Prologue— at the Dogville New City Partnership Offices
"So your name is… Dun?" Taz, one of the managers of Dogville proper, asked. "Yeah," Dun responded. "Why are you here?" Taz questioned the last-minute customer. "Well, I'd like to start up a city; in particular, one to rival Dogville. Could I file a trademark for the name Dunneapolis?!" Dun oozed with excitement. Taz was disgusted at this notion, especially by some random stranger who had came in after office hours. Checking the clock, Taz said to Dun, "Alright. Please come back tomorrow, our office hours are 9:00 AM to 8:00 PM. Mr. Dog will want to hear about this!" And so Taz hurried off, around the bend, and faded into the night. A grin framed Dun's light blue face perfectly, as the anthropomorphic blue fox grinned in his business suit. Dun shrugged then, heading back to the elevator and making his way to the ground floor. Upon his exit, a mysterious hand suddenly tapped him from behind. Dun turned around to see the figure of Maplewood's owner, "City" Cassidy, leaning up against a lamppost. "Hey, Dun," Cassidy said in the darkness. "Why are you here?" Dun asked warily, assuming they were a thief out at this time of night. Cassidy introduced themselves; "I'm the owner of Maplewood. Do you know who the Griefers are?" Dun was puzzled, responding a firm, "No." Cassidy smiled, saying, "Perfect! They can help you get that city of yours with no problems, no problems whatsoever." Surprisingly, Dun was pleasantly reassured by this stranger's notion. "How do I ensure there are, um, no problems?" Dun asked. "I'll take you to meet the Griefers straight away. There's a ship parked around here, if I recall correctly, and some Griefers are in it and can take us to Griefertown," Cassidy responded. Dun chirped, "Sure," yet unaware of the grave mistake that he'd just brought upon himself and Dogville.
The Kw6 Logs— Dun's Debacles
I had an amazing day. Now before you go, "Wait, Kw6, this isn't a utopia! The Tooniverse absolutely has many problems!" Just please shut up for now, and read for some time. The utopia part ends as soon as it begins. I woke up in my house, got dressed in my bulletproof jacket, and prepared to take on the day. To pass time I grabbed my childhood Walkman and played some Styx. I hoped that today wouldn't be an insane day full of nonstop danger and relentless action, but thankfully that held true. I went out to the local TOONMART, brought home the bacon, toast, lettuce and a few cans of chicken soup, and made myself a bacon and lettuce sandwich for lunch. In the evening I decided to take a leisurely amble around the neighborhood I'd resettled in after my palace was blown up by the Griefers, saying hello to some popular celebrities like Clarabelle the cow, Donald and Daisy the ducks, and Lilo the Polynesian human. But it was that night that I received the call from being on Dogville Emergency Contact List; "Hello Dogville Emergency Responders. The Griefers of Griefertown are planning ANOTHER attack on Dogville, as evidenced by the mass gathering in Maplewood Square. None of us are sure about the cause of this attack except for me, Taz; and I think it's this Dun guy that came in late last night and wanted to form a city, 'one to rival Dogville,' as quoted by him directly. We'd like to ask for help, as we didn't even win the first battle against the Griefers. But Kw6 and his friends helped us out a lot during that original fight, so I hope they're coming too. Have a good day, or night, and please come join the fight for Dogville. Over." I blushed at the mention, but still, Dogville wasn't just a place; it was a people within it. We could move it anytime.
However Taz and the Dogvillians were counting on me. I struggled with the two sides of the argument in my mind, going up to my bed and tossing and turning for hours. Eventually, I picked up the phone attached to my bed stand. Dialling Taz's number, I put the ringing phone to my ear. It took a minute of intergalactic travel on the phone line's behalf for Taz to pick up. "Yeah, Kw6?" Taz asked, obviously brooding by the tone of his voice. I responded, "I'm coming. But only me, and not my friends." Taz yelled into my ear, "REALLY?!" I came up with a tolerable one-liner; "You bet I am— let's whoop some Griefer butt."
