Ch. 3--Trogdor!
In the last chapter...
When they got there, Bubs started the game. There was that devilish laugh again, and Everyone except Homestar and Homsar were sucked into the game. "WaOaH, That's one crazy jengajam!" Said Homsar. Homestar just replied, "You got that wight, man. We gotta save them! Said Homestar, starting up the Trogdor game.
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"I just dont get it!" Said Homestar, staring at the game.
Homsar stared at Homestar, as if wondering what to do next.
"We have to pass this sort of.. test... This.. machine!"
Homsar stares at the machine, then to Homestar. "AaAaAa, The box is in the well!"
Homestar may not have been very bright, but he was pretty good at the Trogdor game.But Homsar was the one that passed the final level. Level 100. Homestar was amazed. "You did it, man! You passed the test!" Homsar looked surprised. "WaOaH, I'd like to thank my many fans," He said. They both smiled. But the happiness didnt last long.
The game sucked them into it. They landed right on their behinds, then got up. They saw something that was never expected.All of the others were in cages, or boxes. All of them were screaming, except the poopsmith, who sat in silence. Homestar looked around. Homsar seemed dazed. "Sweet mother of mystery! What going on here?" Homestar shouted. Someone turned around. It was.... Trogdor?? Trogdor seemed amazed. "How'd YOU get here?!" He said. "You shouldn't be here! You should be wandering around like idiots! Level 27 is impossible, so how did you get to level 100?!"
Homsar said, "AaAaA, Your pants are very unattractive!" Trogdor growled at him. Homestar said, "Sooooo.. Uh, can we have our friends back or something? I'm hungry." Trogdor laughed. "Its not that easy. To get your friends back, first you'll have to battle me.. Oh yes.. and to make things fair..." He put a tray of weapons out. "Take one, each of you." The weapons were a short, chipped wooden dagger, a water pistol, a potato, and a butter knife. Being the idiots they were, Homestar took the water pistol, and Homsar took the potato. But these weapons will be quite useful later on, you'll soon see.
Trogdor put the tray back. "And my weapon of choice...." He turned to the rest of them in cages and grinned. He chanted something. "Arru angledesh shnaakana yuru tenhh!" All of their eyes turned red. "Will you obey me?" Trogdor said to them. "Yes, we will obey," They all said, except The Poopsmith, who just nodded.
Homestar said to Homsar, "This is going to be hard, Im sure of it."
To Be Continued....
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