God…” he thought, panting “ I’m being fuckin’ flayed alive.” He felt as if every inch of his skin was being removed to the accompaniment of exquisite pain.
He started screaming in agony.
“It was a trap”, he realized.” A trap……..” and collapsed in a plash of red blood.
Somewhere in the neighborhood, drop heard an awful scream echoing and bouncing around from tree to tree.
It made her miss the target.
She had been practicing throwing the boomerang for a couple of hours and now it was almost dawn.
“ The poor fellow..” she thought. “ I wonder who he was..”
The yellow boomerang flew deep into the forest near the training grounds and thrust itself into warm flesh.
The killer: the boomerang.
The victim: be0wulf.
* * *
Night fell over the peaceful castle of Tazmo. “Far too quick” in SD’s opinion. And now that MGB was gone, it had become very boring indeed.
Little did SD know that this would be his last night in the castle.
In the meantime, MGB was reuniting with his fellow comrades.
“ So how did it go?” RAzzy asked.
“Meh, nothing out of the ordinary…
Just some talk about how penguins are going to rule the world, if that counts.”, said MGB and hurried away.
In the meantime, SD was staring at the bacon sandwich in his hand. It had an awful taste. He let it go into the garbage can.
An hour later, as SD was beginning to sing gently with a wine bottle in his hand and forget all about the nasty sandwich, a faint noise could be heard from outside of the castle grounds. Galloping hordes??
Not really, as he would soon realize.
They were wearing mini skirts, had long shiny hair, huge eyelashes and their undoubtfull cuteness had something very scary in it.
Those were the fan girls.
(* DUN DUN DUUUUNN * << background sound)
In search for their Romeos of their heart they could be stopped at nothing to achieve their desire. They had heard that heroes would come to assemble here, at the house of Tazmo and so they all came running like the wind, with a shout of “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH”
They reached the big entrance gates.
And there he was, Steal Dragon, the soul guardian of the T. castle, standing all big and mighty, facing them all.
He held out his hands for silence.Then, with a theatrical flourish, he rolled up his sleeves and extended his hands.
“GIRLS WITHOUT BIG BOOBS SHALL NOT PASS!!”
But the girls, flat or not,didn’t care. So they “ironed” him.
It was chaos. They came through the west hallway and proceeded thorough the south hallway. They destroyed everything along the way. They found Bill, the Hero, in the Master Bathroom, searching for strawberry flavoured soap.
He never managed to find it.
After devastating the Dining Room, they stumbled across R3d. But the man was prepared. With a cute red skirt, pink nails and hair up in a ponytail, no one would have recognized him. ….Almost.
But the girls didn’t, so they ignored him.
Their last stop was the Kitchen, where they used their “Cosmic Love” poison to make times more interesting and afterwards, they grabbed poor Bill, their new Romeo, and disappeared.
They were happy now.
and again, the map:
List of players:
7. Bill (dead. Hero)
8. Razor (dead. Thief)
9. be0wulf (dead. Bishop)
13. brightparis (dead. Granny)
Rules here :C.o.D: Guards! Guards!