I stepped off of my ship, parked in one of the recently-installed Mickey's Docking Pads. This ensured that the Griefers would face a serious consequence if they destroyed my new ship inside this area— an exponentially growing tax rate! I hurried to the Dogville Emergency Responders' meeting place, the under-construction Walmart, and gathered there with other familiar-ish faces. Among these were Breck and Lilo, our friends since Nova's most famous crime, as well as Drago and Wookie. "Hey, guys!" I yelled, stepping into the crowd. Most creatures turned and looked at me intently, making me feel like a celebrity again. "Hey man!" Drago chirped, walking towards me as the other crowd members made way for him. Wookie joined him. "Where's Breck and Lilo?" I asked the duo. "Oh, they're chowing down at the complimentary buffet," Wookie muttered, when I suddenly noticed his messy face. "You guys enjoyed it too? Anything I might like?" I added, my eyes scanning around the empty warehouse for a table and creatures around it. Finally I saw the table, and proceeded towards it; however Taz boomed through the intercom, "Responders assemble! In the crowd, please."
"As you might know, Dogville will be under attack by the Griefers soon. We've already taken many precautionary measures— arming citizens, barricading and closing stores and restaurants, and safeguarding Mr. Dog somewhere. We won't name his location, because we fear that there may be spies in the crowd. The Griefers' attack will likely begin today, sometime very soon…" Taz trailed off, stepping back down from the temporary stand. Just then, Taz's prediction was proven right. A Dogvillian was out of breath, hurrying up to Taz. They huffed, "THE GRIEFERS ARE HERE, AND THEY'RE BEING LED BY A BLUE FOX!" I cocked my head in confusion. "I have to see this," I said, and hurried off into the daylight. "Wait-" Taz was cut off by the Dogville alarms.
Black ships of the Griefers dotted the sky, but what really caught my eye was the blue fox leading the Griefer troops' charge. This made me stop. "Red, is that you?!" I yelled at them, holding back laughs. Then, I continued the insult; "Pretty stupid Halloween costume, honestly. Nick would be so mad at you!" The figure hollered back, "Hey everyone! I'm Dun, and I'd like to build Dunneapolis— the biggest city on this planet!" A Griefer whispered something in Dun's ear. Dun nodded, blushing. Then Dun piped up, "And we've come to make an arrangement, so that there can be no problems whatsoever! Meet my friend, Nova!" The vile leader of the Griefers, Red, stepped forth. "Hey there, Kw," he said, smirking at me. I aimed my pistols directly at him. "So this Dun kid is stupid enough to trust the Griefers?" I rasped, causing the groans of other recently-assembled Dogvillians from behind me. Together we formed a barrier on the road. "We won't let you get us again!" A Dogvillian roared, and another joined in. Another screeched. Then, Taz shuffled through the crowd and to the front. "Breck, Drago, Wookie and Kw6, please come forth," he boomed, adding, "Also, please stand down, Nova, or else we'll have to pound you to a pulp." Red chuckled. "Already am," I responded. Breck came next, then Drago and lastly Wookie. "We could use some of Parzival's stuff," I muttered to myself. "I have it," Wooke mumbled softly, and pulled out a set of small cubes. "Huh?" Red yelled at Wookie. Red stated, "Cubes won't help your petty cause, so it's best if you all stand dow-" Dun interjected, after a minute of pacing around and thinking. "No, Nova! That wasn't our agreement; we were only going to THREATEN them, not actually destroy Dogville! I just want to be able to build my city." Red laughed, saying, "That's not the way we work, Dun… you signed the contract. Did you even read it?!" The Dogvillians and I stood there awkwardly, watching in silence. As were the Griefers, sans Red. He was arguing with Dun, who was growing increasingly mad by the minute. Suddenly; "YOU LIED!" Dun screeched, launching himself at Red and bracing for a tackle. Hilariously enough, this was only the second major failure he'd made since I met him. Two Griefers slammed Dun to the ground, tackling his squirming body. Then, Red continued laughing; "Ha ha, Dun, do you still even want that city anymore?!" Dun managed a stifled— "YES," before passing out.
