Dragon Ball Survivor
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. Akira Toriyama and a few others do. Oh what ever. I do own some things in this story.now go away! NO NO!!! Come back! Read the story!!! .Don't leave.please.
Prologue Episode 1: Getting the Announcer for my show
At a forgotten temple lies the dead body of the Tournament Announcer. Since the Tournament Announcer announced so many tournaments he was "buried" in a temple. He actually wasn't buried. He was just set there, and it made his spirit very angry. His spirit hovered above that area until one day.
A necromancer came to the temple and sat down next to the rotting corpse of the Announcer. "Ah, the glorious Announcer. I shall revive you to host my show!" Said the necromancer. The spirit of the Announcer didn't like the idea, yet anyway. "I shall give your spirit a voice first. Loud and booming, way better than being on a microphone! Yes.very better."
"I.have a voice!" The Announcer's voice was heard. "Now what do you want?"
"I want you to be the Announcer for my show." Said the necromancer boldly.
"Now why would I do that?" The Announcer's spirit said angrily. "I am a Tournament Announcer, not a stupid idiotic show Announcer!"
"Ah, but this show is survivor. Haven't you heard of it?" Asked the Necromancer smirking.
"No." Said the Announcer's spirit.
"Oh yeah, you died a long time ago. Any way it is a cool show. Very cool. But it isn't as cool as me. Now let me tell you about the show," Said the Necromancer. The Necromancer began teaching the Announcer's Spirit all about Survivor The Show. From the first Survivor all the way to the last Survivor.
At the end of all this teaching and learning, the Announcer's spirit spoke again. "I would.like to be the Announcer for the show. Now give me my body!" Said the Announcer.
"No can do! I have to just project your Spirit so others can see it. It makes the show get a Sci-Fi Genre." Said the Necromancer.
"Really?" Asked the Announcer surprised.
"I don't know. I think so. Probably not. No, nada, zip, zilch-" The Necromancer started to say.
"Stop it! Anyway, I would like to ask who would be on the show. Regular people? Other Dragon Ball Z People? Dragon Ball Z People being projected like me?" Asked the Announcer.
"Yes Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, and Dragon Ball GT people. No projected Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, and Dragon Ball GT people." Said the Necromancer.
"Why not?" Asked the Announcer's Spirit pouting.
"Because that wouldn't look cool. We only need you to be projected. You get to be blue and rainbow colored! Yes.rainbow color! While you are being projected, you get to be blue! BLUE!!!!" Said the Necromancer. "And maybe pink.no yellow! Yes, yellow! No wait.Orange! Yes, Orange! Orange the color. Not Orange the orange. Oy, I am getting hungry-"
And so we leave off Necromancer and the Announcer's Spirit getting together their show. The Necromancer is still talking about what color the Announcer could be. And the Announcer is trying to say no but can't because he gets muted every time he wants to talk.
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V See that down there? Ummmm submit a review because I said so! *puts on "because I said so!" shirt on* Yeah! Read this shirt that says.. Something.oh I don't know! Leave me alone!
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. Akira Toriyama and a few others do. Oh what ever. I do own some things in this story.now go away! NO NO!!! Come back! Read the story!!! .Don't leave.please.
Prologue Episode 1: Getting the Announcer for my show
At a forgotten temple lies the dead body of the Tournament Announcer. Since the Tournament Announcer announced so many tournaments he was "buried" in a temple. He actually wasn't buried. He was just set there, and it made his spirit very angry. His spirit hovered above that area until one day.
A necromancer came to the temple and sat down next to the rotting corpse of the Announcer. "Ah, the glorious Announcer. I shall revive you to host my show!" Said the necromancer. The spirit of the Announcer didn't like the idea, yet anyway. "I shall give your spirit a voice first. Loud and booming, way better than being on a microphone! Yes.very better."
"I.have a voice!" The Announcer's voice was heard. "Now what do you want?"
"I want you to be the Announcer for my show." Said the necromancer boldly.
"Now why would I do that?" The Announcer's spirit said angrily. "I am a Tournament Announcer, not a stupid idiotic show Announcer!"
"Ah, but this show is survivor. Haven't you heard of it?" Asked the Necromancer smirking.
"No." Said the Announcer's spirit.
"Oh yeah, you died a long time ago. Any way it is a cool show. Very cool. But it isn't as cool as me. Now let me tell you about the show," Said the Necromancer. The Necromancer began teaching the Announcer's Spirit all about Survivor The Show. From the first Survivor all the way to the last Survivor.
At the end of all this teaching and learning, the Announcer's spirit spoke again. "I would.like to be the Announcer for the show. Now give me my body!" Said the Announcer.
"No can do! I have to just project your Spirit so others can see it. It makes the show get a Sci-Fi Genre." Said the Necromancer.
"Really?" Asked the Announcer surprised.
"I don't know. I think so. Probably not. No, nada, zip, zilch-" The Necromancer started to say.
"Stop it! Anyway, I would like to ask who would be on the show. Regular people? Other Dragon Ball Z People? Dragon Ball Z People being projected like me?" Asked the Announcer.
"Yes Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, and Dragon Ball GT people. No projected Dragon Ball, Dragon Ball Z, and Dragon Ball GT people." Said the Necromancer.
"Why not?" Asked the Announcer's Spirit pouting.
"Because that wouldn't look cool. We only need you to be projected. You get to be blue and rainbow colored! Yes.rainbow color! While you are being projected, you get to be blue! BLUE!!!!" Said the Necromancer. "And maybe pink.no yellow! Yes, yellow! No wait.Orange! Yes, Orange! Orange the color. Not Orange the orange. Oy, I am getting hungry-"
And so we leave off Necromancer and the Announcer's Spirit getting together their show. The Necromancer is still talking about what color the Announcer could be. And the Announcer is trying to say no but can't because he gets muted every time he wants to talk.
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V See that down there? Ummmm submit a review because I said so! *puts on "because I said so!" shirt on* Yeah! Read this shirt that says.. Something.oh I don't know! Leave me alone!
