Okay so this is something I was kicking around in my brain all day at work, let me know what you think about this little prologue into the first chapter. Read and Review please.
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I DONT OWN KICK BUTTOWSKI! GASP!
It was almost your average day in Mellowbrook, except one young daredevil is being dragged down the street by a young blonde girl. "No Kendall please anything else but this!" kick pleaded "Now stop it Clarence, you lost the bet so now you have to go with me to Ronaldo's!" Kendall replied while dragging kick. "This is the last time I play you in a game of poker" he said finally folding his arms, "I'll admit I may be a bit of a card shark. But we really need a fourth for D&D night. And you were the best I could do on short notice." she admitted a bit smugly. "Can't believe I fell for such an obvious trick, I knew I should have just got up and walked out when you sat next to me at Battle Snax, but noooo you had to call me out and I took the bait." "Should of, would of, could of, but didn't! So you're just going to have to deal with it Clarence!" Kendall said as she walked up the drive way of Ronaldo's lab. "What a way to spend my Friday night stuck with you, Ronaldo and uh, who did you say our fourth was again?" but before Kendall could answer the door to the garage opened up and there sitting at the far end of a table was Ronaldo and Gordon Gibble. "What's lose-ttowski doing here!" "What the biscuits? Gordon you play this lame game?" "Don't judge me! What happened to Gunther?" Gordon asked Kendall "Seems he can't make it tonight, something about his turn to "slay the ox" or something of that manner" "Wait Gunther, my wingman plays with you three?" "Hard as it seems to believe he does play with us." said Ronaldo.
"This is so not awesome..." kick sighed, "Just give it a chance Clarence, who knows you might just like it." said Kendall "Doubtful, really doubtful" he replied. "Well since we have a full group why don't we begin" said Ronaldo as he got up and walked over to a large wooden box. He opened it and pulled out a large polyhedral device, he walked back over to the table and placed it in the center "Alright everyone put on your V.R. glasses and then we can begin!" "Wait I always thought D&D was played with weird sided dice?" kick asked. "With science buttowski I have brought D&D into a new era!" said Ronaldo, "Now all we do is put on these glasses and let the computer play us through one of hundred possible scenarios! It's quite brilliant if I do say so myself." Kick looked at the thick dark glasses shrugging he slipped them on. At first there was only darkness around him, and then a bright and vibrant world appeared before him. If he wasn't sure that this was all virtual he could have sworn that he was outside.
"Okay guys so how do I play…" kick said, but noticed that he was alone, on a dirt path in the woods "Well now what do I do?" he wondered which way he should go until he heard screams from down the road. "Guess I know which way I'm going!" he bolted down the road to a small village, smoke can be seen coming off the houses people are screaming and running from monsters, kick watches as a woman who is running from a creature trips, "No, please have mercy" she said, the monsters only snarls and raise its club. "NO!" Kick screams and covers his eyes; the woman covers her head with her arms waiting for the pain but doesn't feel a thing curious she opens her eyes to see the beast fall forward a small thrown axe lodged in the back of its head. "BUTTOWSKI USE YOUR BOW!" a voice said, "Bow? What bow?" checking his sides he sees nothing but then feels something on his back, he reaches back and pulls forth a bow, he reaches again and pulls out an arrow. "FIRE INTO THE GOBLINS! HELP THE PEOPLE!" Not even thinking about it he loads the arrow pulls back and lets it fly, it soars through until it met its mark right into the eye of an advancing goblin "Now this is getting interesting!" kick kept firing into the invading goblin force working his way into the village, that's where he found the source of the voice that told him what to do, the figure was clad in armor he couldn't tell if it was Ronaldo or Gordon, or some random character because of the helmet covering his head. "Don't just stand there and stare keep fighting!" He said as he swung an axe with one hand and wielded a shield in the other.
It was a sight to see, the armored figure was taking on goblins two at a time and giving them one hell of a fight, kick saw two more coming from behind. He readied his bow and shot at one hitting it in the back of the head, and then the other which he only caught in the back of the leg, causing it to slip up. The armor figure made a wide swipe at the two it was fighting and caught them off guard dropping them both, it heard the goblin give a shriek as it was pierced in the leg, quickly the armor clad fighter brought down its axe into the goblins head. "Good job Buttowski. Thanks for the assist." the figure said as he threw his axe right past kick's head. He froze as the axe flew only an inch away from the side of his head, he stared as the figure got closer, snapping out of it he shouted with anger "WHAT WAS THAT FOR! I JUST SAVED YOUR LIFE!" the figure ignored kick walking clear past him and grabbed his axe out of the face of a goblin who snuck up on kick "Your welcomed" he said. "Well that looks like the last of them" he said to kick, "Now I wonder where those other two dorks are…" with the way this guy talked kick had figured that it must be Gordon, only he would call Kendall and Ronaldo dorks. "Well back at ya Gordon." "Gordon? I'm not Gordon, can't you tell it's me Clarence?" "Ronaldo?" he asked, the figure only sighed and took off the helmet, blonde hair cascaded down from the helmet to reveal… "Kendall? What the biscuits…"