The forumites ran wildly through the
tunnels, making various turns all over the place, hoping
to lose the badgers... but alas, the badgers were not
too far behind Grassie's tail. "Umm... plan here!"
panted frontmullet. "My... legs..." panted Dr
Warrell. "Must go faster..." Speedy panted, trying to
move her legs faster. Unfortunately, the tunnel is not
wide or high enough for her to fly. "Keep going! I
can't go on!" Grassie said, slowing down. "We're not
leaving you behind!" yelled MrD as he stopped and picked
up the ferret and began to run again, but since he had
stopped, he was not reaching the same momentum he was
before. A miracle needs to happen sometime soon, in
order to save these forumites from becoming... well... a
mush after angry badgers reach them! Finally... "A
DOOR!" Speedy said loudly. Sure enough, there was a
metal door not too far away... only a hundred meters or
so. "So... close..." said Dr Warrell. Grassie
jumped down from MrD's grasp. "Keep going! I'll
thwart the badgers!" said Grassie as he began to
dig. The others continued to run until they got to
the door. They ran into the room and closed it part
way. The door itself was steel-like, as well as the
walls and floors around it. "I feel safe in here..."
commented frontmullet. "I'll feel safer once Grassie
gets in here... where is he!" Speedy cried. The
badgers came into view and saw the door. "Stop them!"
shouted the first one, but suddenly, he disappeared.
Soon, the others followed in suit, I mean disappearing.
Loud badger curses filled the air. Suddenly a small
hole appeared in front of them and a white ferret head
popped out. "Grassie!" the forumites
cried. Grassie climbed out of the whole, so tired
from the spontaneous digging. Dr Warrel, who was near
the door, reached out, grabbed Grassie's fur, and pulled
him in. Speedy shut the door and locked it. "Grassie,
what did you do?" asked MrD. "I made... a huge
hole... made small... passage out... for me..." Grassie
gasped. "Grassie, you're so brave..." Speedy
commented. "Indeed. We owe you one," said
frontmullet. Grassie smiled. "All I want right now is
some rest. Can we sleep?" "Sure, that couldn't
hurt..." said Dr Warrell. "It could, particularly if
more badgers appear suddenly... how about if we take a 2
hour nap? Well, two people stand guard as the other
three sleep, with Grassie sleeping the entire time?"
suggested MrD. "No, don't make me be the odd one
out..." said Grassie. "Well, if you want to watch,
you can, but you sleep first. I'll be on first watch...
who else wants to be?" asked Speedy. "I will," said
frontmullet. "Ok, then MrD and Dr Warrell can do
shift two. After that, we explore this steel room..."
Speedy said. But Grassie was already
asleep.
Studying gives you knowledge.
Knowledge is power. Power corrupts. I am learning how to
be corrupt.
Elkae Dr. Elkae Knutsson, Dir., Dept. of
Stymied Peregrinations & Asinine Mischief, Inst. of Advanced
Exploration of Myst Worlds
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If only Elkae could have been there
to see the joy on the faces of Grizz and Veronica. If
only Elkae had clothes that could compete with Grizz and
Veronica. If only ... oh, never mind. Life was good
again.
Oh Mr. Badger? Do you think the prison
library has a copy of the movie "Stargate"? It would
help me get back to sleep, I'm
sure.
____________________ Those aren't
cockroaches, they're Corvairs!!
Dr Warrell quickly feel asleep when he
laid down. He went over the events that has happened
since... oh geez! Since he arrived in this place! What
craziness! What lack of knowledge! But then again, what
lack of an adventurous spirit he has... 'Bother the
scientific life...' Dr Warrell drempt, 'This is not what
I want to do with my life. Why, when I was a child, I
wanted to be... A LUMBERJACK! 'Leaping from tree to
tree, as they float down the mighty rivers of British
Columbia. The Giant Redwood. The Larch. The Fir! The
mighty Scots Pine! The lofty flowering Cherry! The
plucky little Aspen! The limping Roo tree of Nigeria.
The towering Wattle of Aldershot! The Maidenhead Weeping
Water Plant! The naughty Leicestershire Flashing Oak!
The flatulent Elm of West Ruislip! The Quercus Maximus
Bamber Gascoigni! The Epigillus! The Barter Hughius
Greenus! With my best buddy by my side, we'd sing!
Sing! Sing! I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay. I
sleep all night and I work all day.'
And in the
background, Speedy, MrD, frontmullet, and Grassie were
all stepping in time and being the backup
singers.
'He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.'
Dr
Warrell: I cut down trees. I eat my lunch. I go
to the lavatory. On Wednesdays I go shoppin' And
have buttered scones for tea.
Backup
singers: He cuts down trees. He eats his lunch.
He goes to the lavatory. On Wednesdays he goes
shopping And has buttered scones for tea. He's a
lumberjack, and he's okay. He sleeps all night and
he works all day.
Dr Warrell: I cut down
trees. I skip and jump. I like to press wild
flowers. I put on women's clothing And hang
around in bars.
backup singers: He cuts down
trees. He skips and jumps. He likes to press wild
flowers. He puts on women's clothing And hangs
around in bars?!
He's a
lumberjack, and he's okay. He sleeps all night and
he works all day.
Dr Warrell: I cut down
trees. I wear high heels, Suspendies, and a bra.
