Birth of Zxon
Zxon - October 7, 2005
.... rattle ... stretch ... moan ...
'Where am I', Zxon thinks to himself. Pushing himself up from the
cold ground, he looks around trying to get his bearings. 'I
remember finding an orb I was needing to make myself a new robe,
I finally had all four'.
'Ok, Zxon, think. I bent over the corpse of a guard in the
monestary, found the orb, called out happily, then ..... '
*remembers a sharp pain in his lower back*
'THE GNOME!! That pink haired freak! I knew we shouldn't have
invited that rogue to come along. where is she!'
Zxon stands up and hears some joyous laughter in the distance. He
silently creeps towards the sound. He sees a flash of pink and
creeps closer to listen.
'Heh, I got that orb from that silly human priest, and you know,
this jawbone of his will work great for my new automatic
ashtray!' *laugh*
'I was right!', Zxon thinks to himself, 'Well, we'll see who
laughs after I melt her face a bit. But what did she mean about a
jawbone?'
Zxon reaches up to scratch his beard. Nothing. 'What?' Feeling
his face, a new fear he has never felt creeps into his mind. 'My
jaw! My Eyes! MY FACE! what , AAAAHHHHmy ARMS!!!!'
Screaming out his hate at the gnome all that comes out is
'AAAaaaa Mmmm *gurgle* *drool* AAaag!
The gnome seeing Zxon in his new form freezes for a moment,
screams, and bolts and disappears.
'AAaaaaaAaa!' , Zxon screams. 'I'll find you', he thinks to
himself in rage 'You, and all my fomer comrades will learn of the
evil that is now Zxon'