-1Disclaimer; I own nothing of Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy nor Danny Phantom. H2G2 is owned by BBC and the late Douglas Adams and DP is owned by Nick and the ingenious Butch Hartman. I WILL NEVER OWN ANYTHING! SO DO NOT COMMENT. I understand that this is almost exactly like the prologue in H2G2 so live with it.
I enjoy long reviews that tell me what I am doing wrong so please no three word reviews. (yes I have gotten a three word review)
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Tommy Fablark had recently crashed on the outskirts of a town in the middle of a large land mass that was ever-so-slowly moving along the surface of an insignificant little blue-green planet orbiting at roughly ninety-eight million miles around the star Sol. The star Sol was positioned in the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy, Milky Way.
The rather ignorant dominate life form on the planet were the Hominoid ape-descendant humans who thought that digital watches were still a pretty neat idea. This planet, and its ignorant dominate life form, had a problem. This problem was this: most of the people on the planet were unhappy for pretty much all of the time, a few suggested solutions for the problem consisted of small green slips of paper which was odd considering the fact that on the whole the small green slips of paper were not unhappy. So the problem remained most of the people were mean, and most of them were miserable, even the ones with digital watches. Most of the small green slips of paper were held by a man by the name of Vladimir Masters. Vladimir Masters was not miserable just unhappy, the perfect life for him was owned by another man by the name of Jack Fenton.
This is neither of these men's stories but the story of an intergalactic hitchhiker and his adventures after the crash that brought him to the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy known as The Milky Way, to an insignificant little blue-green planet orbiting at roughly ninety-eight million miles around the star Sol most notably the outskirts of a town in the middle of a large land mass that was ever-so-slowly moving along the surface of the said insignificant little blue-green planet. This town was called Amity Park and they were currently in a state of induced rain caused by a ghost.
This may seem strange for out of town folks but in Amity Park it was perfectly normal to have a weather controlling ghost attacking in the dead of night. It was also normal to see the green blasts fly through the air and explode. Another floating figure dressed in red on a red jet-sled was firing red blasts at the ghost who was shooting green blasts at the weather controlling ghost who was causing the rain. This too was normal.
Tommy Fablark pressed a button on his now crashed space-pod and watched it fold up into a backpack type object. He put it on his back and grabbed his plastic shopping bag with the saying(to anyone who could decipher the Centauian Alphabet)DUTY FREE MEGA-MARKET, PORT BRASTA, ALPHA CENTAURI. BE LIKE THE TWENTY-SECOND ELEPHANT WITH HEATED VALUE IN SPACE--BARK! This bag held his copy of The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, his 'thumb', his power source locator, and most importantly his Towel from Marks and Spencer. With that in tow Tommy set off for the nearest apartment complex.
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A/N Okay short even for me but hey it is the prologue. I hope that once the Warrior of Writers Block finds this story he will let free my main story, Reaper, from his dark and evil clutches for me to work on it. Please Review I only need one review and this gets updated. Just like Reaper if you're reading this and haven't read Reaper please do, and don't forget to review.
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