"Alright Kw, is this the best you've got? Four losers that helped you delay my plans for the last two times? I can do better," Red hollered, motioning for someone else to come forth. Notably, Clode was absent, as I was relieved that he'd successfully escaped. "This is 'City' Cassidy, and he took the place of poor Clode," Red explained. "If he's gullible enough to serve you— I feel very bad for poor Cassidy," I fired back, mocking my nemesis. "Quiet, Kw6!" Cassidy responded. "But still, I have to admit… um, Cassidy, you're making a bad life choice," Breck awkwardly interjected into our shouting match. Red answered, "Then stop helping the idiots, and join us. We'll gladly welcome you and your and can provide you with music and supplies for life!" Taz facepalmed, and so did I. However Red's statement caused a Griefer in his crowd to speak up; "And on that topic; um, boss, why don't we do raids anymore? We used to steal and blow up stuff all the time with Sillyman, but now we're just, uh, uh, fighting Kw6…?" Red scolded the Griefer, "That's because ending Kw's spreading of lies is more important than some… petty artifacts!" Then another Griefer stepped forth, one that I knew well. They broke free from the crowd, standing with Breck, Drago, Wookie and I. "Spurdog! Get back here!" Red irritably yelled to his astray troop. "No, Red," Spurdog quivered, then bravely standing up straight. I patted Spurdog on the back, responding, "See, Cassidy? Spurdog made the right decision. Unum rem decorum." Red began marching up to the barricade of Dogvillians, growling and getting ready to drag Spurdog back. "No meals for you!" Red screeched at Spurdog, continuing, "Disobedience is not tolerated towards your Griefer leader whatsoever!" This caused many Griefers to have expressions of surprise on their faces, and then admiration for Red. "I don't care," Spurdog proclaimed at Red. Then, Red marched right up in front of Spurdog. "What did you say?" Red barked. Spurdog responded firmly, "I DON'T CARE." Red was about to slap Spurdog, when Spurdog slammed Red to the ground. An increasing look of embarrassment spread across my face; Spurdog squeaked, "Big mistake. Oops?" And so, with the rage of their leader, the Griefers of Griefertown charged at my impulsive twice ex-Griefer friend.
I backed away quickly, watching with the barricade of Dogvillians as Griefers began jumping onto and slamming into Spurdog. Breck tapped my shoulder, and muttered to me, "Aren't you going to do anything? I thought he was your friend." I shrugged, then launched myself into the fray of battle. Most of the Griefers I hit were caught by surprise; however one knocked me out of their swarm, proceeding to punch Spurdog for the millionth time as I slid onto the ground. At this rate of pain it was doubtful that Spurdog was conscious, maybe even alive. Suddenly Red came out of nowhere, looking somewhat crippled but more enraged than before. "YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS, KW!" He screeched like a banshee, while I tried to hastily get myself back on two feet. I made the idiotic mistake of thinking about my dual P90s that had been knocked into the Griefer crowd upon collision with the ground, so in vain I tried to get them out of my pockets. Alas Nova was too quick, leaping right at me and slamming into my upper body. I released a guttural scream from my throat, as Red was choking me; then the Dogvillian militia surged forth, blasting their mismatched selection of firearms at Red. A few tackled him and pinned Nova down, causing the attention of the Spurdog-beating Griefers. I only saw a handful of Dogvillians began beating up the Griefer army, because I soon blacked out.
I woke up, seeing shades of green in the corners of my vision and being unable to recall many of the day's events. Or was it even the same day? I wasn't sure at all. A grumble erupted from my gut, and then I felt my head be nudged to the side and a crackling sound filling the air. I blinked twice, still with sights of green. Then I looked up, and hollered, "DID THE BLUE FOX GET US?" Laughter erupted from behind me, causing me to jolt upwards and spin around to face its source. I listened to the faint sound of consistent drumming nearby. Then I finally recognized the source; it was Breck! "You know, Kw6, I have to commemorate your new tapes. But still, Somebody to Love is catchy; though it isn't the BEST Queen song," Breck told me while I was still groggily comprehending my surroundings. "Who is Kw6, and did the blue fox get us?" I repeated, but quieter than before. "That idiot Dun? No, he got wrecked by the Griefers. You don't sound too good, man… and I can't believe I'm saying this, but YOU, the snake, are Kw6," Breck responded. He slapped me, causing me to slip sideways on the floor. "That wasn't nice," I murmured. "It's funny how sleepy you are, Kw6," Breck yelled. Soon Lilo and Taz entered the room, relieved. "You guys?" I asked, then yawned loudly. "Is he… better now?" Taz questioned Breck. Breck laughed, "If you mean better as in, very sleepy and remembering nothing, then sure!" Lilo hovered over me, studying my heavily squinting eyes. Then his eyes slid down to below my face, and instantly emitted concern. "Taz! Get a medic in here!" hollered Lilo Mep.
