Post by felabba on Nov 21, 2002 9:20:42 GMT -5
The second Blazing Fang story...(you don't need to read the other one to understand what's going on.) I'm having a lot of trouble with it, so anyone who reads and replies will be very much appreciated:
At least when Grarrls roamed the earth, they only had two legs to stomp over things with. Tonu’s have four. And Giant Tonu’s have four very, very big legs to do the squashing with.
“Fear me!”
The roars of the giant, rampaging Tonu thundered through the land. Several Tyrannians followed the advice and dived under whatever was about to protect themselves. One particularly foolhardy Tyrannian even dived under the giant Tonu for protection, which is hardly wise, but can be excused seeing as the Tonu was the largest thing around still intact, and the least likely to be squashed.
“No more!”
A savage growl, and the unlucky wheel of mediocracy found itself being crushed. With its last breath, the wheel gasped out its apologies for all those it had ever rained fireballs upon, the pets that had contracted diseases as a result of spinning its once glorious dial, the 5np prizes that had been given out after Neopians paid 50np...
Come to think of it…the Tonu backed up and stepped on the wheel several more times.
“I have slaved long enough for Tyrannia and those who dwell here. Now I shall have a chance to truly live, and to have what has always been denied me! I will spread fear amongst those who I once provided for! Prepare to be stomped!”
Now normally, on any other peaceful day, a few Tyrannians would have stopped and commented on the sheer corniness of this speech. They might have debated the unoriginality of the revenge theme, the shabby use of exclamations, and the obvious rip off of the “prepare to die” statement. But when you really think about it, anything can sound impressive if delivered to the sound of oncoming doom.
Despite all this doom going on, you’d think that being in the middle of Tyrannia all the solid rock would slow it down. For example, stepping on a stone concert hall can be quite painful. There was a tender spot right in the middle of the poor Tonu’s front left foot. But then, there were tender spots all over the body of the ticket seller, who was attempting to lift himself out of the rubble. Finally he gave up and just stayed there. It really wasn’t worth escaping the rock just to get stomped on again.
In fact, from the pile of rock, the ticket seller had quite a good viewpoint of the giant Tonu and the ensuing destruction. Tucking his hand under his chin, he settled down to watch it demolish a few more buildings. Then it wiped out some trees. And after that it demolished several buildings again. It was quite boring, really, all this stomping and squashing. That was until Sabre-X snuck up from behind, sling-shot in hand, and things really started to get interesting.
Not that sneaking made much difference what with all the crushing, roaring, stomping, and hysterical screaming that was going on.
All the same, whether it was the sneaking or the chaos, the Tonu didn’t turn around until a sharp rock collided with its tail. Without deigning to haul the entire of its body around, the Tonu peered over his shoulder to see Sabre-X, his sling shot in hand and defiant glare upon face.
For a few seconds, there was eye-contact between the omelette superviser and the monster laying waste to Tyrannia. The air almost visibly crackled between them as the amber eyes of the lupe met the sky-blue of the Tonu. It seemed as though Sabre-X would hold it there through the very power of the gaze. But then the Tonu did what any self-respecting Tonu would do when faced (in a sense) with an enemy conveniently placed behind you.
He sat on him.
I certainly hope you didn’t think he was going to do anything else.
And to set your mind at ease, I’m sure Sabre-X survived. After all, it was only a massive Tonu large enough to demolish an entire concert hall within seconds that was seated on top of him. But it might have been a different story if the Tonu hadn’t decided to wander off in the direction of Go, Go, Go, which was desperately in need of destruction. It was this that saved Sabre-X, who managed to crawl several metres before collapsing – just in case the Tonu should return and sit itself down in the exact same spot again.
What went so wrong? Sabre-X wondered, his body aching, battered, bruised. Typical of the council to be off signing up for the Meridell war. Yet while some might be willing to charge at the monstrosity, the elders were too wise, too knowledgeable of the strength the Tonu possessed. To combat this, they needed was someone with no idea, someone who will fight regardless…
As a Tyrannian Kacheek attempted to sneak by, Sabre-X’s hand shot out and caught him by the leg.
