Post by johnmwhite on Jan 15, 2011 22:46:28 GMT -5
--Cuddles rears up, his scaly belly heaving with a puff of hellish air. His towering neck draws back and the dragon prepares to blast through the door, then stops. The castle door has opened a crack, creaking with age. A tiny, wrinkled toadstool shuffles out, hand perched on a cane made from the stem of a flower.--
Toad Stool: Thunder...
--Our intrepid hero, having come so far and having so much destruction and demonstrations of masculinity planned, gapes at this interruption in his testosterone driven rampage.--
Thunder: YES?
Toad Stool: Thunder, I'm sorry but...
--The little mushroom man hacks and coughs. He is very old; clearly he has been rattling around this ancient castle for a long time. Thunder taps his foot against the dragon's side, impatient to be on his way.--
Thunder: Yes, out with it, come on.
Toad Stool: I'm sorry but... the princess is in another castle.
Thunder: Dammit!
--Furious, Thunder thunders about this revelation.--
Toad Stool: Also, the cake is a lie.
Thunder: Noooooooooo!
--Thunder howls to the moon! If the cake is a lie, what reality can there truly be? And does he really have to go all the way to another castle? There had better not be like eight of these damn things.--
TBC by ?
