12-15-2003, 09:17 PM
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I told you I was coming back
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Location: Underneath a pile of DVDs
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Re: The Way of the Imp: Pip's Monastery [Training]
Okay the battle is entitled "Child of the Mind"
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It was another enjoyable evening for Fireball. The rain was coming down in buckets and he had settled in for a game of time splitters 2, after making the obligatory comment about the rain being good for the the farmers that surrounded the town. Fireball loads his favourite custom map, which he designed specifically for capture the bag, with the maximum amount of bots. All on the other team of course. About half way in to the game lighting and thunder begins. The noise of the thunder shocks Fireball out of his game trance and back into the real world. He pauses the game and flicks through the television channels. The Special Broadcasting service and the Australian broadcasting corporation, or the SBS and the ABC, were down. Not even the usual test signals were getting through. The commercial stations were not doing much better. Every time the lighting flashed the images were replaced by static.
Although Fireball had recently purchased a new power board, with extra surge protection, he was not about to take any chances. After all he always remembered the story he was told about a vcr exploding during a storm because it was still plugged in, and the idea of that happeing to his cube frightened him. Quickly returning to the game, he selects quit from the pause menu and returns to title screen with haste. He then quickly touches the cubes power switch while holding the powerboards connection to the wall socket. As soon as the screen is black, because it is not recieving any signals from the cube, Fireball rips out the plug. Flash, crack, just in time. That last bolt of lighting had hit the creek that was just a few streets away.
His cube safe the young man then proceeds to unplug everthing else, even the fridge and frezzer. That done he realises that he had to switch of the power point that the power board had been plugged into. As he presses the switch another bolt of lighting strikes. This time it struck Fireball's house. The powerful surge lances down the wiring to the power point fireball is touching. His body twists like an insect caught in a bug zapper and he is thrown across the room. He blacks out for about three minutes.
When he comes to he notices a young woman standing over him. Her clothes suggest snowboard, however a snowboarder would not have two revollers sitting in a gun belt around their waist. Nor a sawn off shoutgun aimed directly at Fireball's family jewels. The young man recognises her, it is the trade mark gray beanie that gives it away, but she should not exist in this world.
"Is that you Beanie?" he asks.
"Yes," she replies, "But that is The Beanie to you, Dad."
The Beanie is the name that Fireball gave to his ever urge to run amock with semi automatic weapons, blast things with shoutguns, blow stuff up and finally his desire to be in old style shoot outs. It took female form when Fireball first started playing good old perfect dark.
The Beanie pulls the trigger of the sawn off. Flame springs from Fireball's feet and send him backwards along the floor. The what would have been a life altering shot harmlessly hits the floor. It makes a mess of the carpet though and fireball thinks to himself, "Mum's going to kill me." He gets up and faces the Beanie. "What was that for?" he asks.
The beanie smirks and says, "I'm sick of you running my life Dad. I want to do more then be a character for FPS multiplayers."
She placed her shotgun in a a specially designed holster on her back. The Beanie then pulls out her revolvers and begins firing Fireball amasses a ball of flame in his hand and releases it in towards and oncoming bullet. The bullet melts in the air and falls to the ground. The ball of flame continues and strikes the beanie on her left hand, it causes her to drop one of her guns. She continues firing with the other one. Fireball leaps out the window and hits the ground hard. He feels pain in his left arm, it might be broken, thats what you get for leaping out of the window of a house of the queenslander design. He manages to stand and he realizes that the Beanie has leapt out after him. Fireball tries to encase his fists in the flame that was gifted to him. It doesn't work the pelting rain has made him to wet. He must fight with out the aid of his powers. He grabs his cricket bat that he had left on the front lawn after playing criket with his brothers that afternoon. He swings the bat and the Beanie yells "Wacky Swat." Her hand had broke it in half. Fireball tries to punch her but she grabs his hand and presses her remaining revolver against his belly.
"Just one thing," Fireball begins to ask," How did you get to this world from the parasitic universe in which you reside?"
"You know how it is with interdimensional travel and people with super powers dad," she replied. Fireball nodded. The beanie pulled the trigger and left Fireball there to die. As he lay there on the wet ground he cursed the existance of teen angst and anger. Luckily before Fireball's injures became untreatable the neighbour arrived home and helped him get medical attention.
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Is this good enough?
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