Christmas Saga 4: Tis the Season…
By d_Galloway
Weiila landed on Galloway’s front lawn, a small note in her hands. After a few minutes of nothing, she finally decided to try ringing the front door. When no one responded, she noticed the lack of any car in the driveway, but decided that they were probably in the garage where they belonged. As she was knocking on the metal garage door, however, Galloway finally stumbled out the front door, dressed in a pair of sweats and a blue t-shirt, his body barely managing to hold itself up. “Huh? Whatsit?”
“Come on!” shouted the angel. “You wanted my input on this plan of yours, didn’t you?”
“…Weiila, it…is…THREE A.M!” shouted Galloway. “What do you want from me? I can barely fucking move right now!”
“WHO’S DOWN THERE?”
“It’s just me, mom!” shouted Galloway.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP AT THIS HOUR?!”
“It’s work, mom!” shouted Galloway. “I’ll be gone in a minute!” He looked back at Weiila. “Next time you decide to forget about time zone differences, please warn me in advance.”
The RPGC Task Force slept in their quiet seclusion…that is, until Starstorm barged into the bunker, shouting and banging things around in an intentional attempt to cause a ruckus. Finally, the six Task Force members stumbled out of bed, still in their night clothes. “…Huh?” said Heaven’s Soldier. “What’dya want, Storm?”
“I’ve got a message from Weiila!” said Star. “She wants us to meet her at that old hotel from a couple of years ago!”
“You mean…that haunted place that isn’t haunted anymore?” said Glenton.
“Huh…what…how?” mumbled kiro.
“You’re too young to remember, kid,” said Star. “All right, up and at 'em! She wants us in there on the jiffy!”
“…I swear, when this is over, I’m going to kill you…” said Mabatsekker.
The visions were always the same: at one moment, the young dragon prince was dancing about happily, playing in the city streets and palace grounds, learning from the countless ancient tomes in the great library, enjoying the sheer joy of life. Almost immediately, it would cut to finding his dead parents, their bodies sliced and mutilated almost beyond recognition. After these horrors, it would show his many fruitless attempts to discover the true murderer of his parents, the many wasted years of his life trying to bring the bastard to justice.
Suddenly, he awoke to find himself in a large bed, rain pouring outside the window. The room he was in was made of solid stone, and decorated only with a red rug and a armoir. Pulling himself away from the covers, he grabbed a nearby spear and opened the doorway.
A pair of guards stood in his way. “Sire, we cannot allow you to leave,” said the guards. “You must wait to be taken to the healer.”
“What are you talking about?!” said Xero. “I’ll have you know that-”
Suddenly, he began to cough up spurts of blood. He looked at his side, and for the first time saw the massive wound, still slowly bleeding down his skin. “You were attacked on the road to RPGCity,” said one guard. “You are currently in the Castle of Fanfiction. Mistress Weiila has left for RPG Town on urgent business, and King Valkyrie Esker is currently absent. Please, my lord, seat yourself and we shall help with your wound.”
In a large skyscraper in downtown RPGCity, a sinister meeting began.
“And so, as you can see, they are ready.”
“Yes, it’s moving according to plan!”
“Soon, we will be raking in big profits, at the expense of these RPGCers! BWA HA HA!”
An hour later, the Task Force was assembled in front of the hotel. Signs of restoration were readily apparent; the walls were fully patched, the windows replaced, and a new paint job was slapped on. Galloway stood at the podium, an IV machine pumping pure caffine into his veins, seemingly bringing him up to normal. Weiila was seated next to him, while Starstorm was nowhere to be found.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” said Galloway, “Weiila and I were discussing plans for a Christmas party this year, and decided to have the biggest bash the Internet has ever seen!”
“…And what would that be?” said GG Crono.
“We fixed up the hotel from three years ago!” said Galloway. “We plan to hold a massive Christmas party in there, for all of us!”
“You mean…all of RPGC?” said Darkness Beckons.
“No, I mean <i>everyone</i>,” said Galloway. “We plan to invite everyone we have fought alongside with, everyone who aided us in battling the great evils of Naar and his many minions! Yes sir, this is going to be grand! Grander than grand! The coffee is beginning to take affect! My heart is about to literally explode! Oh God somebody help me!”
Weiila quickly snapped the IV out of Galloway, and the saiyan began to calm down. “Now, I just wanted to inform you first, since I was hoping you would serve as security on that day. We have no idea how many people are going to show up; we may have to use a few space-altering spells, in fact. That’s why we need the best superhero team we can find! PLUS, I’ll be giving everyone in RPGC presents afterwards!”
The Task Force looked amongst themselves, and then turned back to Galloway. “We’ll think about it,” said Heaven’s Soldier.
Meanwhile, deep in space, a Spaceballs-sized ship cruised, picking up the near-dead remains of Jack T. Chick along the way…
(to be continued)
