Subj: [ffml] [MW] Trouble aloof
Date: 98-10-09 19:39:43 EDT
From: darklord@compusmart.ab.ca (His Dark Lordship)
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From: His Dark Lordship
The rain thundered on the forest floor as the dark lord rode across the
parched woodland. He had seen Schala & co. to the border, which had taken him
5 days. Now he had to return. And he was getting close...
His powerful tyranosaurid steed roared into the moogle's camp. However, there
were no people to scatter. Oddly, normally the moogles loved the rain, but
today their pavillons were shuttered and as locked as they could get. He
dismounted and ran to Mog's tent.
The Moogle was, oddly, changed. He stood there, a look of depression on his
face. His head leaned on his short, fuzzy arm. He looked over some maps. His
queens, normally flaunting around the room, were nowhere to be seen. He looked
up.
"DL.. you have returned... but you are too late..." he said.
"What has happened?" asked the Dark Lord. "What has caused this sudden change
of morale?"
From the back, Flea of the Mystics strode in. He smiled.
"Apparantly, when Bacca attempted to sneak the Lady Paladin out of our troop,
he was killed." he began. "And then revived by... something."
The Dark Lord nodded.
"Unfortunetly, this entity has since possessed him, strengthened him, but at
the same time simply used his body as a way into this plane. I noticed this
when the leaders met two days ago, and he had sudden mood swings. I could
almost identify him with the Greek's Ares..."
At that moment, the Dark Lord thundered his fist into the desk.
"Fuck!" he finally let out. "We've come this far, and this is our answer? I
refuse to believe it. There must still be a way to defeat him."
Just then, the jeers from the ork camp two leaques away filled the night air.
"And they're still partying." grumbled Mog.
The Dark Lord raised an eyebrow.
"I wonder if there's something Drugga isn't telling us..." he said finally.
Flea nodded.
"It is possible."
With that, he returned to the mystic camp. The Dark Lord left to his own
accord.
* * * * * * * * * *
Alena swore again.
"Quit squirming!" she kicked the bag herself, Christo and Brey were dragging.
"Princess..." started Brey.
"Go to hell, Brey. If we can get this moron to the Orks we'll be free."
"Yeah. They should be here, besieging the fortress- FUCK!" yelled Christo.
They stood before a crumbled fortress, obviously having been abandoned for
several weeks.
"Son of a bitch..." grumbled Alena. "Then where are they?"
Just then, they heared footsteps. They whirled about. Alena screamed.
"Well... I guess I can stand a little snack before the other one arrives..."
chuckled Reis weapon.
Alena threw the sack over her shoulder and bolted. Christo threw Brey over his
shoulder and followed. They were gaining ground for a second, then their
running seemed to go slow motion, then stopped completely. Reis weapon walked
up.
"Ha! You are powerless against me..." she chuckled. "Now, I'll eat you, and
gain strength to defeat my adversary. Then I will be free to finish my
scheme."
"Bastard..." let out Alena finally.
"I think I'll eat the pretty maiden first." she said, reaching down. Then he
suddenly was going up. "What the..." Then she went flying into a tree. A roar
was heard and the group began to bolt the moment they felt the effects of the
spell wear off.
"It's that giant penis!" yelled Alena "Run!"
Reis Weapon got up.
"Well... at last you arrived..." she chuckled.
The dildo weapon stood there angrily. But this was not the dildo weapon. He
was much bulkier than the dildo weapon, and had two finely laced leather
straps extending off his sides.
"How dare you pick on my innocent little brother..." he said angrily.
"He was in my way." chuckled Reis. "And so are you."
Strap on Dildo Weapon suddenly found he couldn't move. Reis grabbed his giant
nob/head and lifted him up.
"Now! You die!"
"Bahh.." chuckled Strap On. "You forget that little trick of yours doesn't
harm my inner movement!"
Suddenly, his head spouted some corossive, sticky liquid, that covered Reis'
torso.
"Ahh! Gross! And it burns too!" yelled Reis as she dropped the dildo weapon.
Strap on stood up. He gave Reis a quick punch to the head.
"OW!" yelled Reis. "You dirty bastard!"
Strap on kicked Reis in the stomache.
"AUUUGH!" she yelled.
Reis then blasted Strap On with some fire. Strap On roared. He then
roundhoused Reis, and she fell to the ground.
Then, Reis weapon heard a different, much louder roar.
"He's all yours. I figured we could give ya a decent part once in awhile."
Reis Weapon felt some extreamely large and sharp teeth enter her legs, then
flip her 90 feet into the air. She screamed once more before Godzilla grasped
her in his jaws and swallowed her whole. He then walked off.
"Right then. Now I'd better find Mog."
* * * * * * * * * *
Glenn sat between Kaitlin and Schala, both asleep. Both finally had peaceful
looks on their faces, a dream come true after the panic of these last few
days. Tommorrow they would penetrate further away from the alliance's
territory. He could only hope he didn't encounter Bacca's forces, or the
Moogles..
(Okay Schala, your move.)
--
The eternal lord of darkness...
Burns: If it's a crime to love one's country, I'm guilty of that. If it's a
crime to steal 1 trillion dollars from the government and hand it over to
the cuban government, I'm guilty of that, and If it's illegal to bribe a
jury, god help me, I'll soon be guilty of that too!
Homer: God bless america!
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