After bobbing my head to the music for about an hour, someone I didn't recognize at first burst into the room. "Long time no see, Kw6!" The person I assumed to be the medic greeted. "Who are you?" I asked the person. "WereBoy, man! I helped you save the Tooniverse!" WereBoy greeted, studying my neck area with worry. Breck interjected, "Well, you were just along for the ride, ya know… you didn't actually do anything." WereBoy scowled, tapping on my strained neck. I yelled in pain, "WereBoy! How did you get here from my palace?!" He gave me an odd look in exchange, then continued, "Still I'm upset that Mickey didn't give me credit, but then again I didn't want to hurt Nova. He's actually nice now, so I am publicly announcing that I am not taking sides in this fight!" WereBoy explained. Breck, Taz and Lilo gasped. "Huh?" I asked, still comprehending the last few minutes. WereBoy pulled out some containers from his bag and laid them out around me. Opening one, he pressed some balm against my neck. For a few seconds, I was totally relaxed. Then WereBoy responded, "Well, Nova told me some stories about you. I don't want to fight anyone. This is because I feel bad for Nova, and that I'm a healer, not a fighter." "But WereBoy, you can't just stand here while Dogville gets wrecked by the Griefers, AGAIN!" Lilo groaned loudly. However WereBoy was patient, and explained his notion; "I don't really care— Nova knows I don't want to see Dogville destroyed again, so he's confided in me that if it does get wrecked, it'll be immediately repaired." "What kind of lies has he been force feeding you?!" I yelled angrily at my former ally. "I don't remember the stories he told me, but they were enough to make me sympathetic for the Griefer; and he also introduced me to the tale of YOUR Griefer friend, Spurdog," WereBoy responded, grinning at the last bit. "Toss me a gun, somebody!" I commanded. Breck threw one of my dual P90s onto the ground, and so I grabbed it after a moment's hesitation. I hauled myself off the floor and aimed my gun at WereBoy. "I hate to hurt a friend, but I can't really trust someone in league with the Griefers," I yelled, stepping closer to him. He fired back, and for the first time ever I'd hear him use sarcasm; "Suits me. If you don't care about your amnesia problems and your injured neck, SO BE IT. And I wasn't going to hurt you anyway, because as I said, I'm a healer, NOT a hurter." Taz cocked his head at WereBoy, asking, "Is hurter even a word?" WereBoy shrugged, then dashed out of the room in fury. Only then did I begin to comprehend my surroundings; the Dogville Beach Bunker!
Taz slapped his forehead, causing me to jolt from my standing position. "We need to get him out of here," said Breck. "Yeah, WereBoy could leak this to the Griefers and then we'd all be dead," Taz continued. "Smooth moves, Kw6," Breck sarcastically commented. I responded, "What? I was just worried he'd, you know, render me dead or useless. There are some concoctions on the black market that could rob immortals like me of their immortality, and WereBoy seems smart enough to have brewed his own. Wait, am I immortal?" I watched some Dogvillians escort WereBoy to the exit ladder of the bunker. "Well, Kw6, now that you've revealed that, an immortal is someone like you, not able to die under regular circumstances of time or injury. You got your immortality from Bill Cipher, a reality warper, by years of training under him as an assistant," Breck told me, suddenly making a tad of sense. "Will I be able to regain my full memory?" I asked desperately. Everyone in the room shrugged at me. "Let's hope for the best," said Lilo Mep.
