Timstone is busy, as always, tinkering with things he shouldn't touch and mess with. But heck that is the thing with those engineers, they wreck stuff in order to understand it and reproduce it, and of course because wrecking stuff is fun.
On the cantina floor besides his favorite patron RD, Timstone is busy with bolting strange devices onto his gearbox. A beeping noise that grows louder and faster, suddenly resounds throughout the cantina. Drops of sweat appear on Timstone's forehead. He must think quickly or else most certainly the whole cantina is going to be blown to smithereens. With a flick of his wirecutter he snaps a few of the wires leading from the mainreactor unit (hey, it needs power, doesn't it?!) to the secondary emergency array of fusionwarheads (Hey, it also needs some thingies to kick alien ***!). The alarming beep abruptly stops. "Phew, another catastrophy avoided.". The whole cantina returns to normal. Timstone can hear some patrons say something like: stupid inventor, idiotic numbskull. Timstone doesn't even listen to them, the ignorant fools! During the short crisis, Timstone thought of a dasterdly good plan, a develish clever paln to make his timetraveling gearbox work. "Hmm... yes." he says "Crazy enough, it might just work! Muahahah!!" He quickly grabs a bottle of absinthe, his Hellraiser DVD box and a dirty magazine, he welds, bolts and sticks them onto his beloved gearbox and turns the key on the dashboard of the vehicle. The engine gives a loud bang and after that the engine runs like a hummingbird. Nice and smooth. When he hears the sound of the engine and sees the original X-Com: Apocalypse style (the game kicks *** big time and the look of the city and vehicles are just gorgeous) exterior of his timetraveling gearbox, he realizes he's after something big (*a old gramaphone starts yelling a grande introduction*), something that will change the world of today, something of immense importance, something that can be uttilized for profit, great profit, hehe...
Timstone sits on his gearbox, with bottle of absinthe, Hellraiser DVD box and dirty magazine attached and pushes the biggest button on the dash. "I have no freaking idea what this button does, but it is big, red and it's flashing, so let's push it!". The obscure machine shoots out a beam of energy a la Independance Day, the beam hits a table flipped over by one of the marching armies in the cantina and makes a small hole in the air. Then a huge discharge of energy the table is smashed to tiny bits and pieces. With a huge crackle the air is being ripped apart with such force and energy that near half of the cantina-patrons are thrown away. With a occasionally crack of lightning and some flashes the hole in front of Timstone grows and grows and finaly reaches a diameter of 10 meters then the hole stabilises. After a second of two Timstone's ingenius machine launches a bolt of energy and the hole simply rips open and the fabric of spacetime gives way to the blackness of the dimension beyond. After the supprising second stage of the hole Timstone looks into the hole and sees nothing. When he is about to get of his apparatus, the hole starts spewing some sort of slime. With the first voley of the slime Timstone, his gearboxvehicle, RD, Mac, GT, Dogscoff, Taz, Gryphin, Rags, FBW's and a host of other visitors are covered in the goo. After a second barrage from the hole, the whole of the cantina is filled with the strange and smelly slime. Everybody is frozen to the spot and is beaten by amazement. Timstone quickly pulles some levers, pushes some puttons and turns some knobs. Then the hole starts sucking everything covered in slime into the hole. The awesome sucking force of the hole (just like a good woman
) is so great that nobody is able to escape it. No longer fed by energy from Timstone's timetraveller, the hole collapses and stops to be. The Last thing everybody hears is the kaazoooom of the hole closing.
[ October 25, 2002, 18:49: Message edited by: Timstone ]