He was in a field. It was dark. Black.
It needed color..
And so he wrote;
"The sky will be..orange."
He would name this region sunset valley.
It would be his home, he declared.
Joesph continued to write, and he wrote, and thus was written.
A world at his fingertips. With the flick of his hand, a castle was in front of him.
With another flick, and curvy writing, a town full of loyal subjects. Guards. Lives.
A throne, and a massive library. An endless autumn forest, changing color leaves..
And some goddamn indoor plumbing for a change.
He realized the world would be boring with just himself..
So outside of sunset valley, he designed an ornate jungle with leaves, bushes and vines to create treehouses-
Here would be the elven people, living in harmony with one another and singing crystals to create furniture and pottery.
"Time to finish sunset valley- i can let these guys sort out their own history." He thought to himself.
And, as if he were immortal, vanished and reappeared at his throne.
He noticed that there was a plain lack of chaos. He would change that.
And so, volcanoes erupted- earthquakes shattered the land, forests burned, necromancers performed rituals to merge together and become a dark lich, and Joesph realised that he might be going slightly insane with this. Instead, he wrote in the book;
"A huge, constantly changing fantasy world with a blank story that i shall carve will emerge."
And so it emerged. Cliche', yes, but he figured it would make it much easier.
But no adventure was complete without friends.
"But what would i do for someone to actually fucking talk to?" Joesph inquired.
He quickly scrabbled up a drawing of someone he would call a friend.
"George"
7ft tall, Ginger hair- Loves to explore, enjoys stabbing things- and is well trained in the arts of..pickpocketing.
And so, as if like magic, the book whirred and a ginger-haired sneaky looking fellow appeared in front of Joesph.
"Fantastic." Joesph proclaimed.
And Joesph would continue to write a story for himself, until one day the 4 evil necromancers he had forgotten about decided to do something. They realised Joesph's power was great- If they had it, they could create their own undead-power fantasy. They hatched a plan.
Oh, i almost forgot the names of these fellows. What kind of villains would they be if they didn't have a motive? An impetus, you might say. We'll begin with the first one.
"Francis"
6ft tall, black hair- Biker appearance. Hates everything.
"Pablo"
2ft tall, brown hair- He may be small, but he really knows how to gamble.
"Ray"
Height unknown, hair color unknown- We don't speak of him.
Loves to play mind games. He's always so serious.
"Miccallo"
9ft tall, White hair- Sadistic, loves the pain of others. Is amused by child labor.
We'll call them the FPRM for short.
Ray is usually the leader of the plans, and is usually quiet unless he is telling someone else to be goddamn quiet.
Ray lead them through the sacred grounds, over the hills, through rainbow forest of lollipops and death, The bog of existentialism, and a 7/11.
At last, they were there! Allow me to tap into their expressions and thoughts for a moment;
Sunset Valley, October of the infinitive year
7:00 P.M. Ray and his team of necromancers was sneaking around the castle walls.
Pablo: God, we're finally fucking here. It's really damn cold at that 7/11.
Miccallo: Hah, you wouldn't even know the cold of my freezer when i store children in it during my free time.
Ray: Silence you fools. Time to chat will be once we've stolen that idiot's book and erased him and his world with it. Then our work can begin.
Francis: I hate castles.
Ray: Shut up.
Francis: And doctors, and lawyers, and cops-
Ray: SHUT THE HELL UP!
[In ray's yelling, a guard spots them sneaking along the castle walls. He calls for help.]
Ray: God damn it, NOW look at what you've done! So much for the fucking sneaky approach, huh!?
[Did i say ray was quiet? oh dear, i must have misplaced the actual script- you can see what he's actually like though.]
Pablo: We should stop yelling and get on with this already. It's half past noon and we still haven't made a city full of casinos owned by me.
Miccallo: Yeah, and no children ovens yet either!
Ray: Fuck it. We're just going in through the wall. HEEEEUUURGG-
[Ray blasts half of the fucking castle into rubble. Francis runs in, grabs the book, and they escape.]
And so, they used the book to destroy Joesph's dream.
They turned the world into a land of chaos- Brainwashing, betrayal, greed, murder, destruction- There would be no end to the madness.
Or would there?
In the haste of Ray's plans, the necromancers had forgotten something. They never realised that one of the pages had been torn from the book for safekeeping..
This is the story of a man named George.
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