A/N: I own neither LOTR nor HR. I wish I owned Frodo and Sam and Strong
Bad, but I don't. Later I'll be posting a link so you can see a list of
characters.
Strongbadia is changed. I hear it in the Greatest Hits CDs. I feel it in the sbemails. Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it.
It began with the forging of the great tires.
Three tires were given to the cheerleaders, evil and enviably skinny.
Seven to the sticks, stuck in the ground with cheeseburgers on them.
And nine to the sports players at the field by the school.
For within these tires was the strength and will to govern Strongbadia. But they were all of them deceived.
For another tire was made.
In the land of Caffeine, in the fires of Mount Dello, the dark lord Saurmad forged in secret a master tire to control all the others.
And into this tire he poured all his evil, stupidity, and weird obsessions with weight-lifting and eating potato chips.
One tire to rule them all.
One by one, free people in the Strongbadia area fell to the power of the tire.
But there were some who resisted.
A last alliance of citizens fought against the armies of Caffeine. And on the slopes of Mount Dello, they fought for the freedom of Strongbadia.
Victory was near. But the power of the tire could not be undone. It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, that Jim Bob fought against Saurmad. Saurmad, the enemy of the free citizens of Strongbadia, was defeated. The tire passed to Bob Jim, who had this one chance to destroy evil forever. But the heart of Bob Jim was easily corrupted, and the tire of power has a will of its own. It betrayed Bob Jim to his death. And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend; legend became myth. And for five seasons the tire passed out of all knowledge. Until, when chance came, it ensnared a new bearer. The tire came to the creature Gollsad, who took it deep into the tunnels beneath his room. And there it consumed him. The tire brought to Gollsad unnatural long life. For two years, it poisoned his mind. And in a dark corner of his depressing room, it waited. Darkness crept back into the world of Strongbadia. Rumor grew of a shadow in the east, whispers of a nameless fear. And the tire of power, perceived its time had now come. It abandoned Gollsad. But something happened then, that the tire did not intend. It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable. A marshmallow freak. For the time would soon come when marshmallow freaks would shape the fortunes of all.
Strongbadia is changed. I hear it in the Greatest Hits CDs. I feel it in the sbemails. Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it.
It began with the forging of the great tires.
Three tires were given to the cheerleaders, evil and enviably skinny.
Seven to the sticks, stuck in the ground with cheeseburgers on them.
And nine to the sports players at the field by the school.
For within these tires was the strength and will to govern Strongbadia. But they were all of them deceived.
For another tire was made.
In the land of Caffeine, in the fires of Mount Dello, the dark lord Saurmad forged in secret a master tire to control all the others.
And into this tire he poured all his evil, stupidity, and weird obsessions with weight-lifting and eating potato chips.
One tire to rule them all.
One by one, free people in the Strongbadia area fell to the power of the tire.
But there were some who resisted.
A last alliance of citizens fought against the armies of Caffeine. And on the slopes of Mount Dello, they fought for the freedom of Strongbadia.
Victory was near. But the power of the tire could not be undone. It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, that Jim Bob fought against Saurmad. Saurmad, the enemy of the free citizens of Strongbadia, was defeated. The tire passed to Bob Jim, who had this one chance to destroy evil forever. But the heart of Bob Jim was easily corrupted, and the tire of power has a will of its own. It betrayed Bob Jim to his death. And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend; legend became myth. And for five seasons the tire passed out of all knowledge. Until, when chance came, it ensnared a new bearer. The tire came to the creature Gollsad, who took it deep into the tunnels beneath his room. And there it consumed him. The tire brought to Gollsad unnatural long life. For two years, it poisoned his mind. And in a dark corner of his depressing room, it waited. Darkness crept back into the world of Strongbadia. Rumor grew of a shadow in the east, whispers of a nameless fear. And the tire of power, perceived its time had now come. It abandoned Gollsad. But something happened then, that the tire did not intend. It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable. A marshmallow freak. For the time would soon come when marshmallow freaks would shape the fortunes of all.