A N: I don't own Community.
A N 2: What I own, however, is a double axe. That I'm casually swinging around while softly "suggesting" for Jeff and Annie to get together. Like, right now. If they know what's better for them.
And so the six heroes began their journey in the wondrous world of Fantasyland, as they leaved the meadow to walk to the capital of the small reign they had landed, where they hoped to find, if not a way to return back home, at least food, shelter and more appropriate clothing. Their minds were still trying to unwrap the impossible truth revealed to them by their now God-like friend. Only few hours before, their preoccupations consisted only in trivial family issues. But now, under the rays of a foreign sun, more pressing matters were beginning to arise. Like…
"… Where will I find some decent hair products in a world still in the Middle Ages?!" Jeff said, he and the rest of the study group following Annie, bearer of the map, toward the top of an hill "Abed, Being a living voice over doesn't give you the rights to actually DO a voice over, so stop narrating everything we do!"
As the official narrator of our campaign, I must describe everything that the audience could have missed during the break.
"Guys…" Annie said, interrupting Jeff next retort, "I think that we can see our destination from here"
Finally reached to the narrow and bare top of the hill, the six friends admired in awe the sight in front of them, crowded together, Jeff, Shirley and Pierce directly behind Annie, Troy and Britta.
Several miles away from them was standing a huge castle. A white, tall tower rose up from the center of it, a green flag on its pinnacle, as numerous other towers, each varying in size and height, were crowded near it. A white, circular wall surrounded the building, as a yellow road departing from the open gates to then disappear behind the snow-capped mountains at the back of the structure.
"Great, a fairy-tale castle, like we needed another…" Britta began to rant before being stopped by Troy's hand landing on her mouth.
"Don't be a buzz-kill, Britta" Troy said, awe in his eyes.
"Mpfhh mpfhh" Britta mumbled, a pout on her face.
"It's beautiful" Annie said breathlessly, transfixed by the sight.
"Yeah…" Jeff said, his gaze not addressed at the castle, "… It really is."
And as Annie felt Jeff's eyes on her, she slowly turned her head, raising her eyes to meet his. The two of them began to approach each other mouth, the others still fascinated by the sight to notice them, until…
That's not our destination.
Jeff hurriedly withdrew his face from Annie's. Annie briefly looked back at Jeff, now engrossed in the activity of sightseeing, before turning her face to look at the castle, sighing.
That's the City-Castle. I've added it only to improve both scenery and the back-story of some of the characters. I doubt we will ever go there.
"Mpfhh mpfhh… MPFHHHH!" Britta muttered, her mouth still covered by Troy's hand.
"Oh, sorry Britta" Troy said, hastily withdrawing his hand from her lips.
"What I was trying to say…" Britta continued, a scornful look directed toward Troy, "… If that isn't our destination, where are we going?!"
Look further down.
The six of them diverted their eyes from the castle, casting them on a town formed by numerous grimy looking structures overhung by a grimier looking fortress, somewhere between the hill in which they were standing and the City-Castle. The town was surrounded by a wooden, rectangular wall, four gates each side. The fortress, dwarfed by the one on the background by many sizes, was a grey, square building, the ruins of four towers emerging from the corners of it. The buildings, all of various shapes and sizes, were grouped closely together, black smoke coming out from some of them. Four long poles were planted near each gate, each of them displaying the same flag.
That, my friends, is Greendelia, capital of this reign. In your life, you will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. We must be cautious.
The fortress in the middle of the town is the "Palace of the Community", where the King lives. The whole city is subdivided in various districts, all patrolled by the Policepersons or, if near the palace, by the Dalmaguards, the private protectors of the king. That building near the front gate is the Prohibited Library of Spell-casting, named after Prohibited the Blue, wizard. I must warn you that…
"Wait a minute…" Troy interrupted Abed, his brows furrowed, "… isn't that the Greendale Butt-Flag?"
… Maybe.
"Yeah…" Jeff said, realization hitting him, "That's definitely the Greendale Butt-Flag!"
"Guys…"
I've told you during the Infodump that many aspects of this world would have looked familiar to you.
Annie gasped, "That means that that city will be a spoof of our college?!"
I prefer the word homage.
"Abed!" Annie called indignantly at the air.
"Guys…"
Sorry Annie, but I'm still bad at creating original characters. I never manage to get their emotions right, and I thought that using places and people that I know well would have helped me in creating a cool quest for our Season Finale Party.
Annie Awwwed before being able to stop herself, "Well, this doesn't give you the right to desecrate our fine institution!"
"Fine institution?" Jeff snarked, "Annie, maybe you've passed those 4 years in one of Abed's alternative timelines, but Greendale is everything but a "Fine Institution""
"Guys!" Shirley yelled, grasping the attention of the others and stopping Annie's retort.
"Good…" She stated, "… Now, if you some of you wasn't too much occupied in arguing about our school, you would have noticed the fact that Pierce is gone."
Silence filled the air as the now five friends realized their friend disappearance.
I Noticed. He went toward the city as soon as I finished my speech.
"What?!" Jeff shouted, "Why didn't you tell us?"
His disappearance will move things forward, forcing you to actively seek him in town, activating a chain of events that will, inevitably, bring you at the beginning of the plot.
The five of them stared at each other, dumbfounded, still trying to understand Abed's words.
Of course, if you think that an Infodump would explain things better…
"NO!" The five of them shouted collectively.
Cool. Now Jeff, what will the group do?
"Why are you asking me?" He asked.
Because you are the leader.
As Britta opened her mouth to rant, the others groaned, "Fine, but you don't know what you've missed" she said bitterly.
"Okay…" Jeff said, "… We need to split up. A group headed by me will search for food and, most important, clothing, while another one of at least two people will search for Pierce." He finished, looking at his other friends, challengingly, "Now, who want to go to search for Pierce in the fantasy version of Greendale?"
"Not me!" Annie hastily yelled.
"Not me!" Britta quickly followed.
"Not… Aw, man!" Troy whined, realizing to be one of the two not going to buy anything.
"Good, let's head to the city now. We meet back at the gate from which we entered as soon as you find him and as soon as we finish buying supplies." He said, beginning to descend the hill, "If we need to contact each other Abed will deliver messages between…"
I cannot.
"What?" Jeff asked incredulously.
I'm not omnipresent. If the party split up, I must choose someone to remain attached to and follow his group.
"Wait a minute, we're a party?" Troy said, wide eyed, "Where's the music? And the pizza?!"
"Abed, sweetie, you come with us, right?" Shirley said, a doubtful look directed toward Troy, "I don't think that I can manage to handle Troy alone"
Of course, Shirley.
And so the now five heroes began their quest for the lost Pierce in the magical town of Greendelia. Little they know that, lurking in the shadows, Evil was weaving his long, dangerous webs, as a greater menace then the now loose Pierce was beginning to arise.
…
Jeff, you didn't stop me during my voiceover, I'm impressed. That's true character growth.
Jeff and the others had stopped, shock in their faces.
"Well, Abed…" Jeff began with an edgy laugh, "… I was a bit worried about the Evil that is now lurking in the shadows; Can you tell us more about it?"
I cannot give spoilers to future plot twists, sorry Jeff.