05-11-2007, 05:21 PM
Prologue
London, France, Planet maraget, 2000 hours.
..."And then she said, but grandma, what big teeth you have!"
"But you just said he'd lost them when she whacked him with the hammer", replied his son.
"Ummm, yes", Said dad, "She did indeed". His dad closed the book, put it back on the bookcase, then sat on his sons bed with his head in his hands, sighing as if he'd just had a very tyring day at work(Which was of course, not true). "Dad?"
"Yes"
"I've been thinking about this place, and", He paused for a moment, until his dad made a beckoning motion, "I'm scared of that voice in the cellar. When I was trying to sleep, I saw a wrinkled green hand".
"ZOMG! T3Y HV FUND UZ!!!" The boy jumped in panick, and then a worried expression stretched across his dads face. "Son, its time we did something about this!" Whiping a shotgun from his childs desk, he walked down the steps to the cellar, followed by his worried looking son. "DEY R H3R3, ATK!!!11!" The child screamed, and his father immediately fired rapidly. "ZZZZOOOOMMMGGGG!!"Cried the short figure, completely covered by the dark. "WTF?!1 PAL 1 GT OWNED!LOL"
This was accompanied by now a spread of rapid bullets, wails and crys from around the room. "The door, come on son!" Instead of twisting the handle, his dad preffered to kick the door, smash it, then dive in. "Ah, I have been waiting for you", Came a distinctly evil, calm voice. His dad couldn't help frowning. "Who are you?!"He bawled.
"I", he said, "Am the master of games. You, are my game." If they could have seen the man they would have expected him to grin at this very point. "Ever played chess? You are the pawn. You must bring me what I need, its on this list".
"I'll never do that!"
"Oh you will, you and your pathetic little child. Using the power of this orb, you will be mine!"....
London, France, Planet maraget, 2000 hours.
..."And then she said, but grandma, what big teeth you have!"
"But you just said he'd lost them when she whacked him with the hammer", replied his son.
"Ummm, yes", Said dad, "She did indeed". His dad closed the book, put it back on the bookcase, then sat on his sons bed with his head in his hands, sighing as if he'd just had a very tyring day at work(Which was of course, not true). "Dad?"
"Yes"
"I've been thinking about this place, and", He paused for a moment, until his dad made a beckoning motion, "I'm scared of that voice in the cellar. When I was trying to sleep, I saw a wrinkled green hand".
"ZOMG! T3Y HV FUND UZ!!!" The boy jumped in panick, and then a worried expression stretched across his dads face. "Son, its time we did something about this!" Whiping a shotgun from his childs desk, he walked down the steps to the cellar, followed by his worried looking son. "DEY R H3R3, ATK!!!11!" The child screamed, and his father immediately fired rapidly. "ZZZZOOOOMMMGGGG!!"Cried the short figure, completely covered by the dark. "WTF?!1 PAL 1 GT OWNED!LOL"
This was accompanied by now a spread of rapid bullets, wails and crys from around the room. "The door, come on son!" Instead of twisting the handle, his dad preffered to kick the door, smash it, then dive in. "Ah, I have been waiting for you", Came a distinctly evil, calm voice. His dad couldn't help frowning. "Who are you?!"He bawled.
"I", he said, "Am the master of games. You, are my game." If they could have seen the man they would have expected him to grin at this very point. "Ever played chess? You are the pawn. You must bring me what I need, its on this list".
"I'll never do that!"
"Oh you will, you and your pathetic little child. Using the power of this orb, you will be mine!"....