Prologue II
Keith sat beneath a tree in the Land of Forests and Shadows, the foliage creating an eternal darkness on the land below. He wore a few dull pieces of armour that had blade like ridges on their outer faces, giving it a brutal appearance. The original shitty armour was made of scraps from the aluminum fencing materials his dad kept in the garage. Using the totem lathe, designex and alchemiter he created his much better armour from his shit armour and axe. He wore a hood and cape that coverd what his mask didn't, and his axe was strapped to his hip. He fused his computer with a pair of goggles and that with his mask, allowing hands free comunicaton.
arachnidsGrip [AG] began trolling crazyMask [CM]
AG: That armor m8kes you look like a tool.
CM: Thanks.
AG: What's with the mask any ways?
CM: I don't know what you look like, do I?
AG: Fine. 8e like that.
CM: I intend to.
AG: Do you know what you are supposed to do now?
CM: No. I suppose you do?
AG: May8e, 8ut you have to show me your face.
CM: Fuck you. Not happening.
AG: That's no way to speak to a lady!
CM: Oh, so you're a girl troll.
CM: You're still not seeing my face.
CM: You have a name?
AG: Yes, 8ut you don't get to see it until I see your face.
CM: Nope.
AG: Fine.
arachnidsGrip [AG] ceased trolling crazyMask [CM]
Keith smiled beneath his mask. "Eight exclaimation marks." He noted, watching a Harliquin imp with a spiny flytrap maw walk by, unaware of him. Keith readied his axe, and snuck behind the little beast. "Surprise!" He hissed, bringing the axe down on the imp as it turned to face him.
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Keith, having been told he was wasting time and coming close to letting Dave die, sat at home setting him up to avoid obliteration via meteor.
CM: OK, so you know what you're doing?
TG: yeah man
TG: making totems and items and prototyping a sprite
CM: More or less yeah.
CM: Is that a dead bird?
TG: i don't know what youre talking about
CM: With the sword through it?
TG: doesn't ring a bell
CM: Ah well... Into the sprite it goes.
TG: great
TG: now that feathery asshole is back
TG: way to go
turntechGodhead [TG] has ceased pestering crazyMask [CM]
"Good luck, Dave." Keith said with a grin.
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arachnidsGrip [AG] began trolling crazyMask [CM]
AG: So, 8ecause I can't just let you die, I've decided to tell you what you're supposed to do.
CM: Oh thank you, wise and merciful ladytroll.
AG: Don't 8e a dick
CM: It's in my nature.
AG: Anyway, you need to go through the portals and defeat your denizen.
CM: My denizen?
AG: 8adass last 8oss.
CM: I see. Well, thanks. I'll talk to you later.
AG: W8!
CM: Yes?
AG: I want to see your face.
CM: Maybe when I see yours.
crazyMask [CM] has ceased being trolled by arachnidsGrip [AG]
Vriska sat slumped in front of her computer, face resting on her left hand. "What a tool..."
Keith stood on his balcony, staring at the portal nestled in the leaves of a massive tree. "How am I supposed to..." JOHN!
(Extension of the prologue. I intend to skip ahead to the future in the first actual chapter.)