Uh, not quite sure what the duck this is yet, but I think it might be some sort of prolog.Anyways, enjoy!
PoTaToEs
A sh*tstorm.
That was exactly what was happening in the land of Fanfiction.
Pieces of excretement rained down from the greyish skies above onto the people down below, most of whom happened to be hurling chunks of their own bodily waste at one another, all the while shouting and screaming and squealing at the top of their lungs.
Amidst the chaos, one lone figure, a ninja to be exact, trudged through the muck leading a holphin behind her. The smallish ninja stopped briefly to pull her mask higher up her face, and squinted at a map held firmly in one hand.
"Almost there, Dohn Joe, almost there." she muttered, more to herself than the holphin.
Then, as an afterthought, "Gods, give me strength."
And with that, the ninja and her companion waded their way into the cave.
The deep, dark cave of Valcup.
For starters, the amount of filth in that cave was simply unbelievable. It even came up to the holphin's chest at some points, and the ninja would have to clamber onto it's back, clinging there like an anxious little spider.
She fastened her mask firmly on her face, so completely overwhelming was the smell.
At long last, they came to the deep, dark heart of the foul cave, and the ninja reached, with trembling hands, for her torch to further examine the putrid, writhing mass they were currently standing in.
As the first beams of light began to illuminate the filth, Dohn Joe let out a high-pitched squeal and turned to flee.
"No, Dohn Joe! Stay!" commanded the ninja, and Dohn Joe heeded, rooted to the spot with terror, squeaking and whistling in distress.
Having thus secured her companion, with a wildly palpitating heart, the ninja turned to examine the muck around her.
"Ohhh suffering scallops," she took a step back, eyes widening in shock of what was before her.
She gritted her teeth. She was a Dragonmarker, for the Gods' sake, she could do this.
The ninja gritted her teeth. "Gods, give me strength." She spoke aloud this time, before diving headfirst into the abyss of sh*t
VoRpEnT CuRe
For your knowledge, a holphin is a creature of the Marijuana Mythos. It resembles a horse with the head of a dolphin. Dohn Joe is the name of my holphin.
Also, I'm not saying that all fanfiction is sh*t, only there's a lot of it, the sh*t I mean, there are well-written fanfictions, only they're hard to find.
Sort of like hunting for gold nuggets in a cesspit.