“Get…Blazing Fang…” Sabre-X gasped. “Tell him…the omelette is coming…”
***
At least when Grarrls roamed the earth, they only had two legs to stomp over things with. Tonu’s have four. And Giant Tonu’s have four very, very big legs to do the squashing with.
“Fear me!”
The roars of the giant, rampaging Tonu thundered through the land. Several Tyrannians followed the advice and dived under whatever was about to protect themselves. One particularly foolhardy Tyrannian even dived under the giant Tonu for protection, which is hardly wise, but can be excused seeing as the Tonu was the largest thing around still intact, and the least likely to be squashed.
“No more!”
A savage growl, and the unlucky wheel of mediocracy found itself being crushed. With its last breath, the wheel gasped out its apologies for all those it had ever rained fireballs upon, the pets that had contracted diseases as a result of spinning its once glorious dial, the 5np prizes that had been given out after Neopians paid 50np...
Come to think of it…the Tonu backed up and stepped on the wheel several more times.
“I have slaved long enough for Tyrannia and those who dwell here. Now I shall have a chance to truly live, and to have what has always been denied me! I will spread fear amongst those who I once provided for! Prepare to be stomped!”
Now normally, on any other peaceful day, a few Tyrannians would have stopped and commented on the sheer corniness of this speech. They might have debated the unoriginality of the revenge theme, the shabby use of exclamations, and the obvious rip off of the “prepare to die” statement. But when you really think about it, anything can sound impressive if delivered to the sound of oncoming doom.
Despite all this doom going on, you’d think that being in the middle of Tyrannia all the solid rock would slow it down. For example, stepping on a stone concert hall can be quite painful. There was a tender spot right in the middle of the poor Tonu’s front left foot. But then, there were tender spots all over the body of the ticket seller, who was attempting to lift himself out of the rubble. Finally he gave up and just stayed there. It really wasn’t worth escaping the rock just to get stomped on again.
In fact, from the pile of rock, the ticket seller had quite a good viewpoint of the giant Tonu and the ensuing destruction. Tucking his hand under his chin, he settled down to watch it demolish a few more buildings. Then it wiped out some trees. And after that it demolished several buildings again. It was quite boring, really, all this stomping and squashing. That was until Sabre-X snuck up from behind, sling-shot in hand, and things really started to get interesting.
Not that sneaking made much difference what with all the crushing, roaring, stomping, and hysterical screaming that was going on.
All the same, whether it was the sneaking or the chaos, the Tonu didn’t turn around until a sharp rock collided with its tail. Without deigning to haul the entire of its body around, the Tonu peered over his shoulder to see Sabre-X, his sling shot in hand and defiant glare upon face.
For a few seconds, there was eye-contact between the omelette superviser and the monster laying waste to Tyrannia. The air almost visibly crackled between them as the amber eyes of the lupe met the sky-blue of the Tonu. It seemed as though Sabre-X would hold it there through the very power of the gaze. But then the Tonu did what any self-respecting Tonu would do when faced (in a sense) with an enemy conveniently placed behind you.
He sat on him.
I certainly hope you didn’t think he was going to do anything else.
And to set your mind at ease, I’m sure Sabre-X survived. After all, it was only a massive Tonu large enough to demolish an entire concert hall within seconds that was seated on top of him. But it might have been a different story if the Tonu hadn’t decided to wander off in the direction of Go, Go, Go, which was desperately in need of destruction. It was this that saved Sabre-X, who managed to crawl several metres before collapsing – just in case the Tonu should return and sit itself down in the exact same spot again.
What went so wrong? Sabre-X wondered, his body aching, battered, bruised. Typical of the council to be off signing up for the Meridell war. Yet while some might be willing to charge at the monstrosity, the elders were too wise, too knowledgeable of the strength the Tonu possessed. To combat this, they needed was someone with no idea, someone who will fight regardless…
As a Tyrannian Kacheek attempted to sneak by, Sabre-X’s hand shot out and caught him by the leg.
“Get…Blazing Fang…” Sabre-X gasped. “Tell him…the omelette is coming…”
***
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it would be pointless to read stories that use boring words. kudos to your originality and teaching me words 