Hey! It's a rainy Sunday night and I'm bored... so I decided to write a few random tales about marching band stuff. Haha, maybe I should hand these out to my band. I'm sure they'll have fun with them. Anywho, here's one story. It's about Dr. Beat... I'm sure you all know who that is. -shudders- One of my most memoriable (but not in a good way) experiences involves my band director and Dr. Beat attached to a megaphone on full blast. Whee. We were all very twitchy for the rest of the week.
Disclaimer: Dr. Beat = not mine.
THE CREATION OF DR. BEAT
There once stood a forest, far away from all civilization. It was rumored to be haunted by dark spirits, however these rumors were quite unfounded, since no one would dare to enter the forest for fear it was true.
It was known, however, that a twisted old man lived in the deepest, blackest, more horrible part of the woods. None of your typical "happy" forest creatures such as deer and rabbits lived there. It was instead infested with wolves and bears, evil badgers and rats the size of a trombone. All of these creatures fed on one another, and it came to be that they all grew apart in their mistrust for one another, and became immortal. The twisted old man who resided with these animals once knew them all as friends, but as they all in turn became malicious and mistrustful, so did the man.
He build himself a hut, which he dubbed the "Palace of the Evergreen Forest". It was not at all a palace, but an old shed made of rotting oak and stinking lichen. Inside he stored his handmade furniture, and a large gray tablet. He would write upon it everyday, making plans to take over the world with an army of devious forest creatures. The man would become overexcited when he visualized it: black bears like mammoths, crushing houses; snarling wolves biting off heads. It was all in all a very violent plan, but he knew it would never be horrible enough. For all the pain fangs and claws and poisonous bites might cause, they would never harm the ears. He began to make a plan to conquer the country, the continent, the earth. Sitting in front of the pewter tablet everyday he would sketch out plans, until one day, he came up with the perfect one.
Before him rested a drawing in chalk of a metal machine, the size of your hand. It had buttons, a digital screen, and a speaker. Out of which would come the most horrendous, mind-breaking noise ever known to man. Dr. Beat was born.
He quickly built it up (don't ask me how). Eager for a chance to test it, he glanced out the window and saw a poor, lost little bunny wabbit. It was looking quite scared as it chewed on some clover, its eyes darting about nervously, aware for signs of danger. The twisted old man slipped outside, put in some ear plugs, and hit the On button.
The poor baby bunny wabbit dropped dead instantly.
Blah blah blah, time goes on. The man invaded a local town and killed all. However, he was injured in the act and was forced to listen to Dr. Beat without his ear plugs. Thinking he was immune to the horror he had created, he didn't bother to worry. But, within minutes his ears had shriveled up. "NOOO!" he screamed, but all was silent. Everyone was already dead, and the nearest living being was nearly ten miles away (Dr. Beat has a great range). The man was soon reduced to a pile of dust. The wind picked up, and he blew away into the sky above his old home, the dark forest, the place of doom and the invention of dark devises.
Dr. Beat ticked on.
Disclaimer: Dr. Beat = not mine.
THE CREATION OF DR. BEAT
There once stood a forest, far away from all civilization. It was rumored to be haunted by dark spirits, however these rumors were quite unfounded, since no one would dare to enter the forest for fear it was true.
It was known, however, that a twisted old man lived in the deepest, blackest, more horrible part of the woods. None of your typical "happy" forest creatures such as deer and rabbits lived there. It was instead infested with wolves and bears, evil badgers and rats the size of a trombone. All of these creatures fed on one another, and it came to be that they all grew apart in their mistrust for one another, and became immortal. The twisted old man who resided with these animals once knew them all as friends, but as they all in turn became malicious and mistrustful, so did the man.
He build himself a hut, which he dubbed the "Palace of the Evergreen Forest". It was not at all a palace, but an old shed made of rotting oak and stinking lichen. Inside he stored his handmade furniture, and a large gray tablet. He would write upon it everyday, making plans to take over the world with an army of devious forest creatures. The man would become overexcited when he visualized it: black bears like mammoths, crushing houses; snarling wolves biting off heads. It was all in all a very violent plan, but he knew it would never be horrible enough. For all the pain fangs and claws and poisonous bites might cause, they would never harm the ears. He began to make a plan to conquer the country, the continent, the earth. Sitting in front of the pewter tablet everyday he would sketch out plans, until one day, he came up with the perfect one.
Before him rested a drawing in chalk of a metal machine, the size of your hand. It had buttons, a digital screen, and a speaker. Out of which would come the most horrendous, mind-breaking noise ever known to man. Dr. Beat was born.
He quickly built it up (don't ask me how). Eager for a chance to test it, he glanced out the window and saw a poor, lost little bunny wabbit. It was looking quite scared as it chewed on some clover, its eyes darting about nervously, aware for signs of danger. The twisted old man slipped outside, put in some ear plugs, and hit the On button.
The poor baby bunny wabbit dropped dead instantly.
Blah blah blah, time goes on. The man invaded a local town and killed all. However, he was injured in the act and was forced to listen to Dr. Beat without his ear plugs. Thinking he was immune to the horror he had created, he didn't bother to worry. But, within minutes his ears had shriveled up. "NOOO!" he screamed, but all was silent. Everyone was already dead, and the nearest living being was nearly ten miles away (Dr. Beat has a great range). The man was soon reduced to a pile of dust. The wind picked up, and he blew away into the sky above his old home, the dark forest, the place of doom and the invention of dark devises.
Dr. Beat ticked on.