About a half hour later, chilling in the Dogville Beach Bunker and not remembering half of who I was, life was not so great. Knocks were heard at the entry to the Bunker, which was surprising. The whole group inside the Bunker began panicking. Then a black jacketed person dropped down, followed by several more. Naturally, I launched myself into battle after the cries of Dogvillians. But I didn't know who to fight, though.
I didn't care whose side I was fighting on; this time, it was myself against the Tooniverse. I threw black jacketed people into the walls and against furniture, and knocked anyone else that attacked me down onto the ground. One screeched at me to stop, but I didn't listen. Another made the floor drop out from under me, enraging me even more. By the next five minutes, the Dogville Beach Bunker was in shambles, all thanks to me. Breck, Lilo and Taz hurried up to me, pinning me down onto the floor and dragging me into the Bunker's hospital bed. Taz cuffed my arms, rendering my hands useless for summoning rays of raw energy. After something was injected into my arm, I howled in pain, but soon fell asleep after fighting the exhausted feeling for about a minute.
A loud buzzing sound filled my ears. "What happened?" I asked, as the memories of my most recent battle filled my ears and mind. I heard the cries of Dogvillans for me to stop fighting, because the battle was won; my thud onto the floor as Taz, Lilo, and Breck struggled to retain my wild rage; and the beeping of a hospital machine that synced to my heartbeat, just now. "He's awake," yelled Taz, huddling in front of my makeshift hospital bed. Then, Breck and Lilo along with Taz began dragging me onto the floor, where a cot was laid out for me to lay down in. "Is Kw6 done being berserk?" Breck asked warily. I responded, "For the record, you're right, I was wrong, but I kinda sorta helped you guys take down the Griefers' infiltration. Also, I feel better." Breck and Lilo cheered. "Kw6 has his old self's memories again!" Lilo yelled with pride. "He's going to help us get back at the Griefers!" Breck added, also with pride. Taz rushed out and then came back in, rasping, "Kw6, explain how you saved the Dogville Beach Bunker to these guys," as several injured Dogvillians came in. I studied their black-and-blue bruises intently, then realizing with great pity that I had caused those injuries! "Look, everyone. I'm really, really sorry. My memory was astray, I didn't know who was good and who was a Griefer, and…" I trailed off, but a Dogvillian interjected, "You're no better than the Griefers!" I blushed deeply in shame. "Stop being hard on him," said Lilo. "He's been through a rough couple of days, you know. Kw6 lost his memory, got beaten by his worst enemy, and had to rush out here for a place he doesn't even live near. So show him some respect, okay?" Lilo, my new hero, asked firmly. The injured citizens exchanged looks of concern. "Are you seriously OK?" One asked. I responded, "He stood up for me. Look, I get that you're just mad at me. But still, I'm your best shot at beating the Griefers. So honor that." Some nodded, seeing logic in my point. Most still pestered me. Taz interrupted my moment of relief with, "The Griefers know we're in here, probably thanks to WereBoy. We better move."
In a big hurry, the Dogvillians and myself rushed up the ladder. Some people tripped, delaying others. I put my P90 in its holster, scaling the hatch ladder and nearly bumping into a Dogvillian. Upon seeing daylight again, I was greeted by terrified Dogvillians. "Oh, great," I muttered, looking to the sky and seeing an armada of Griefer ships hovering above us. Then, I stood on two feet. The Dogvillians cleared a path for me to step to the front, therefore I did. But for the second time that day, Red was literally one step ahead of me.
"Hey Kw, how's it going?" Red asked sarcastically. "Feeling like crap since you've caught me," I fired back. He grinned. "Anyway, since you've had this grand old circle of trust, I've thought to myself, 'Hey, what if I make my own?' Introducing, the Fighters of Nova City!" Red boomed, as Griefers stomped on the ground to create a drumroll effect; suddenly, a person wearing old-timey robes and a hat appeared out of nowhere. Then, Cassidy made his grand reappearance as he burst through the crowd. Finally another mysterious figure emerged; they proclaimed in a high-pitched voice, "Remember me, Kw?" Red groaned, readjusting his expression to a now-fake smug one. "So, Kw and the Dogvillians, fear the Fighters of Nova City! Meet Jacob, our mage, Robson, my brother, and Cassidy, our resident brawler!" Red hollered, and the Fighters cheered as Jacob summoned explosions in the sky. The Dogvillians and myself groaned, in anger and a tad in fear.
