*A lone leidferhosen clad belgian crawls up the rocky decimated landscape and on to the top of a boulder. He pants and pulls out the large gold decorated wooden horn, giving it an all mighty blow and the echoing bLast can be heard around the landscape. Marching towards the site of the once proud cantina came a great army. The huge force marched on, thousands of them. The majority of the army was like the horn-blower (people swing that way
) Large Overweight, but muscular, belgians, clad in leiderhosen, blonde stringy hair hung from beneath green pointy mountaianeering hats with a red feather upon them. (some of these brave warriors styled their hair into pigtails, but yet again people swing that way) Moustaches and beards hang from their faces like proud vikings of old. Armed with giant axes and a large broadsword they marched towards their cause. Along side these belgians rode some more belgians mounted upon giant black rabbits with vicious teeth and red evil eyes, they made a horrible snuffling noise as they went, snuffing for flesh. These belgians were armed with spears and bloodtyhirsty automatic crossbows. Amongst the ranks of this armie were rabid members of parliament and actors from bad comedies like friends and terrible soaps like neighbours. All genetically modified to be blood hungry warriors armed with blades to hack the nearest enemy to pieces. At the front of this army mounted upon a snarling mad hunchbacked anne widdecomb (not that kind of mounted) was this armies leader, clad in bondage jeans and a trenchcoat which hid his elven chainmail coat. He carried a large sword in one hand and an elven bow on his back, a lighter fuelled covered baguette hung from his side in case he really needed to fight. AT LAST Raging Deadstar had returned to the mortal plain. Well not totally for he was possessing one of his cloned Versions of himself, but it was 99% like being alive! He had brought these armies to fight for his nemesis ragnarok, who was being tortured in the very depths of hell! A bit of a lost cause but one needs to give his forces a training exercise!*
*The extravegent army haults and Raging Deadstar awaits the call of dogscoff who was finishing his stake dinner, and most probably finishing his 5th pint and chatting up the waitress where ever he was, soon we would rescue ragnarok...*
Sorry, i felt inspired so i had to write this. Now onwards to hell, but i lay claim to any succubus's whom we liberate on the way (female angels who like to have sex and generally have a good time and are ruled by lucifer himself)
[ March 17, 2003, 20:19: Message edited by: Raging Deadstar ]