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It's been two months. This needs to continue.
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Notice that chapters will begin again in early January after I release the album I've been working on the past 6 months, sorry everyone for the long delay.
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Chapter Six: Scattered ...Still at the round table in the castle... Yorkius: Holy shit did we just stand here in place for almost three straight years? Trolldalf: Yeah, uh, considering the circumstances...that didn't really make sense, did it? Lambspoon: Hmm, yes. Indeed. Ah, mmhmm, that is fine. Yorkius: You're very agreeable today, Lambspoon. Lambspoon: Hmm, yes. Indeed. Ah, mmhmm, that is fine. Yorkius: Is that...all you really do around here nowadays? Lambspoon: Hmm, yes. Indeed. Ah, mmhmm, that is fine. Christophe: So......What uh...what exactly were we doing again? The group sat around, racking their brains to figure out why exactly they had all gathered there on that day, nearly three years ago. Suddenly, the group heard an awful wailing noise from off in the distance. Everyone grabbed whatever weapons they had on them, except Ki who only fought with the power of friendship. Droltab: Aw hell naw, I'm the only one allowed to cause a ruckus out here! The warriors ran outside to confront the cause of the distressed noise, only to be surrounded by an army of hawks wearing cult-like robes. Hawk 1: Caw-caw! We will take over Music Banterus with our penetrating wit and questionable sensibilities! Caw-caw! Hawk 2: Caw-caw! We have come for the throne! The hawks began swooping down on the heroes, and were too fast to be counter-attacked. But rather than strike to do the most damage, the hawks strangely nibbled on the heroes' nipples for a moment before ascending back into the air. Droltab: *pant* This is *pant* fucking weird, guys! *pant* Christophe: Do they *pant* mean us any harm? Gloofe, at this point, had laid down on the ground and removed his shirt, allowing the hawks to do their bidding. Gloofe: Just go with the flow, maaaaan. Trolldalf: Good God, man, is he still high on those shrooms?! Christophe: I got some strong shit. Hawk Leader: ENOUGH. The swarm of hawks flew off, leaving only the leader and a sense of sexual tension and unexplored potential. Hawk Leader: I called off my forces because I have just noticed something. A certain...power the resonates within the lot of you. Droltab: Can we get back to the nipple stimulation? Hawk Leader: ...call me next week. Anyway, despite my best efforts to break you, everyone here managed to withstand the might of my endless army of mildly-annoying-but-strangely-endearing hawks. You lot may just be the band of heroes I've been seeking for so long! Ki: Now hold on here, are you the mysterious dark bird from the future that spoke to me? Christophe: What the fuck, you mistook him for another mysterious dark bird from the future that spoke to you? Ki: Hey man, I can only process so much at one time. Hawk Leader: Oh shit, that's you, Ki? Damn you look even wimpier than I remember. But...yeah, I came to you from the future, and I've been searching ever since for the true warriors that can save this realm. Trolldalf: Oh, mighty, Hawk leader dude, I believe I know what it is we must seek to defeat the evil forces of Le Spambots of D- Hawk Leader: Le Spambots of Doom? *laughs hysterically however a giant humanoid bird would laugh*. Oh, you don't even know the half of it... To be continued.................... |
Oh my god. This. Rocks.
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