Crash has been a dear friend to me, kicking Cortex's butt every time. Enjoy! (this prologue doesn't have anything to do with Crash until the very end so don't review it about having nothing to do with Crash or that it's crap)
Prologue NO VANILLA COKE SOLD OR DRUNK IN THIS STORE, EVER SINCE 1984! (don't ask)
Bring-a-bring-bring! Bring-a-bring-bring!
Nazza was luckily saved by the bell, I mean the phone. He picked up his mobile/cell phone (yes, I do compensate for our American viewers and whatever countries use cell phone as their word and no, I don't know what model Nokia it was. For all I know it could be a 5569 model from the year 4009 but it isn't so I wouldn't have a clue what it was. But I do know that you can talk to other people with it), "Yallo!" His usual greeting rang out over my mobile and mine bounced back into his with an echo that wasn't there before, "Hey man, man, man, man." (that was the echo) Nazza pulled the phone away from his ear as my annoying voice bounced off the inside of his ears. "That's wierd," I thought. "I've never done that before." Suddenly McDonalds was filled with a bright light and Nazza and Joe held hands because they were scared (I know it sounds as if they are gay but they aren't, it's just something stupid that I threw in) and they couldn't see a thing. The same was happening to me as I was talking to Nazza. The light was surrounding me and I had no idea where it was coming from, and then I figured that it was me! I was the source of the light. At McDonald's the light was coming through the phone! The light coming from me was connecting Nazza (via the phone) and the light that was connecting me to Nazza was also connected to Joe (via Nazza's hand). Then all of a sudden the light went out and I saw nothing. I heard the accellerated breathing of my lungs. I also heard the breaths of two other people. "Holy Crap!" Nazza's voice said from the darkness. Then Joe's voice came out of the darkness, "Even though I don't swear I say the same thing." "What the hell is going on?" I asked them. Nazza openned his mouth but nothing came out for he saw a light coming from the not-too-distant future, I mean spot. He saw a shadow that looked awfully familiar to him and I. Joe started to breath really fast (hyperventilating if you want to get technical but I'm writing this story in Notepad so I can't be bothered to go into Word and check it's spelling because I'm not even sure if I've spelled it write now) Then I figured out what the shadow was of. Crash Bandicoot (I know you guessed it but I don't care, if you didn't know this stroy was about Crash then you would have liked that suspensful dot-dot-dot)
Well there you have it. Another crappy prologue that doesn't really have anything to do with the real story except introducing the characters and telling you how Nazza, Joe and myself got into Crash's world and saying that Hexham Maca's is really crap so in the end I guess it was a really good prologue. Please R&R with suggestions for upcoming chapters because I think a good author-in-the-making takes suggestions from his fans! JOKE! (I don't have any fans)
Nazza and Joe are sitting down at McDonalds and Joe slips into his coke his vanilla powder to give it the, shall we say, intriguingly smooth vanilla taste. His addiction of vanilla coke has lasted ever since it came out. Nazza slowly shook his head in his sarcastically stupid way, stifling a laugh. "What?" Joe said a little bit too loudly. It was just loud enough to alert the manger who was in her office on the other side of the building. She stood up and unlocked the seven locks on her door that were originally put there to keep loving fans out of the office but, well, Ford took the idea and the locks were kept there ever since. She opened the door and looked directly at Joe, the source of the noise. Joe gulped and quickly glanced the sign he despised with a passion, the Hexham McDonald's...
...sign
Joe, being a previous offender, started to go pail and sweating on every part of his body that you can think of that sweats terribly (yes, even there). The manager was five tables away, then four, three ,two ,ONE... Nazza spilled his coke onto the floor and the manager slipped over and fell into a spinning chair on wheels. Nazza picked up what was rest of his coke and poored it over the manager while tying a rope around her and gagging her. He pushed her to the other end of the complex, right into her office which was conveniently closed by some Hollywood director who thought this was a movie and he was the director. Nazza sat down and looked with some satisfaction on Joe's stunned face. "Y-y-yo-you..." Joe stuttered. "Y-yo-you wasted your coke on her?" Nazza's face now changed to a stunned expression. Joe was obviously stunned for the wrong reason (according to Nazza). Joe was a coke-a-holic and this act of spilling the coke was highly against his rules.Bring-a-bring-bring! Bring-a-bring-bring!
Nazza was luckily saved by the bell, I mean the phone. He picked up his mobile/cell phone (yes, I do compensate for our American viewers and whatever countries use cell phone as their word and no, I don't know what model Nokia it was. For all I know it could be a 5569 model from the year 4009 but it isn't so I wouldn't have a clue what it was. But I do know that you can talk to other people with it), "Yallo!" His usual greeting rang out over my mobile and mine bounced back into his with an echo that wasn't there before, "Hey man, man, man, man." (that was the echo) Nazza pulled the phone away from his ear as my annoying voice bounced off the inside of his ears. "That's wierd," I thought. "I've never done that before." Suddenly McDonalds was filled with a bright light and Nazza and Joe held hands because they were scared (I know it sounds as if they are gay but they aren't, it's just something stupid that I threw in) and they couldn't see a thing. The same was happening to me as I was talking to Nazza. The light was surrounding me and I had no idea where it was coming from, and then I figured that it was me! I was the source of the light. At McDonald's the light was coming through the phone! The light coming from me was connecting Nazza (via the phone) and the light that was connecting me to Nazza was also connected to Joe (via Nazza's hand). Then all of a sudden the light went out and I saw nothing. I heard the accellerated breathing of my lungs. I also heard the breaths of two other people. "Holy Crap!" Nazza's voice said from the darkness. Then Joe's voice came out of the darkness, "Even though I don't swear I say the same thing." "What the hell is going on?" I asked them. Nazza openned his mouth but nothing came out for he saw a light coming from the not-too-distant future, I mean spot. He saw a shadow that looked awfully familiar to him and I. Joe started to breath really fast (hyperventilating if you want to get technical but I'm writing this story in Notepad so I can't be bothered to go into Word and check it's spelling because I'm not even sure if I've spelled it write now) Then I figured out what the shadow was of. Crash Bandicoot (I know you guessed it but I don't care, if you didn't know this stroy was about Crash then you would have liked that suspensful dot-dot-dot)
Well there you have it. Another crappy prologue that doesn't really have anything to do with the real story except introducing the characters and telling you how Nazza, Joe and myself got into Crash's world and saying that Hexham Maca's is really crap so in the end I guess it was a really good prologue. Please R&R with suggestions for upcoming chapters because I think a good author-in-the-making takes suggestions from his fans! JOKE! (I don't have any fans)