Installment 3. Dwarf Master ScreamyVoice Avery's eyes squinted as he paced around the graveled roads in the midday sun... He was mere minutes away from taking his team of Overlords to face the most hated and feared opposition in all of the Midwestern Earth.... ScreamyVoice encountered one of his overlords and found him very distraught. "What say you, BeadyEyes? Have you forgotten your brethren to come about and sulk in the fields?" "Nay Master" replied Howardjosh, "I am fearful of what challengers we shall face this day, for I was not chosen by the gods of basketball wonder for this years game of the gods." "Fear not BeadyEyes HowardJosh" said the dwarf Master, "Although the gods of basketball wonder failed to bestow upon you an invitation to the Game of the gods in the city of Las Vegasin, the outcome shall not be of any matter to anyone, for whatever transpires in Las Vegasin, shall remain in Las Vegasin." he paused for a minute and then added "Today is the challenge that shall be remembered more by the merry men of Dallasux, fixate your attention upon this and not anything else." "Thank you my master" said Beadyeyes Howardjosh. "The challenge has been set forth!" cried Weinenheimer Dirkendouche as he emerged hastily from the team's changing quarters in nothing but a loin cloth made of pink carnation petals. "The Fiery Spaceships of Houstone have dispatched fifteen of their best warriors into battle against us. With 3 warriors from both team watching from the side wearing suits of fine fabric as usual" "Fiery Spaceships of Houstone?" questioned Blackjet Terrygum "Are they not the challengers that boast the Great Wall of the East and the McLazyEyes Grady?" "We have confimed that McLazyEyes himself has been travelling with them, But no one in this part of the land has ever seen this Great Wall of the East and I am confident it is nothing more than a fable" said Master Screamyvoice "However, we are not to forget their strong supporting warriors, Sir Luther of Headsburrough, Dikembonen Mutomboldore, and Juwantan of Howardshire." "And what of their powerful front warrior Sir Hayesboggle Foulsalot?" inquired Dirkendouche "Shall he be a great nuisance to us?" "I know of him" said BeadyEyes Howardjosh. "He is but a dainty warrior who parades in women's dresses and was not even called upon in the warrior selection of the year in which he left his homeland and declared his allegience to the basketball gods." "Then it is settled! We shall vanquish them posthaste!" proclaimed Dirkendouche. When the Holy Trinity of Mav overlords and their somewhat less appealing helpers entered the wooden courts of the MiddleWestern Handcart Centre to do battle, they had no idea what they saw next would baffle even the mightiest of their warriors. After the first introductions of such players as FancyPass of Alstonion, and the much feared McLazyeyes Grady, who was known for his onslaught of violence, out of the opposing dressing quarters emerged a man so great, no one could even dare fathoming standing in his way. He was tall and handsome, and many even said looking directly in his eyes would result in instant death. His name was Yao Mingpong, The Great Wall of the Eastern Earth. When he entered the courts. The Mav overlords were baffled. Blackjet Terrygum threw his banded head garment up into the air and exlaimed "By the gods! Its the Great Wall of the East!" Weinenheimer Dirkendouche, his golden hair in curls and bows, looked upon his rival's giant tree-like legs and said to his fellowship "Behold my Lads... The Twin Towers"
go for it. also for those of you wondering, I don't spend much time on these at all really, The first i just came up with on a whim and wrote the whole thing in about 5 minutes.
These are great character names you came up with. But would it not have been better to introduce Yao for your Return of the King installment?
this stuff is so good.....it more than makes up for all the sappy sweet JHS true romance puppymush with finalsbound.
This stuff is like crack. I've been checking the boards nonstop waiting for moes next installment. Keep up the good work! I'm getting the shakes already in anticipation of part 4.
Thine storytelling hast brought many to the place of tears. Tears of the joyous are like the rings of The Dream... unbeatable in the utmost. Henceforth shall it be known that IROC it the Moronic has placed his seal upon thy keyboard, and it shall be known as thine Keyboard from which Light doth Shine. May the tales and fables of the one Moestavern19 be exceedingly bestowed upon we, the wasters of time known as the Clutchfansdotnet bee bee essenes... until such time doth come at which interest is no more.
