Friday, February 19, 2010

The Dark Swordsman





I was now well on my way to my new life. Seeing as how I was very exhausted from the "hazing" I had experienced on the journey thus far, I decided to make myself comfortable. I could not help at marvel at the idea that I had my very own bed. Even if it was only temporary, it still blew my mind. Seeing as how I had become quite accustomed to sleeping on newspaper and straw in Rodoslav's apartment, this was a new height of luxury.
I lay down on my bunk, and began to ponder what might lie ahead of me. I heard one of the "instructors" saying something about how everyone in group "Laborat" would be working 18 hour shifts. Could this really be true? I cannot believe my good fortune! Most of my days up to this point had been filled with quite a bit of idle time. I had spent many dark hours pondering many bad things. I think I may have taken it a little too far when I started planning the downfall of all mankind. Of course now, it seemed, those days might be over. Its time to start being a productive human Being!
I managed to fall asleep rather quickly. I found this rather surprising seeing as how I did not have any rations of Natural Light available. Praise be to Thmetul Nesulehomon our Instructors had the good sense to give us a good little work out.
I slept for what seemed to be an eternity. When I woke, I found myself experiencing a very odd sensation. Somehow, I had fallen out of my bunk. Furthermore, the decaying waste from the toilet had spilled all over me. Very bizarre. When I stood up, I was met with yet another surprise. I found that I could not stand. I was being slammed about my small chamber repeatedly. What mighty force could be responsible for this? Is this the work of he who is not? However, in only a short time, I began to realize what was going on. The only possibility was that I was aboard a very large ship. Of course, I had never seen one, but I heard both Rodoslov and the Shogun of the Dark speak of them before. I had no idea that there could be such massive sea-going vessels. Even though I was blind-folded on my journey up to this point, I got a good sense of the size of the vessel when I was escorted to my room. I also figured that all of the others from groups "Laborat" and "La Morte" must be on this ship. I am very glad that I was given my own room. I don’t even want to think about how annoying the gasps of horror would be from those idiots.
After about 12 hours in the violent seas, I heard my door begin to open. I saw three large men standing before my door. The first two were about the same size. I would have to say that they were just slightly over six feet and weighed at least two-hundred and fifty pounds. However, the third man was far larger than they. He was not only taller, but he was much broader and muscle bound. He even carried a severely large sword.














With one hand, the largest of the men grabbed me, pulled me out of my cell, and then threw me violently up against the wall. I would have to say that his technique is superb, far better than the relatively small man that slammed me back at the apartment. After which, he commenced the barrage of yelling as was customary. "MOVE! FUCKING MOVE! I thought to myself, "It’s about time!"
I began a brisk job down the corridor, with the two large men at my side and the larger man in the rear. We continued at a good pace until we came to a metal stairway. This must have been the same one that I came down about a day earlier. We made our way to the top, coming to a hatch. One of the men opened the hatch, which revealed blinding sunlight. We were now on the main deck of the ship. It was a very unusual spectacle to behold. The vessel had a massive deck. It seemed to at least one thousand feet long. Behind me, about a few hundred feet, stood a large tower-like building sitting upon the deck. On the tip of it I saw an object that appeared to me to be a very large, but shallow dish. Protruding forth from the center of the dish was a pole-like device. Of course, I was met with a heavy blow to the back of the skull before I could take in any more of my surroundings.
The instrument used was none other than the grip of insanely large sword from the insanely large man. Okay, here me out for a second here. Normally, I like to play along with the so called "hazing" that is customary for new employees, members and such. However, one thing that you must know is that in my present form, I am invulnerable from taking damage as a result of blunt force trauma. I tried to imitate what ordinary humans refer to as pain for the sake of this so called "initiation", but they seemed to be rather perplexed.
The largest of the men could not stop looking at me in amazement. The smaller men seemed to feeling some sort of dread. Come on guys! Cheer up! It seemed to be a good day at sea. Why not enjoy it I thought? Before anyone could take any action, a very mysterious looking man had come forth from the control tower. I wonder what this is all about.






















We Arrive at Our Destination



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