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This is a little short fanfic that I've been working on. Only the first portion of it is complete. But I wanted to get some feedback before taking the story further. As it is about the community(mainly Kilroy and the Mods), I decided it belonged here. However, I will understand if it gets moved.
It was originally supposed to be entirely a comical spoof. But once I actually started working on it, it came to be a serious endeavor. But it is better for it, I assure you.
Kilroy vs. Mods
He did not fear them. Not the younger ones at least. The only one he feared was the Overlord.
He ran through these woods. They were dark. Damp. Humid. Unpleasant. He hated this forest. He had only been in them for the half hour, but already hated them. He promised himself that one day he would return to burn this forest. And what a fire it would be!
He found a tree whos roots seemed to form a chair-like shape. He sat. He withdrew the map given to him by Stubbs. He viewed it. He was near his destination. The time for his rise to power was nigh at hand. The Heated Fume Cavern Shelter was near. After he had regained his breath, and drank some water, he rose.
He continued on toward his destination. He had to find it. It was imperative that it be found. He had to strike quickly, so as to prevent his discovery prior to locating it. He had finally reached the cavern. He entered.
This cave was deep. And something was…..different. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but he knew that everything, including himself, was changed somehow. He walked for what seemed to be an eternity. He walked and walked. The fumes of this torturous place left him sleepy. But he was above that of a normal man, who would have collapsed within a few yards of entering the cavern.
He finally found it. He couldn’t believe his eyes. After all this time. All this planning. It was right in front of him. It was just a cylinder. About 3 inches in diameter, and 2½ feet long. He chuckled slightly. Such a simple thing. Yet so incredibly complex. He grabbed it, tied it to a rope on both ends, and wore the rope like a sash. It went from his upper left shoulder, down to the right side of his waist. He started off.
This part was critical. He had to move quickly, but he had to be cautious and stealthy. He moved at a rapid pace, but was completely silent. He was watching all of his surroundings. Looking for any sign of the thing. Then it came.
The ground shook. The fumes concentrated. The sweat on his brow seemed to be boiling. He was terrified. He knew this could very well be the end of his journeying.
It came into view. It was massive. At least one hundred feet tall. It had two gigantic horns on its head. It had at least a hundred eyes. Each looking in a different direction. Until it saw him at least. Then they all focused on him. Burning into his soul. He felt indescribably fearful. Yet he did not hesitate. Not he. Not Kilroy. He was more than a man. His heart was human. His blood was boiling. His brain IBM. He often acted strangely. And those who knew him were unsurprised.
He ran. He ran as far and as fast as he could. He could do nothing to protect himself, other than flee. Then it happened. The change that had occurred was undone. The fumes gone. Kilroy turned around. Nothing was there. Not a sound, nor sight to be sensed. Whatever force had created this change, had been stopped. It also had control over the Black Beast of Arghhhhhh. It was all gone now.
He knew that the rest of them would know he was here. Though they wouldn’t know it was him, nor the potential danger he was putting them in. So he new they would come slowly. One at a time. For now.
He trudged through the forest. Mildly weary, yet very alert. Before long, he heard footsteps. It was coming from afar. Gigantic, heavy footsteps. They were growing louder, and the earth shook harder each time. It was headed in his direction. Kilroy had a good guess of who it was, too. This would have to be The Great Pretender.
The Great Pretender was a Trow. A massive lumbering giant made of rock and clay. It had no organs, no bodily functions. Yet, it could walk, talk, and think like a normal man. Kilroy knew the Pretender could squash him like a bug if he could find and catch him. He would have to destroy it somehow. But that would be the tricky part.
He then heard the roar of an engine overhead. Some sort of flying vehicle. Upon looking up, Kilroy recognized the cause of the sound to be a Pelican. He knew that Recon Number 45 was at the helm. This could be to his advantage.
Kilroy had many abilities that a normal man lacked. One of them being able to shoot fireballs. He shot one across the Pelicans nose to get Recon’s attention. Recon quickly turned his Pelican, and fired several Heat-Seeking Missiles in the direction from whence the fireball had come. Bad decision. Kilroy launched another fireball at the Pretender. The Missiles followed the fireball, as they produced much heat.
The Pretender saw this blazing inferno from hell coming in his direction. He was not afraid. It was headed right for his face, but it would not hurt him at all. The ball hit The Great Pretender right between his eyes. It didn’t even faze him. But then 3 gigantic missiles came shooting up at him with great speed. Upon impact, they caused the Pretender a great deal of pain, and blinded him. In his frustration and discomfort he started thrashing about, as if having a seizure. His arm happened to fly directly into the side of Recon’s Pelican. Recon died, and The Pretender stumbled to the ground. Kilroy moved on.
Well, what do you think? I need some feedback here.
[Edited on 11/20/2005]