Now on Harvest Island
A lone worm stood inside his base, looking out the window over the beautiful landscape that was his home. Harvest Island was a large landscape teeming with magnificently large fruit and vegetables. It was on this island that all worms and every team in the island chain got their food from. Still, despite all the unchanged islands still available for teams, one still chose to make this their home. This island was a neutral spot for all teams to meet, anywhere else and teams would try to settle past grievances. Thanks to the neutrality of this island, the team who lived here had no fear of raids or attacks. Sighing, the lone worm turned around, wondering whether everything would turn out as planned, without any negative consequences. Soon two of his teammates rushed through the doorway screaming and yelling.
"Joe Bananas! Joe Bananas!" Screeched Ming.
"What! You two are constantly driving me insane." Roared the lone worm.
"Well, you see… Mao um… he uh…"
"I did not!" Screamed Mao.
"Alright, shut up, both of you! We'll start with you Ming."
"Well, you see… Mao um… he uh… he um… he stole my stuffed Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog."
"I did not! You stole my Legendary Black Beast of Aaaaarrrrrrggghhh!"
"You two shut up before I glue you together and stuff you in a Giant Watermelon!"
"He started it. " Spoke Ming tentatively.
"No he did!" Mao bellowed without hesitation.
"Honestly, you two are as bad as little kids."
"We are not!" The two screeched in unison.
"That's it! Go to your rooms!"
The two squirmed away mumbling under their breath. Joe Bananas sighed again, one of these days he was going to get a better team. He squirmed over and gazed out the window, admiring the gentle hills and dark soil of the island. He knew that a battle or war or even a skirmish could mean the end of his team, the Evil Team. Things could go bad quickly, but he still had to give his team some credit. After all, Ming was an expert sniper and Mao came up with the idea to buy out the newspaper and print that story. Still he wished the two would just grow up. He continued to gaze out upon the island and thought that, just maybe, he could see a team arriving in the distance. That thought put a smile on his face, the first one in months, and one thought other than that kept repeating in his head: This might just work after all.
Meanwhile, on the other side of Harvest Island
DragonFace stood on the shore, his teammates gathered around him. He looked around, observing the Giant Corn that they were in the midst of. He could barely see the base of the Evil Team in the distance. He turned to Flash and asked him to go find the Giant Grapes. Flash raced off at his usual unnatural speed. DragonFace would have been visibly upset if he were not wearing his mask, only this one was black and was made of actual dragon scales. None of his teammates had any clue about the newspaper. Luckily after standing around in uncomfortable silence Flash came racing back.
"DragonFace, the grapes are over in that direction," spoke Flash pointing out the direction.
"Good, just what we need. Come along now, hurry," replied DragonFace, his voice did not hold a Scottish accent like his brothers accent.
Meanwhile, in the middle of the ocean
"Okay, Okay," said Log, his voice giddy with excitement and caffeine, "What is brown, has a head, a tail, but no legs?"
"Log," spoke PurpleLite, his voice weary because he missed his late morning, early afternoon, and mid afternoon naps, "I do not want to do this anymore."
Oh come on, this is perfectly enjoyable.
"Will someone answer my question already?" asked Log
Wait, which question? The original one or the more recent one.
"The one about the head and tail."
That one is easy, a penny.
"How about this one. What animal is known as the harbinger of death?"
That one is tricky. I need to think about it.
"If you two won't shut the hell up I am going to swim there," PurpleLite screamed.
No, you won't.
"I'm serious, I will swim."
No, you won't.
"I will, just watch me."
You really won't.
"Why?"
Because worms can't swim
"An owl."
What?
"The answer is an owl."
What are you talking about?
"Look we're here," cheered Log with four more coffees and a Mountain Dew now in his system.
Dr. X and Dr. Stupid instantly woke up, and Crashing and Treewick stopped trying to push each other overboard. All the worms jumped off the boat and proceeded deeper into the Giant Lettuce patch.
Meanwhile, on the island the Gods live on near the teleport pad.
"Sigurn. Why are we stocking up on weapons?" Asked a small, annoyingly high-pitched worm by the name of Freya.
"Because we are heading to Harvest Island and I think we may be attacked while there," replied Sigurn. At that moment Rhubarb squirmed in carrying several grenades, a Sentry Gun, an Emergency Teleport, and three headbands, one for fire punches, one for dragon balls, and one for kamikazes.
"I think we're all set Sigurn," said Rhubarb.