"Your wizard friend will have a lot to put up with," Jacob said to me, adding, "Plus, he's fighting on the wrong side. You've been a jerk to Red for a long time now, and he's done absolutely nothing against you." I screeched, "MY GODS! HOW DO YOU EXPLAIN HIM TRYING TO KILL ME AT EVERY STEP I TAKE, EVERY MOVE I MA-" I tried to keep hollering, but heard nothing. Jacob chuckled lightly, and made some hand movements that allowed me to speak again. "-U GUYS ARE JUST MISGUIDED, THAT'S ALL!" I continued ranting, then quieted down. Suddenly Breck popped out of the Bunker, scanning the scene of defeat around him. "Who're these idiots, Kw6?" Breck asked, in a sarcastic tone per usual. "These idiots say they fight for Nova City," I responded, with a sliver of fear. "Actually, we're the Fighters of Nova City," Cassidy interjected. "Yes…" Red commented with pride. "Oh, brother," I rasped. Robson leaped forward and almost slapped me, but I bounded at him in return and slammed him onto the ground. Disappointingly, Red showed little distaste for my action against his brother. "We'll get you back tenfold, Kw," he assumed. "Griefer army, stand back. I think you all can take a rest, because the Fighters of Nova City are about to test Dogville's resc-" Breck interjected confidently, "NO, WE'RE THE DEFENDERS OF DOGVILLE! CHARGE!" And so, Breck and I launched ourselves at Nova's pathetic attempt to counter us, after I drew my good old P90s.
Cassidy was probably the weakest of the bunch; I threw him off-guard up against a Dogville Beach hotel, while Breck began assaulting Robson. Robson put up a bit more of a fight than Cassidy, but still Breck was able to beat him up with only a few sore spots. A very brave Dogvillian charged forward, as the Griefer army inched backwards. But why? Then, I realized their reason as Jacob summoned a wormhole under me, causing me teleport and fall from the sky. I began falling faster and faster, then my vision turned sideways as I was… shot from left to right?! "STOP— PLAYING MIND— TRICKS ON— ME!" I screamed, pausing involuntarily when the wind of the wormholes hit me. Dogvillians watched in horror at the power that Jacob held. "Destroy him," Nova muttered to Jacob. Jacob shook his head, responding, "I can't. I don't want to do anything like that, because I believe everyone deserves a second chance." Then Nova persuaded poor Jacob further; "Kw's had plenty of second chances. If you let him die now, I will promise to buy you all the spellbooks you want. Remember our prom-" Suddenly, I was thrown onto the ground and nearly fainted in joy. Standing above me was Quarter, and he held Jacob in a magical chokehold!
"You... get away from my friend or else you won't be so lucky. And Griefers, just stop. Stop attacking Dogville, stop trying to get my friend, and stop being idiots," Quarter proclaimed, dropping a wheezing Jacob back onto the ground. "That was well thought out," Cassidy sarcastically yelled. I got up, fighting for consciousness, but then my battle instincts snapped me into attack mode. Cassidy was thrown against the hotel again, groaning in pain and causing Red to assault Quarter. Jacob darted off into the shadows, probably fearing a loss against Quarter, but Robson got back up and raced towards me. Shockingly, Dun came out of absolutely nowhere and slammed Robson to the ground. "Get away from Kw6!" He screeched, continuously smacking Robson's already bruised body. I turned to face Dun, and asked awkwardly, "How did you get here?" Dun responded, "My secret," with a broken tooth visible in his mouth. Then, Quarter dropped down to the ground, exhausted, on an island surrounded by the sea of the Griefer army.
