Beyond the Sea: Part Two

After having sailed across the sea…

The deck is lined with barf and spilled rum.

…fought their way through the Bahomet Megalith…

My darling Serpentine...

…and ascended BlackSpike Mountain, our heroes…


…had finally arrived at the Lair of the White Owl!

“Have you guys noticed our food bars never go down?”

“So, that’s what that bar is! I thought “FOO” was some kind of super attack bar.” Exclaimed Chuck.

“This isn’t Street Fighter, Chuck.” Said Nander Gruff. “We don’t have any of that faggotry in this game!”

“Quiet! We’re finally here!”

Que dramatic chanting music...

“He has a giant statue of himself on his fortress… not very humble.”


“Greetings, Winged Exemplar!” They all shouted, in perfect unison.

“You have traveled very far, overcoming many trials and traps I had left for you. You are indeed the ones who will save us.”

“Please”, started The Beholder. “Help us.”

“Of course, I’ve created four magic relics to give you AIDS… sorry, aid you, on your quest.”

He shows them a cube, a cone, a pyramid and a sphere.

“You may only choose one. Choose wisely, Heralds.”

Of course, the Heralds found an enormous bug, allowing them to take all four relics, multiple times. They even went so far as to sell the excess relics back to The Winged Exemplar for profit.

“You’ve chosen, wisely. That ONE relic you took will aid you greatly. To continue your quest, you’ll have to descend into the bowels of BlackSpike fighting your way through the N-Space Grid to the room that contains the clock, the Metronome Mysterium. You’ll then have to wind it. Then, assuming nothing goes wrong (and something always goes wrong) everything will be right again.

Without saying another word, our heroes bowed to The Winged Exemplar and departed. As they left, the owl said one last thing to them.

“Adventurers, while you’re out, can you get me a quart of milk and a pack of jelly beans?”


About grimdarkly

Not much I can say about myself. I am fond of reading and writing, and I aspire to one day be a famous author. I've been writing a book for the past year and a half. It currently is 130 pages long and is still in the draft phase. It's a three-part epic set over thousands of years, with commentaries on freedom and human nature. Much like my father, Cleve Blakemore, I am a perfectionist, so I hope that doesn't stop me from finishing it. I am fascinated by watches, women and intense philosophical discussion (though, I find many people lack the cognitive stamina to have long, serious conversations about abstract subjects). Often times, for the sake of other people, I have to feign stupidity. Many of them become perturbed if I speak with them like I speak with myself. I am a devout Christian and I believe that the teachings of Christ are a nutritious broth that has everything a human being needs: a sense of community, a code of ethics and best of all, the feeling that there is more to life than just living and dying, that there is life after death and there is hope. Jesus Christ is truly chicken soup for the soul.

Posted on April 24, 2012, in Story and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Can you die of game thirst? I want this so bad I am parched. Looks to be true successor to W7.

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