Yeah, I’m this bored. And since Weiila and TD have to gather all the stuff from the LAST update, due to the damn server and their forgetfulness in getting backups, I can’t work on Naar Saga anymore. So…here goes.
The King of Fanfiction
By d_Galloway
Stage 1: The Castle of Fanfiction
Chancellor Magus and Lord Starstorm paced in front of the large door leading to Weiila’s private quarters. Star checked his watch. 10:30 exactly. How long does she sleep, anyway?
Finally, Magus had had enough. Grabbing his nearby scythe, he chopped the door into firewood. Lowly serfs grabbed the pieces and ran off as the two walked inside.
Weiila was still in bed, moaning and groaning. The two approached her carefully, with Magus being warey of what women are capable of when awakened and Star simply being cat-like. Finally, they nudged Weiila a bit. She woke up with a start, smacking Magus into a far wall and pushing Star into a dresser. Finally, she started to rise from the bed, but was obviously not in the best of conditions. Her face was flushed, her eyes were glazed-over, and her nose sounded stuffed. Finally, she just collapsed onto the ground.
Naturally, the entire castle went into a complete panic. Many were trampled trying to make the climb up to Weiila’s room. In fact, Tenchimaru Dracones himself crushed about half of them just for the hell of it. Weiila’s body was taken off to the doctor, while everyone awaited the news of what had happened to her.
Finally, they learned the terrible news: nearly a year of stress, caused by someone that’s name started with a “d”, had weakened Weiila’s immune system to the point where she couldn’t do anything anymore. She would be bedridden for a while.
“Shit!” said Star. “We have to tell King Mazrim right away!”
“Maz, sadly, is no longer king,” said TD. “He lost the title when he dissapeared for six months. It’s written in the fanfiction charter, article 90, section XXIV.”
“…you read that whole thing? Man, you have no life.”
“Shut up!” TD paced wildly. “We have to find her a king, and fast! Now what does the charter say about this again…”
They returned to the castle, with Star using his cat-like reflexes to keep up with TD at full gallop. They ran to the charter and found what they were looking for.
“In case of the injury or death of the current ruler of the Castle of Fanfiction, a contest must be held. Rare artifacts from the castle past have been hidden for just such an occassion. They must all be returned. The winner shall be named the King/Queen of Fanfiction.”
They quickly went to the phones to gather whoever was interested.
Galloway was back in the bunker, working on that potion of his, when he recieved the call. After learning that he could be king, he stuffed his poor victims into a big sack and teleported back immediately.
Ersatz was in a dark valley, writing about scary stuff and such, when he got the call. He jumped onto a souped-up mustang and rode off.
Archone was sleeping when the call came in. He left immediately, as well, although no one knows HOW he got there.
Val got the call, grabbed Gungnir, and left for the Castle. She may be a woman, but she could be King!
(Hey, it worked for QFGV, didn’t it?)
Kaiser was being worshipped in his fan club when a follower gave him the message. He quickly ran out the door and towards the castle.
Wil was eating a large pizza and playing a Breath of Fire game (may God have mercy on his soul) when the call came. He left his beloved home and went to the castle immediately.
Dante, Scott Baird, and Sephiroth Hayes were sleeping in the woods when a bear gave them the call. They left after hearing the message, but not before wondering how a bear got a phone in the first place.
Meanwhile, an evil shadowy force did an evil shadowy laugh, then accidently turned the lights on and blinded itself.
(to be continued…maybe)
Good start, and sounds promising, but what sort of challenge are we going to have to decide the new King?
Oh, I can’t wait to see how it pans out.