"Aren't you guys going to do something?" I asked the horde. "Um, no," one responded. "We've like, been destroyed by you like, a lot, like a few weeks ago," another piped up. Both shrugged. Red rose to his feet, stumbling with every step. "GO— GET KW!" He huffed. The crowd remained still. "We should retreat," said yet another Griefer. A loud slap and a domino effect of Griefers tumbling over ensued, courtesy of Cassidy. Cassidy stood proud, next to a wheezing and wobbling Nova, and proclaimed; "We won't let you get away this time, Kw6." "What're you going to stop me with?" I asked sarcastically, drawing my P90s. "Look up," Cassidy commanded. I refused. "Too bad, Kw," Red huffed with a satisfied grin on his face. A sneaky Griefer ship's (prototype?) suction ray was pulling me up and off of the ground. However, Dun lunged at me and pushed me out of its ray, letting him take my place. "NOOO!" Red hollered, and I knew this was time to leave. I ran towards Quarter, picking his limp body up and dragging it over my shoulders. Breck aided me with this, and so we ran with Taz and Spurdog across the road, over train tracks and out of Nova City.
We didn't get far without the roars of the Griefer army following us close behind; our car was not that far away, only parked at a rest stop on the highway, but that wasn't close enough. However, a navy blue Griefer-esque truck was parked on the road with its doors open. So naturally I seized this opportunity, with Breck, Spurdog and Quarter's limp body stretched out in the back and Taz and I in the front. I fired up the car's engine, adjusting the shift lever to forward and ordered Breck to shut the one open car door. I then turned on the radio, switched it to my faithful Kw6's VinylRock station— It was actually started up after Red failed at taking over the Tooniverse out of newfound popular demand— then I quickly slammed the pedal, and we were speeding through the road at an unsafe speed to Don't Look Back by Boston.
"THIS IS A PROTOTYPE VEHICLE!" Spurdog yelled over the rocket-powered engines. "It's a getaway vehicle, called the GR13F3R," he followed up with. "Creative name," Taz muttered faintly. We began speeding up a bridge, and I gunned the throttle when I saw Griefer trucks in the rearview mirror. Suddenly our truck was sailing through the air, not very high above the tip of the bridge but still impressive. I engaged a Nitrogen boost upon seeing the button for it, causing us to gain distance on the Griefer trucks. "Which way is Dogville?" I asked over the blasts of air. Taz pointed to the left, and just as he did that our truck smashed into terra firma with a loud and violent BUMP. The wheels bounced and shook from the impact, but I threw us all to the left and onto the highway to Dogville.
At this point our car was going insanely fast. The speedometer was flipping out, having passed the two hundred mile per hour mark. The world around us became a blur as all blobs of color ("cars") ducked out of our lane. Hissing emitted from the engine. Griefer trucks were far, far behind us. I slowed down a bit, only pausing just barely over the one hundred sixty miles per hour mark. Then Taz screamed, "TURN NOW!" And so he grabbed the steering wheel, throwing all five of us against the windows and forcing the shiny windows to crack. I lost control of the GR13F3R truck, and we began spinning out. Trees crumpled under the sheer force of our vehicle, and the windshield paid the price. Quickly our speed was lost, ramming into Walmart and causing the entire building to quake. Mr. Dog, donning a construction hat and overalls, raced outside to find the commotion. He stepped back, as our getaway truck emitted much fumes and smoke from its front grill. I opened its side door, which fell off, and stepped out, saying, "We come in peace, Mr. Dog. We just escaped from the Griefers using this crazy cool getaway truck, and-" I paused as the truck's loud speakers cut out, and Breck emerged from the side, trembling and dragging Quarter. "We need to get ourselves to the— Dogville hospital," Taz instructed Mr. Dog, dizzy from the wild trip. Mr. Dog nodded, as Drago and Wookie emerged from Walmart. "So you guys just camped it out while we went and fought the Griefers?" I sarcastically asked the pair of cowards. "Um, yeah," Drago responded. "We still helped though," said Wookie, showing off his ornate origami fold of the Walmart logo. "Cool, but still not helpful," Spurdog commented as he exited the broken GR13F3R truck.
