It was just another typical day at the park. Everyone was sitting on the steps of the house, waiting for Benson to come and give them their chores for the day. The crew included Skips the Mighty, or Skips, as everyone liked to call him. He was a ripped, tall yeti. He was also affiliated with a society of immortal beings, so he had worked at the park for quite a while. Others included Muscleman, a, despite his name was a morbidly obese man with green skin. He had a brown mullet and wore a blue shirt and blackish blue pants. His friend was HFG, or High Five Ghost. He was a ghost with a hand sticking out of his head. Then there were our heroes, Mordecai and Rigby, two rookies who had just started working at the park. They were both kind of lazy, and tended to slack off from their work, giving them a bad morale with Benson.
"So, Muscleman, what do you think of the crazy amount of work Benson's been giving us lately?" Mordecai, the blue jay, asked.
"I dunno bro." He answered. He gave a quick glance to HFG and then returned his gaze to Mordecai and smiled. "You know who else doesn't know about the crazy amount of work Benson's been giving us lately?" He asked.
"STOP TALKIIIINNNGG!" Rigby, the raccoon exclaimed. He tended to get impatient with things like this. Muscleman was just about to make one of his infamous "My Mom" jokes. He took something someone said, asked it again, and then answered it with "MY MOM!"
"You know who else should stop talking?" Muscleman started
"Dude, Benson's coming this way!" Mordecai warned.
"You know who else – oh, for real, you mean." Muscleman said.
"Okay, everyone. Busy day." Benson began. As manager of the park, it was his job to oversee the groundskeeper's duties. He was sometimes a little hard on them, but he cared about them sincerely. Mordecai and Rigby were two fine examples of this.
"Skips, you need to pick up the trash on the north end of the park. Muscleman and Fives, you're on snack bar duty. Mordecai and Rigby, there's a tree in the northeast of the park. Some of its branches fell off in last night's storm. It's your job to go pick them up and dispose of them. And properly, this time. Don't just throw them somewhere else, otherwise…"
"We're fired?" Rigby finished.
"Someone's catching on." Benson joked.
…...
The tree was pretty big. Its trunk was about the width of two Mordecai and Rigbys put together. It was about as tall as Mordecai stacked on Mordecai three times. "Dude, these branches are crazy big." Rigby complained.
"Come on, you big baby." Mordecai said. "Help me lift this thing." He said as he was lifting a giant branch.
"One sec, Mordecai." Rigby said. A glimpse of light had caught Rigby's eye, and he was pretty easily distracted.
"Rigby!" Mordecai shouted. He was a little more self-conscious than his friend about their slacking, but he went along with Rigby most of the time on these things.
"Whoa, Mordecai! You need to come check this thing out!" Rigby said. He was near the back of the tree, staring at something on the stump.
Mordecai went over and checked it out. It was a sword, a beautiful sword with a leather wrapped hilt and a silver blade. It had red gems on the end. There was an inscription on it.
He who plucks the sword from its resting place shall be condemned to eternal punishment.
"NAG!" Rigby yelled. He reached for the hilt, but Mordecai yanked him away. "No, dude! Don't you know how to read?"
"Dude, nothing's gonna happen. The sword has to be 300 years old, so it's not like there's some sort of curse, right? And imagine how much this thing will sell for on EBay!" Rigby reasoned.
Mordecai thought about this for a moment. "Probably enough to get us both outta this job." He said. "And for us to get an apartment."
"Okay." Mordecai said, defeated.
He reached for the hilt. There was an incredible surge of power rushing through him as soon as he had touched it. The sword began to glow red. Mordecai yanked the sword away. A yellow beam of light shot into the sky, and everything felt different all of a sudden. Mordecai felt improved as he gripped the sword; faster, stronger, more agile.
"Dude, I feel… AWSOME!" Mordecai exclaimed.
"I told you, man." Rigby said, victorious.
"Mordecai, come in." Skips said over their walkie talkies.
"Yeah, Skips?" Mordecai asked.
"Did you pluck a pretty good lookin sword from the trunk of that tree?" Skips asked.
"Um, not to say I did, but, what if I did?" Mordecai asked.
"Oh, well, that would unleash a zombie apocalypse which would kill everyone." Skips explained.
He turned off his radio. Giving a look to Rigby, Mordecai said, "We're screwed."
…...
Gripping the sword in his hand, Mordecai ran back to the house. He really WAS faster now.
He watched as he passed Muscleman in one of the park golf carts. "What the…?" He stammered.
Running up to the house, he noticed Skips was on the porch. He was holding a pair of binoculars in his hand. "Mordecai, don't you know how to read? He who plucks the sword from its resting place shall be condemned to eternal punishment. And now, zombies have risen out of the ground, and they're infecting everyone in Twin Pines. Have a look."
Looking out of the binoculars, Mordecai watched in horror as zombies began to infect people. Now, they were advancing on Mordecai's favorite place- The Coffee Shop.
Ooh, they jacked up this time. Expect an update soon! It really heats up!
Yours truly,
Regularwars2