The elders of the great city of yliakum call a meeting.
-Elder #1: There is a great peril in our land. Is it someone named sorehon.
-Mistwalker: Sorehon? What the hell are you talking about?
-Elder#2: Yes, sarehon. He is seeking something that used to be his. It is the one wristwatch!
-Mistwalker: A what?
-Elder #1: A wristwatch of power. And you, yes you, must take this wristwatch to the one place that it can be destroyed!
-Mistwalker: Why me?
-Elder #2: Your the only one who showed up.
-Mistwalker: Damn. Where do I have to take it?
-Elder #1: You must take the wristwatch to the evil land of boremore, to the great Butte Doom, where it must be tossed into the crack of fire there!
-Mistwalker: Please don\'t say it.
-Elder #2: YES! YOU MUST HURL THE WRISTWATCH INTO THE BUTTE CRACK OF DOOM!
-Mistwalker: On my own?
-Elder #1: No, we will put you with a group of 9 people, who won\'t get along, and will be a royal pain in the ass for you, and will eventually start to kill each other in order to gain the wristwatch of power. Oh, and you will also have to avoid 9 unkillable guys dressed in black who ride small pink ponies.
-Elder #2: Your companions will be Lickanass, the Elf, Streaker, the ranger, Gimpy the dwarf, Boredtotears, the large and unsightly warrior, Marie and Flippin, the small unsighlty things smaller and uglier than dwarves, Slam Bang-gee, who smells quite a bit, and GrandAlf the light purple, who likes to eat cats.
-Mistwalker: Sounds like winners.
-Elder #1: Oh yeah. Off with you now.
-Mistwalker: Can\'t I just smash this thing with a hammer?
-Elder #2: Oh hell no, that would be to simple. Its indestuctable unless you toss it into the Butte Crack.
Thats all for now! Let me know if you want more installments of this almost good story.
