a/n Lemme just say that like everyone else says, I don't own these
characters, I just like to manipulate them for my own plots and schemes.
Muahahahahhaha! Anywho. I just started writing this for no apparent reason.
I think it was having a day off from school, having a cold and being bored
that added to this story. Enjoy!
15 Minutes until DOOM!
This story starts with a small little unimportant planet off of the face of the universe. This little place called "Earth" allways constantly thought it was in charge of the universe, in fact if you asked one of the Terrans named Bishop Berkely a few centries back he would say "I create the world when I observe it." Course as they evolved more and more of these Terrans began to say the same thing, including the superior ones they called 'physicists'.
Even though they thought they controlled the universe, they still couldn't get their lives to not be miserable. Most of this was due to the fact that their 'economy' was verry shoddy. It acually was a more evolved version of bartering and exchange and hadn't gone the way of the Bulbaxtons yet which bartered people, although some small groups of terrans found that out (they were called 'whores').
At this time this story is more about a house. A small unimportant house by a small unimportant terran by the name of Artur Dent.
Arthur woke up that morning wondering why in the hell he was alive like many other terrans like himself do when they wake up in the morning. He looked out the window at the bulldozer and with a feeling of Deja Vu (terran speak for unintentional recognizing of the fact that all time existed at one moment) Arthur found himself moments later lying in front of a bulldozer.
As he was sitting there trying to decide what he might have for dinner that evening (quite possibly chineese take-out) a cloud passed over the sun. Surprized Arthur looked up. Instead of seeing a cloud over the sun, he saw his friend Fnord Prefect who was wearing his usual Mechanic's shirt with the name Fnord Prefect and jeans. Arthur found his friend unusual and at times, downright confusing. Even though Arthur didn't know it, happenstance was that Fnord materialized on earth right in the middle of a bookstore. He looked over and saw a book by a terran named Malcalypse the Younger. Upon looking inside the book for a name for himself, he came across a word: fnord. And it stuck. Where the Prefect part came from, he says later that he made it up in that instance "Cause it sounded good that way."
With a small squeltch Fnord helped his friend up from the already dried mud, the squeltch came from the unimportant terran that was looking over at them. He was decended from an acient race of people, memes from his family tree had him hearing a yelling, pillaging and plundering group of people in his head which were called Day After Thanksgiving Shoppers.
"What?" Fnord asked the man as he nerviously looked between Fnord and Arthur. In the man's eye, things had to go just in plan or else he doesn't know what to do. This is where he was at this moment.
"I- Why are you getting up?" He asked and Arthur looked over at Fnord, who was looking up at the sky.
"Look," Fnord said, after the Jedi Knight trick didn't work, "Why don't you lie down here instead. I mean, what in the heck is it going to do for you? I'm just going to take him down to the pub and then we'll be back and he can take back over." Fnord thought to himself, these stupid terrans, they'll believe anything.
"Allright." the man said and lied down in the mud where Arthur was lying before.
"Come, I have some important news." Fnord said grabbing Arthur by the arm.
"What is it?" Arthur asked when they intered the bar and ordered a round.
"The world's going to end in about ten minutes." Fnord said.
"What?" Arthur said. He couldn't hear Fnord over the sound of the buldozer running into his house.
Meanwhile the squeltching man was still hearing those Thanksgiving Day Shoppers, only now they were fighting a person over a popular kids toy and winning.
15 Minutes until DOOM!
This story starts with a small little unimportant planet off of the face of the universe. This little place called "Earth" allways constantly thought it was in charge of the universe, in fact if you asked one of the Terrans named Bishop Berkely a few centries back he would say "I create the world when I observe it." Course as they evolved more and more of these Terrans began to say the same thing, including the superior ones they called 'physicists'.
Even though they thought they controlled the universe, they still couldn't get their lives to not be miserable. Most of this was due to the fact that their 'economy' was verry shoddy. It acually was a more evolved version of bartering and exchange and hadn't gone the way of the Bulbaxtons yet which bartered people, although some small groups of terrans found that out (they were called 'whores').
At this time this story is more about a house. A small unimportant house by a small unimportant terran by the name of Artur Dent.
Arthur woke up that morning wondering why in the hell he was alive like many other terrans like himself do when they wake up in the morning. He looked out the window at the bulldozer and with a feeling of Deja Vu (terran speak for unintentional recognizing of the fact that all time existed at one moment) Arthur found himself moments later lying in front of a bulldozer.
As he was sitting there trying to decide what he might have for dinner that evening (quite possibly chineese take-out) a cloud passed over the sun. Surprized Arthur looked up. Instead of seeing a cloud over the sun, he saw his friend Fnord Prefect who was wearing his usual Mechanic's shirt with the name Fnord Prefect and jeans. Arthur found his friend unusual and at times, downright confusing. Even though Arthur didn't know it, happenstance was that Fnord materialized on earth right in the middle of a bookstore. He looked over and saw a book by a terran named Malcalypse the Younger. Upon looking inside the book for a name for himself, he came across a word: fnord. And it stuck. Where the Prefect part came from, he says later that he made it up in that instance "Cause it sounded good that way."
With a small squeltch Fnord helped his friend up from the already dried mud, the squeltch came from the unimportant terran that was looking over at them. He was decended from an acient race of people, memes from his family tree had him hearing a yelling, pillaging and plundering group of people in his head which were called Day After Thanksgiving Shoppers.
"What?" Fnord asked the man as he nerviously looked between Fnord and Arthur. In the man's eye, things had to go just in plan or else he doesn't know what to do. This is where he was at this moment.
"I- Why are you getting up?" He asked and Arthur looked over at Fnord, who was looking up at the sky.
"Look," Fnord said, after the Jedi Knight trick didn't work, "Why don't you lie down here instead. I mean, what in the heck is it going to do for you? I'm just going to take him down to the pub and then we'll be back and he can take back over." Fnord thought to himself, these stupid terrans, they'll believe anything.
"Allright." the man said and lied down in the mud where Arthur was lying before.
"Come, I have some important news." Fnord said grabbing Arthur by the arm.
"What is it?" Arthur asked when they intered the bar and ordered a round.
"The world's going to end in about ten minutes." Fnord said.
"What?" Arthur said. He couldn't hear Fnord over the sound of the buldozer running into his house.
Meanwhile the squeltching man was still hearing those Thanksgiving Day Shoppers, only now they were fighting a person over a popular kids toy and winning.