"You again?" Drago squeaked. "Yeah. I kind of joined the Griefers again, then I quit, again… please don't be mad at me," Spurdog responded. I yelled at Spurdog, "Well, if you join them again, I'll take pleasure in beating you to the ground." Spurdog tensed up, saying, "No no no no no… please. I hate the Griefers." "Then why the heck did you join them again?" I questioned. "Well, Healla, um, he pressured me. I should get you two to meet— sometime, and we can, uh, work this out," Spurdog stammered. Breck necked Spurdog, and (in my fashion) sarcastically noted, "Well, if you want to introduce a Griefer to Kw6, prepare for them to get whooped big-time." Then he laughed, with no one else. "The Griefers have probably followed us here!" Taz yelled with a sudden realization. Then, Jacob shockingly teleported in right next to Taz. I drew my dual P90s and aimed them at the wizard's sudden reappearance.
"What do you want?!" Spurdog hollered at Jacob, and readied his fists for another battle. Jacob threw his wizard staff on the ground, and proclaimed, "I've never seen true friendship like yours before, Kw6. I'm sorry for believing in Red, because you were so right! He's so rude, evil and annoying!" His sincerity was questionable, but Spurdog lowered his fists. "Go on," I responded, motioning for him to continue. Taz and Breck just stood by, as Jacob walked towards Quarter's limp body. "May I feel his pulse?" asked Jacob. I shrugged, thinking more about what Jacob had said before his question. Swiping his hands around Quarter's chest, different orange symbols appeared nearby finally culminating in a heart. A loud gasp emerged from Quarter as he lurched upwards. In shock he punched Jacob, throwing Jacob to the ground on impact. "Get away from my friends!" Quarter roared. Jacob inched backward, and said quietly, "But I revived you. You were in a coma, Quarter. Your wizarding skills are far higher than that of mine, and I commemorate you for that." Quarter was actually surprised. "Um, thanks," he responded, faintly blushing. "He's hopefully not going to kill us now," I told Quarter. But Quarter was still tense, for the next few hours.
Jacob, however inconsistent he was, still showed blatant kindness and empathy. We gave him a brief tour around Dogville, and Taz went off with Jacob to tell Mr. Dog about everything that had happened. Night fell at Dogville, resulting in the buildings to light up and the street lamps to illuminate the roads. Surprisingly, the Griefers retreated their forces to Maplewood, instead of pursuing us further— Jacob told us this. One question that still remained from Spurdog and I was how all those people had appeared and disappeared during the fight at Dogville Beach. Quarter answered this simply; "I'd warped Dun there, per his request to redeem himself, and teleported Robson to the Dogville Prison. That's why I passed out. Oh, and here he is again," just preceding Dun's return to Dogville. Breck was alarmed, rushing up and pinning Dun to the floor; however, Quarter pushed Breck off of Dun and greeted him. "Back so soon?" Quarter asked. "Yeah," responded Dun. Spurdog came back from dinner at the Red Lobster soon, and we discussed the day's events over some coffee and donuts. The fight had ended quickly, but Dun's other debacles had not.
EPILOGUE— Where's Clode?
Dylon, formerly known as Clode, was lounging in his newfound apartment in New Horizons City. Watching a hunting channel on an H-CUBE he found at a thrift store named Odds and Ends of Horizons City, Dylon had a flashback to when he was a Griefer. He smiled at the pleasures of commanding a people, but frowned at his evil deeds. Dylon wanted a more exciting life, but now wasn't the time. Perhaps being a mercenary would suit him best? Or a wildlife hunter? He pondered these options over sucking on a sugar compact. As he thought about life, Dylon heard a loud knock at his door. He opened it to find two Horizons City guards standing behind the door. Clode's sugar compact dropped right out of his mouth at this moment. "We need you to come with us," one, named Roses, commanded. Clode turned off his H-CUBE. Had he just been caught? What was going to happen? But Dpsa, the other guard, cut his anxiety short; with the one-liner, "You're a Griefer. Griefers aren't allowed in New Horizons City, and so, you will be terminated." Roses slapped tape over Clode's mouth, and handcuffed his arms. In reality, Clode was screeching at the top of his lungs for help; yet only a faint murmur came out. Looking around the darkened streets of the city, Clode felt helpless. He'd just been caught, and there was no escaping now… or was there a chance?
