Installment IV. Wheinenheimer Dirkendouche sat by the fireplace with his tribe. He reflected on the many lessons he had learned over the past 2 years while on this quest for the One Ring. With a sudden sense of great pride and arrogance, he rose and spoke to his warriors... "My Friends, many eons have passed and our quest has not been a joyous one. Nevertheless, I stand before ye a mighty man of Dallasux... and I shall continue to serve my lands... for I am Wheinenheimer Dirkendouche... and I shall conquer the basketball universe and receive the One ring. Long I battled last year, until the basketball gods graciously bestowed upon me the title of greatest warrior in all the unnecessary fights, yet I have not been able to stride forth into the final battle. Long many nights have I curled up in my tent and cuddled with my stuffed foxes thinking of the battle against the Great Warriors from the Golden Lands who vanquished us. The wily ways of Baron Von Davisbeard and Sjax MuleMouth.... Who were dispatched to defeat us by our old Master... Sir Nelliestone of Bedrock. Yes my lads, I know it is difficult to speak of, but I have great faith that Master Screamyvoice will summon powers greater than all this season and we shall triumph!" Dirkendouche was giddy with pleasure, as he addressed his fellow compadres he could barely contain the glee within his disgusting soul. For he had been told of a great warrior that was soon to join them in their quest. It was the warrior he admired the most since he was a child growing up in the lands of Prussia. "ON YOUR FEET SWINE, SIR HASSLE OF HOFF ARRIVES SHORTLY!" he barked to his warriors. They jumped to their feet in obedience. Dirkendouche was moist with happiness. In his life he never dreamed he would meet the great warrior he admired so much as a boy and had tried to emulate many times. At last after what seemed like an eternity, Sir Hassle of Hoff had arrived. Dirkendouche pranced out to meet him, his golden hair braided, his blue eyes sparkling in the Dallsux sun, this was going to be the experience of a lifetime he thought. "EVERYBODYGETOUTOFTHEWAY" Shouted Master ScreamyVoice Avery, "He is here" BeadyEyes Howardjosh and BlackJet Terrygum were standing a distance away, they were secretly ashamed of their counterpart's girly behavior concerning the matter. "Look at him, fixed up like a comely lass on her night of betrothal" sneered BeadyEyes. "He didn't make this much a fuss over me when I arrived in Dallasux" said Terrygum with more than a hint of jealousy. Sir Harris of Devinshire was not present, for he had fallen in the middle of his tent without anyone touching him, and remained on the ground for several days. At least The great warrior stepped out of the carriage... Dirkendouche felt his heart skip a couple beats as he saw the shadow emerge... but then... suddenly things went terribly wrong. The man who emerged was not Sir Hassle Of Hoff at all. "Hello All, I am the new warrior, Sir Hassell of Trent" said the man. Dirkendouche was crestfallen. He sulked the rest of the night while Sir Hassell of Trent was welcomed to go to a Rhyming Exhibition by BeadyEyes and Terrygum. "Hassell of Trent???? what kind of horse discard is this man" he whined to his Master. "HESAGOODDEFENDERANDHELLSHUTDOWNTHEOPPOSINGSCOREROK!!!" said Screamvyvoice. Dirkendouche went slowly back to his tent to cuddle with his foxes, his dreams had been crushed, he had not found the One Ring, and his hair was all messed up. "It is going to be a long season" he thought before drifting off to sleep.
"gods graciously bestowed upon me the title of greatest warrior in all the unnecessary fights" LOL "Sir Harris of Devinshire was not present, for he had fallen in the middle of his tent without anyone touching him, and remained on the ground for several days." LOL wow dude that's too good. So funny. I hope there's like a 1,363,746,324,532 installments yet to come. I could read these all day. You should publish them and get paid or something. Sell them outside the Toyota Center on gamenights. You'd be filthy rich. J.K. Rowl--who? J.R. Tolk-- what?
LMAO @ those.. you realized how long I've been waiting for this? I've made countless request in other threads, and we finally got a new installment!! some one has to post this on the Dallas forum.. where are you matador? btw, I love the fact that everything Avery (screamyvoice) says is capitilized and non-spaced, makes me visualize him on the post-game podium talking his bullcrap..
For those that weren't around for the beginning, Ive put them together in order for your reading pleasure.
