DYLANNESIS
Written by:
click_of_doom
Stewie
ShadowMaster138
Edited and typed by:
click_of_doom
CHAPTER 1
Once upon a time there lived a blacksmith-sorcerer named Dylannesis and one day he decided to make a metal version of the pyramids. But, before he could begin this large task, he need workers. He looked everywhere he could for labourers and peasants that he could hire, but to his great dismay, they had all already swore allegiance to Dylannesis' sworn enemy and rival, Alexander The Not-So-Great (But Good Enough). So then thought of the most dastardly plan to get the workers to convert to his side by the only way he knew how... dark magic! Mua ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ... *cough*. And so he summoned his childhood friend/sorcerer/loyal lackey, Mattiemon.
"Mattiemon," he commanded, "bring me my ingredients for the mind control potion or ill lop off your ears... again."
Silence followed. "Didn't you hear me?" Dylannesis cried. "What? I can't hear you! You lobbed off my ears!"
"Oh yeah..." said Dylannesis. "Well I'll write down the ingredients for you."
"WHAT?" cried Mattiemon.
"Oh never mind!" said Dylannesis, "Bloody deaf bastard..."
He walked off and fetched his quill and parchment, then wrote down the ingredients and handed them to Mattiemon.
"Go get these now!" he yelled.
"What?! Are you crazy?" implored Mattiemon, "those ingredients would require great feats of strength and wit to obtain them. If you remember, I cricked my back last fall and it's been painful every since..."
"BE QUIET! AND GO GET THOSE INGREDIENTS!"
"My back suddenly feels better..." Mattiemon said quietly.
And so, Mattiemon set off to gather his master's ingredients. Dylannesis then began concocting his devilish plan to thwart Alexander The Not-So-Great (assuming he had a plan that needed to be thwarted).
Written by:
click_of_doom
Stewie
ShadowMaster138
Edited and typed by:
click_of_doom
CHAPTER 1
Once upon a time there lived a blacksmith-sorcerer named Dylannesis and one day he decided to make a metal version of the pyramids. But, before he could begin this large task, he need workers. He looked everywhere he could for labourers and peasants that he could hire, but to his great dismay, they had all already swore allegiance to Dylannesis' sworn enemy and rival, Alexander The Not-So-Great (But Good Enough). So then thought of the most dastardly plan to get the workers to convert to his side by the only way he knew how... dark magic! Mua ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ... *cough*. And so he summoned his childhood friend/sorcerer/loyal lackey, Mattiemon.
"Mattiemon," he commanded, "bring me my ingredients for the mind control potion or ill lop off your ears... again."
Silence followed. "Didn't you hear me?" Dylannesis cried. "What? I can't hear you! You lobbed off my ears!"
"Oh yeah..." said Dylannesis. "Well I'll write down the ingredients for you."
"WHAT?" cried Mattiemon.
"Oh never mind!" said Dylannesis, "Bloody deaf bastard..."
He walked off and fetched his quill and parchment, then wrote down the ingredients and handed them to Mattiemon.
"Go get these now!" he yelled.
"What?! Are you crazy?" implored Mattiemon, "those ingredients would require great feats of strength and wit to obtain them. If you remember, I cricked my back last fall and it's been painful every since..."
"BE QUIET! AND GO GET THOSE INGREDIENTS!"
"My back suddenly feels better..." Mattiemon said quietly.
And so, Mattiemon set off to gather his master's ingredients. Dylannesis then began concocting his devilish plan to thwart Alexander The Not-So-Great (assuming he had a plan that needed to be thwarted).