"Alright then, on to the teleport."
As they teleported out Freya started singing We're off to See the Wizard for some stupid, annoying reason.
Meanwhile, back on Harvest Island
Joe Bananas stood staring out his window and nearly had a heart attack when Sigurn appeared right in front of the window.
"Hello Joe Bananas. Do you know where the corn is? I'm planning to make a crop circle."
"Hi Sigurn, which corn do you mean?" answered Joe Bananas.
"The Giant Corn should be fine."
"It is northeast of here."
"Thanks, and have any other teams arrived here yet?"
"No, not yet," lied Joe Bananas. Joe Bananas started to leer as he watched the Gods squirm away. The same thought grew stronger in his mind: This really might work.
Near the Giant Corn, the Giant Grapes, the Giant Lettuce, and the Swallow nest on the coconut tree.
I am very excited, it should be easy to tell. I successfully led two teams to a war zone. Now if only I could get PurpleLite killed, then it would be the best day ever for me.
"Mr. Narrator person," Log yelled up to the heavens.
What do you want?
"What are you talking about up there?"
Oh, nothing, I am just talking to myself.
"I thought I heard you say something about a war zone?"
Would you look at the time, I have to go.
"No! Please don't leave me! I love you Mr. Narrator person! Why! Why cruel world!" Log then proceeded to break into sobs and sniffles.
Who forgot to give him his medications! A disembodied voice boomed these words.
"God," Log looked up towards the sky in wonder, "is that you?"
No, this is Sigurn. I have a megaphone.
"Are you sure you're not god?"
I am not God. I do work for him once in awhile though.
"Really," Log's look of wonder turned into a look of awe.
Yes, I am the Grim Reaper.
Log started to scream in terror and immediately passed out.
"Thank you Sigurn. If you hadn't pretended to be the Grim Reaper we would never get his medication in him," said PurpleLite.
"Two things, one: You could have put it in his coffee. Two: I was not pretending."
No! That cannot be true!
At the sound of the narrators voice Log stood back up and PurpleLite passed out. At that moment, DragonFace and his team squirmed out from the Giant Grapes, and immediately froze at the sight of Sigurn.
"You," said DragonFace, his voice dark with anger, "What are you doing here?"
"Same reason you are here, for food," Sigurn answered quite simply.
"Is anyone going to ask why I am here?" Log asked, his voice sounding very childish.
"Why did you declare war," PurpleLite yelled.
Yes, why?
"It wasn't me," Sigurn answered.
"Liar," DragonFace screeched.
"Will you marry me Mr. Narrator Person?" Log proposed, his voice still high from helium and seventy-six Red Bulls.
Quick, someone get him his medication, a disembodied voice boomed.
Hurry someone, God has spoken.
At the sound of the Voice Sigurn, DragonFace, and Rhubarb grabbed Log and held him down while PurpleLite injected his medication.
"No, I will not be silenced! I shall come back from the grave and eat your spaghetti! I will tear your action figures limb from limb and set fire to their remains! I will-."
At which point Log started to nap and the entire world was saved. The end.
It is not the end! Why do you lie I must ask!
Well, you see I wanted to make dramatic effect. You should yell at the writer not me; he is the one who is attempting to make me look bad.
"Hey, you're making yourself look bad," Sigurn shouted towards the sky.
Nevertheless, it is his fault, he is governing our lives.
"No he isn't, I don't see him anywhere."
It's his fault and that's final.
"No it isn't, his story is taking its own turns," PurpleLite yelled upwards.
Hey, stop the philosophy and the debating and get on with the war!
Fine, I have a starter pistol.
No! Do not do that, the sheer amount of decibels from that gun gives even me headaches.
"Besides, we choose when the war begins," spoke Freya, adding his two cents.
"And someone tell the Doctor to park his TARDIS elsewhere," said DragonFace.
"Can everyone shut up? I am trying to sleep," said Log, his voice weary.
No, the war is starting. Everyone is going to start shooting soon.
"Fine, hey does anyone have coffee?"
"NO!" Every worm, the narrator, and God yelled simultaneously.
Dalach. Hooray for Scottish-Gaelic. It should be translated to finished, but you can never be sure. Anyway, please review, I desperately want to improve on my writing skills but cannot unless I know what I am doing right and wrong. Next chapter, let there be excitement. Questions still to be answered:
What will happen when annelids collide?
Where is my pen?
How will the war affect all worm kind?
Why won't I stop asking questions?