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Moysha Winwood sighed. He was rather bored. Of course, when one is doing nothing interesting, they tend to get bored, but it still should be stated. Moysha sighed again, mainly because he was bored and people who are bored sigh repeatedly. He sat up. He was in a room. It was cube-shaped, and exceptionally dull and room-like, adding to the boredom. He was supposed to be doing work, but a smallish portal (ish because it was the size of half the room, which, as far as portals of this kind are, was pretty small) had suddenly opened in the room. Usually this would excite him, but this was Lore. Portals opened up every Tuesday. And because Lore never seemed to have its suns set, it was always Tuesday, so portals were all the more regular. Moysha stood up, and decided to start using the portal as a paper-bin. He screwed up the work he was meant to be doing and chucked it in. Of course, he hadn't actually started the work yet and thus the paper was blank, but watching the paper explode as it slightly touched the portal was fun. The portal had swallowed up his favourite movie, but the mourning was over now and he was vengefully murdering paper, for he had moved the movie over there because he had to put the paper there.
Suddenly his phone called. Weird, he thought, I didn't even know I had a phone. Or that phones had been invented. He then concluded his thoughts with another Weird. and satisfactorily decided it was now far too late to finish his work as it was now 3:00pm, and he should be getting some sleep. After having his scone, homemade, of course, with butter and fresh extra-thick double-cream with no jam, he decided enough time had passed and though it was still to early to start his work, he should go out and buy some groceries or some such. Maybe he'd tell someone about the portal too. It looked a bit dangerous. He put on his wizard's robe, even though he was actually a Beastmaster Hybrid, and walked out with his loving Crickeydile to buy some groceries and possibly explore the world, as was routine for Lore's citizens. The insurance-seller trying to call him gave up, and attempted to call Artix von Krieger to see if he had volcano insurance yet, and if he did, would he like to switch to their insurance company.
Meanwhile, on the planet Ramoli, Syom, WarpTracker extraordinaire, was not pleased. He'd accidentally been left behind by the LSS Alteon because due to a error in the programming his name had been left of the register, and there were an odd number of WarpForcers, meaning the buddy system had failed to help the crew. What was really annoying him was that a giant portal had almost engulfed the entire planet, and he only had a blown up movie, with no player, for survival, along with several blown-up pieces of paper that kept coming through. He considered going through the portal, but the fact the movie and all the paper was blown up had discouraged him. He nibbled on the paper, while the blown-upness had given it a sort of flavour, it was ash-flavour, and didn't really taste that better than normal paper. Darn, he thought, and lay down to have a little nap.
Moysha was bored. In a world where all arcane knowledge, which you think would require years of study, could be bought with gold and z-tokens, there wasn't much for him to do except repeatedly murder/banish/knock-out monsters/creatures/strange people who you fought in random encounters even though they weren't monsters. He wondered if there was more to life, and he decided, no, there was not, and that he should just go to Ballyhoo, who had strange visions of parallel universes which seemed to advertise themselves for gold and occasionally z-tokens.
Maybe there was a quest he could do. He ran up to a tree then started checking if it had any kittens in it. Sure enough, he then faced a demon kitten from the fourth dimension. Logical and exceptionally vicious, just as to be expected.
The demon kitten roared at him in a demonic way and jumped at him. Moysha readied his all-powerful Bar of Soap, then dodged out of the way in a spectacularly spectacular way. Then he raised his completely rubbish Wooden Staff and tried not to blink, a hard task when light is pouring out of your eyes due to the glowiness that happens when you cast a spell. Eventually he blinked due to the red light, but the spell worked anyway. First a Vampire Lord raised from the ground and then attacked the demon, the demon's blood pouring out of a new hole in its neck. Fortunately it didn't change into a vampire, which was quite a relief. Next an Alpha Werewolf raised from the ground, and did pretty much the same thing. Then a Werepyre raised from the ground and also did that exact same thing. The demon was on its last leg, and was utterly doomed when Moysha's crickeydile ran at it in a strange way that somehow damaged it.
"Well, that was weird. Now, any moment now..."
"Halt!" called a voice, "Is this the town of Battleon?"
"Ah, just like normal. Yes, good sir, it is."
"Good! I wish to launch an invasion, because I am an orc!" said the voice. The voice's owner appeared and was suitably green. Within seconds the owner was knocked out. He didn't even have an army. Suddenly Moysha had a sudden memory of his house.
"Well, then, the quest demands I say to go to my house!" and then he popped off to his house. Unsuitably, the house was engulfed by a huge portal. "Oh, smeg," he said as the portal suddenly exploded, engulfing his pet crickeydile, his weapons, his spell scrolls and also a pidgeon.
Moysha was flung in the air indignantly and after a few minutes plummeted back to Lore's ground. He checked his magical pockets. All his stuff was gone except for his Cloth Robes, Wooden Staff and Lightning spell. He stared blankly as 1535 in change exactly rolled to him from the explosion. Oh, that's just great, he thought, despite it being incredibly bad and not-great.
< Message edited by Manga Maniac -- 9/24/2010 12:40:45 >
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