TUBABLADE by BigAl
Disclaimer: The concept and characters and whatnot of Witchblade are not mine.
I have neither the time nor the inclination to research who owns those said rights,
but I do know this: The TubaBlade is my intellectual property, created at Marching
Band Camp this summer by my friend Amanda and myself. The rest I'm just pulling
out of my...hat. Enjoy.
Prologue:
"In the days before memory, before knowledge, before mankind, there was Band and Choir,
two equal but seperate entities that were the controlling forces upon the universe. The Power
of Band was manifested in the form of an overly large shrub, dotted with musical instruments.
The Intangible Force of Choir was the wind of change in the universe and it decided that an overly
cool tuba needed to fall to the infinite space below the Band Shrub. As the overly cool tuba fell,
it shrank and it became a shiny gold timex watch(actually a cheap imitation from Taget that cost $12)
When it finally it the earth, it sat there, and it sat there, and it sat there, and guess what? It sat there
some more! One day after sitting there a long, long, long time, a newly evolved human came by.
This unknown picked up the watch and from thence the concepts of time, rhythm, tempo, and music
came into being. Once upon the person's wrist, the watch transformed itself into a large sousaphone,
which later came to be known as the TubaBlade. Only a person versed in both the Lore of Choir and
Voice and the Power of Band can posses the TubaBlade. Only the one who wields it can truly know
all of it's wonderfully wonderful powers. The TubaBlade has traversed the globe during the ages of
Man, showing up when true musical power is needed to combat injustice. It was last in the posession
of a group of Vatican Knights(it's name in Latin is DigiTUBAlum Magi) when it was lost during
a pokergame. It crossed the Atlantic ocean to find it's way to a small town in Michigan, where a
junior in high school found it on a football field during marching band. And that is where our story
begins..."
"...Anyway, like I was saying, there is no food greater than Chinese. Am I right, or what?"
Big Alzinni, Al to his friends, was crossing a varsity field trying to find a freakin' has mark to start
pre-game. He was talking to his friends Amanda, Stephanie, her brother Brian, Nicole, Jesse,
and Nate, Al's tuba brother in arms.
Al: "Hey cool, I found a watch on the ground, it says 'TUBex' on the back. Isn't it fitting that a
tuba-ist should wear it?"
Amanda: "Anyway, so Al, you're going to finish that fan fiction on WitchBlade, right? I can't wait to
read it!"
Al: "Well, my FanFiction.net account was frozen for 24 hours, and I was eating Chinese."
Amanda: "Well, hurry up!"
Steph: "Al, look at your new watch which was just casually laying on the ground! It's glowing, with
the words 'DANGER: PERCUSSIONIST BEHIND YOU!!!' flashing on the dial!
The small group spun to find that the drum line(stupidest of all God's creations) was slowly trodding
out to the field.
Al: "So Brian, you're gonna join Choir right?"
Nicole: "Al focus!"
Al: "Right, on what?"
Jesse: "Want a mint?"
Everyone crowds around Jesse, wanting a piece of confectionary magic!
Steph: "What were we saying?"
The band director shouts, saying that it's time to start pre-game, so the group scatters like chickens in
a somewhat small pen when a dog jumps in.
:::Jump ahead about three hours:::
Al: "Crap! I left my sousaphone at school. Gee wilikers, what am I going to do?"
:::Dramatic Music::: bom, Bom, BOM!!!
***To Be Continued***
Disclaimer: The concept and characters and whatnot of Witchblade are not mine.
I have neither the time nor the inclination to research who owns those said rights,
but I do know this: The TubaBlade is my intellectual property, created at Marching
Band Camp this summer by my friend Amanda and myself. The rest I'm just pulling
out of my...hat. Enjoy.
Prologue:
"In the days before memory, before knowledge, before mankind, there was Band and Choir,
two equal but seperate entities that were the controlling forces upon the universe. The Power
of Band was manifested in the form of an overly large shrub, dotted with musical instruments.
The Intangible Force of Choir was the wind of change in the universe and it decided that an overly
cool tuba needed to fall to the infinite space below the Band Shrub. As the overly cool tuba fell,
it shrank and it became a shiny gold timex watch(actually a cheap imitation from Taget that cost $12)
When it finally it the earth, it sat there, and it sat there, and it sat there, and guess what? It sat there
some more! One day after sitting there a long, long, long time, a newly evolved human came by.
This unknown picked up the watch and from thence the concepts of time, rhythm, tempo, and music
came into being. Once upon the person's wrist, the watch transformed itself into a large sousaphone,
which later came to be known as the TubaBlade. Only a person versed in both the Lore of Choir and
Voice and the Power of Band can posses the TubaBlade. Only the one who wields it can truly know
all of it's wonderfully wonderful powers. The TubaBlade has traversed the globe during the ages of
Man, showing up when true musical power is needed to combat injustice. It was last in the posession
of a group of Vatican Knights(it's name in Latin is DigiTUBAlum Magi) when it was lost during
a pokergame. It crossed the Atlantic ocean to find it's way to a small town in Michigan, where a
junior in high school found it on a football field during marching band. And that is where our story
begins..."
"...Anyway, like I was saying, there is no food greater than Chinese. Am I right, or what?"
Big Alzinni, Al to his friends, was crossing a varsity field trying to find a freakin' has mark to start
pre-game. He was talking to his friends Amanda, Stephanie, her brother Brian, Nicole, Jesse,
and Nate, Al's tuba brother in arms.
Al: "Hey cool, I found a watch on the ground, it says 'TUBex' on the back. Isn't it fitting that a
tuba-ist should wear it?"
Amanda: "Anyway, so Al, you're going to finish that fan fiction on WitchBlade, right? I can't wait to
read it!"
Al: "Well, my FanFiction.net account was frozen for 24 hours, and I was eating Chinese."
Amanda: "Well, hurry up!"
Steph: "Al, look at your new watch which was just casually laying on the ground! It's glowing, with
the words 'DANGER: PERCUSSIONIST BEHIND YOU!!!' flashing on the dial!
The small group spun to find that the drum line(stupidest of all God's creations) was slowly trodding
out to the field.
Al: "So Brian, you're gonna join Choir right?"
Nicole: "Al focus!"
Al: "Right, on what?"
Jesse: "Want a mint?"
Everyone crowds around Jesse, wanting a piece of confectionary magic!
Steph: "What were we saying?"
The band director shouts, saying that it's time to start pre-game, so the group scatters like chickens in
a somewhat small pen when a dog jumps in.
:::Jump ahead about three hours:::
Al: "Crap! I left my sousaphone at school. Gee wilikers, what am I going to do?"
:::Dramatic Music::: bom, Bom, BOM!!!
***To Be Continued***