Ok.This is gonna take me a while to get into a rythm thang. In other words this is gonna be uter tripe for a very long while. Probably it will delve into the mating habits of the Gerudos, whos Link's parents are (likely Ganandorf) and at some point one of the godesses are probably gonna get their clothes off. OK?
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Hyrule live was a religion. People worshiped it. They dedicated their lives to it. Every day, from 6-8 o'clock, 5 billion people around the globe would tune in and watch. It was the last hope for mankind.
And it was failing. Ratings where dropping faster than a rich uncle on a high cliff.
Nayru flicked over another sheet of the document and inspected it.
"Riots in Paris.....gang wars in New York.....Jesus, this is terrible."
One of the walls which made up the huge marble hall was given over to over a couple of thousand tvs. All showed views from within the world of Hyrule- forests, plains, mountains- but they flickered and the pictures where replaced by less pleasant viewing. Most of the screens showed things burning or men screaming. One or two had been completely obscured by blood.
"There goes the Eifel tower," Din noted. A great metallic grinding noise, followed by a huge crash and many squelches echoed around the hall. There was a cry of " Oih non!"
Another television showed the progress of the Angel of the North, which had been turned into a monstrous, robotic, killing machine. And was now trashing Wakefield, laser eyes frying anyone in its path.
"Now what do we do?" Nayru asked.
"What else can we do?" Nayru sighed. She pressed a button on the remote and the many images vanished, replaced by the view from a single camera. Muffled, gurgling snores filled the hall as the person on screen slept face down in a half-eaten peperoni piza."We start early."
"Seven years early? He's barely 10!"
"Do you have a better idea?" Nayru asked. " Besides, in seven years there wont be anyone around to watch anyway."
There was silence as the others two watched. They didnt like it, Nayru realised, they'd spent so much time and energy making everything perfect.
"Agreed?"
Silence, then:
"Agreed."
"Fine, whatever."
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Hyrule live was a religion. People worshiped it. They dedicated their lives to it. Every day, from 6-8 o'clock, 5 billion people around the globe would tune in and watch. It was the last hope for mankind.
And it was failing. Ratings where dropping faster than a rich uncle on a high cliff.
Nayru flicked over another sheet of the document and inspected it.
"Riots in Paris.....gang wars in New York.....Jesus, this is terrible."
One of the walls which made up the huge marble hall was given over to over a couple of thousand tvs. All showed views from within the world of Hyrule- forests, plains, mountains- but they flickered and the pictures where replaced by less pleasant viewing. Most of the screens showed things burning or men screaming. One or two had been completely obscured by blood.
"There goes the Eifel tower," Din noted. A great metallic grinding noise, followed by a huge crash and many squelches echoed around the hall. There was a cry of " Oih non!"
Another television showed the progress of the Angel of the North, which had been turned into a monstrous, robotic, killing machine. And was now trashing Wakefield, laser eyes frying anyone in its path.
"Now what do we do?" Nayru asked.
"What else can we do?" Nayru sighed. She pressed a button on the remote and the many images vanished, replaced by the view from a single camera. Muffled, gurgling snores filled the hall as the person on screen slept face down in a half-eaten peperoni piza."We start early."
"Seven years early? He's barely 10!"
"Do you have a better idea?" Nayru asked. " Besides, in seven years there wont be anyone around to watch anyway."
There was silence as the others two watched. They didnt like it, Nayru realised, they'd spent so much time and energy making everything perfect.
"Agreed?"
Silence, then:
"Agreed."
"Fine, whatever."