Yzarc, wearily rode his horse into the town where Tribdog had once lived. His hometown of Harmony, Polatski. As he started to look around, he could feel grief swelling up in his throat. Was Tribdog the only survivor of the town's explosion?
He came in favor to find, Tribdog, the Tribbles & Whips food that, 'Ol Tribdog needed survive. NOT his friend Tribdog would be sacrificed! He already had a scam in planning.
Night time was soon to become, because a mysterious voice had called him away from his hay bed and told him that he must on pony back, using only his Shetland Pony, ride the ten hour journey to Harmony. The voice told him, that the only place Tribbles could be found was in Harmony.He was so exhausted, that laying on the firm, fecal, tarantula ground, didn't bother him at all. Bugs or not. He closed his eyes, closing his eyes downing into a deep sleep. Besides, fried tarantula make great filling for his favorite pancakes!
Now, night will fall in three hours.
On to sleep, Yzarc was hoping a dream will answer the questions in his head. After a while Yzarc heard a woman's voice speaking. "Who are you? YZARC! Where are you?" .
Yzarc started to think a survivor may be around. Focusing his eyes, to the left of him, could only see a hazy purple blob in the shape of a woman.
"Pick up the pill!" she said. On the ground was a blue laminating succulent juicy pill.
"It belonged to the Lady of the Lake's," said the voice.
Yzarc, ever the particular, picks it up and say,"And what am I to do this this purple pill?"
"You stupid human!" yells the voice. "NOW down the purple pill and swallow it!" she yells.
"I am not stupid, I am brave!" and he whips the purple pill at the evil laughing temptress. In his daze of sleep, Yzarc had forgotten that he was throwing the jellied purple pill at ghost The pill floats out of the ghosts body and lands on the ground, rolls down the hill, and jumps the bank, and plops into a beautiful pond. Now this pond was filled with fish of the most outstanding colors!
"You think your troubles are gone?" and with that she laughs a horrible laugh. Her awful laugh echoes as a dark grayness swirls around you. "Your troubles have only begun...," the voice cackles.
Suddenly, Yzarc find himself inside a horrible, twisted, cold and gray labyrinth. He hears screeches and watches as a group of small, flying monsters are heading towards him. With a frightened scream, Yzarc starts to run for his life. Branches swing out in front, but he shoved them aside running - looking for a place to hide. The flying monsters are getting closer, their awful screeches piercing the air. They have found him.
The woman's wicked laugh rings in your ears.
Yzarc was running as fast as he could when he realized he had one bottle of deadly poison in his hidden pocket. Pressing the passcode to gain entry into his hidden pocket, he retrieved the bottle. Yzarc, screwed opened the cork with his large teeth. Throwing drops of the pee-like liquid poison at the little flying monsters. He stood and watched for a moment as the little *bwitching monsters shriveled up and died. Turning his back from this scene, Yzarc took note of all the entrances, each large opening seemed to be begging him to enter. Not sure what to do, Yzarc, started running, he could see in the distance an opening with a red calming light. Running toward, and into the red light, he ran for hours. In heavy body sweat, black dirt dripping from his chin, pants that were wet for lack a facility, green snot running down his nose, finding his mouth and dripping into the opening - which of course he enjoyed, his reward was a solid dead end.
In the echoing distance, he could hear the ghost's crackling laughter.
Someone needs to restore the order to this thread before my whole world colapses, er, collapses- ah, quick- does "colapses" have one "l" or two?