I wish I'd been a girlie, Just like my dear
Papa.
backup singers: He cuts down trees. He
wears high heels, Suspendies, and a bra?! [talking]
What's this? Wants to be a girlie?! Oh, My! And
I thought you were so rugged!
Poofter!...
Suddenly, Speedy walks up to Dr
Warrel, holds him by the shoulder and asks, 'Are you
okay?'
"I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay..." Dr
Warrell sang in his sleep. Speedy shook his shoulder
harder. "Dr Warrell!" "Oh... wha?" Dr Warrell
asked as he was woken up. "You were talking in your
sleep. Just making sure you're okay. Also, it's your
turn to do watch," Speedy said. "Oh... okay... " Dr Warrell said,
missing his lumberjack dream already.
Studying
gives you knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power corrupts.
I am learning how to be corrupt.
The badger gaurds
rudely awakened the Ancient One from his sleep.
Excitedly they related the story of the Golden Kachina
doll that had been delivered to the human and the
details of it's shape.
With enlightenment and
understanding, and great seriousness, the old badger
related how the Kachina the guards had seen was indeed
very powerful, Created over 300 years ago by a human
Shaman with great care and ceremony, it was extremely
powerful.
He instructed the gaurds that they were
to notify him immediately anytime they saw the human
performing any kind of a ritual pouring action with the
Golden Kachina doll. In the mean time he would come and
investigate on his own just to be sure the gaurds
observations were correct.
The old one reached
the cell just as Elkae was about to perform the ritual
pouring of the libation and telling the guards and
attendants it would be harmful for them to observe this
ritual, he dismissed them.
Once the guards had
left the cell area, he turned back towards Elkae and
cleared his throat. "Mggmmmm, pardon me, but could an
old badger bother you for some of that Hazelnut Elixer
of yours Madam? "
High atop a roof over looking the
Institution Hood Kestryll is lying on his stomach. His
chin resting on his arms. He turns his head to the
silent figure sitting next to him.
Grizz is
looking rather snazzy this evening. Veronica is looking
better too. Too bad Merlin and Ronda are about to get
into trouble for breaking into Shiloh's place. Of course
they could have saved themselves the trouble if they had
bothered to really study that stone. 'Med Lab Opening
Soon' would be a dead give away. Then again, it probably
could have been a little more obvious, but there wasn't
much room to begin with...
You don't say much do
you?
There's a slight scraping sound from the
shadows along the back wall. Kestryll
smirks.
No, you're staying right there until
I'm done with you. No cones in DISCO. Period.
Understood? *scrape* Good. I'll send you back to
your little friends soon. I want to make sure everything
is calm again.
Kestryll goes back to watching
over the Hood. The little red cone shivers silently in
the darkness.
(bows) Oh thank
you, thank you! I would like to thank Monty Python for
the originality of the script, as well as the 'copy' and
'paste' commands for helping me complete the
performance. Thank you all!
But also, my final
exam for my web publishing class in high school was to
make a website with the ENTIRE lyrics of that song
(which is what you see here, minus the last 2 lines
which didn't seem to make sense with my little plot
there). Let me say the teacher is a big Python fan and I
got an A on the exam and class.
Studying gives you
knowledge. Knowledge is power. Power corrupts. I am
learning how to be corrupt.
And Welcome back,
Shiloh...erm...George and Almech!
Back to the
story:
Veronica is talking a mile a minute. Oh,
not about the all important discoveries that Grizz had
made, but about an addition to the store.
"So I
was thinking, back in this corner we could display the
Gucci bags and then over here would be the..." Her
suggestions continue on for a good long
while.
"The Old One gratefully accepted the
elixer and took a sip, obviously enjoying the warmth and
deliciouls Hazelnut Favour. He looked up at Elkae.
"Hmmmm, this is a crafty one" Thought the Old One as he
studied Elkae. "Not to be trifled with by a slow witted
badger, young or old."
The Old One spoke, "Of
course you are aware their are others here attempting to
realize your release, yet, you do not seem to be so
ancious to leave these elaborate quarters. The sentence
you must serve, but I see no reason why you must remain
inside this cell.
Their are no links from this
age now. And only one exit door exists, as it does on
all ages, and we are very securly gaurding it. Secure
until the day you must use it to return fully to the
realm of the living. In the meantime, perhaps we can
make your stay more accommadating, providing you
cooperate?" The old badger handed the glass back to
Elkae, not quite empty, curious to see what she would do
and say.
Elkae Dr. Elkae Knutsson, Dir., Dept. of
Stymied Peregrinations & Asinine Mischief, Inst. of Advanced
Exploration of Myst Worlds
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The words of The Old One were plain.
She believed she understood his peace offering. What she
did not understand was the motive behind it. Fearing a
test (or worse, a trap) she chose her words
carefully.
I have committed crimes according
to the laws of my people. For crimes, there are
punishments. I accept my crimes and my punishments. My
spirit cannot otherwise be
cleansed.
____________________ Those aren't
cockroaches, they're Corvairs!!
The old badger stood. "You certainly did
commit crimes, you scared the bejeebe!!!! Huhhmmm, I
mean, Indeed you have committed serious crimes, but not
just against your people. Traveling through, or
appearing to travel into and through the underworld of
which the Badger is a keeper can have serious if not
unpredictable consequences.
However, you are free
to move about, but if you should have visitors........."
The Old One did not finish the sentence. Just looked at
Elkae and departed the cell, taking the gaurds with him
and leaving the doors fixed, but unlocked.