Post by The Mighty Mjaeder! on Sept 8, 2012 14:54:47 GMT -5
Bob the Frost Giant was loving life. He didn’t know where he was or what this new world could be, but somehow he found he had an instinctual understanding of much of this strange new environment. Furthermore, as one of the few Frost Giants who had bothered to learn what was largely considered a useless skill- literacy, Bob had found something called a “newspaper” in the large waste receptacle in which he found himself. Though many of the words were unknown to him, Bob found the language strikingly similar to Kasglaedian, and through the words he could interpret, Bob had learned much about this world.
Through intuition and his reading, Bob understood that this was a world dominated not by magic, but by technology, developments of the mind. And even more, this was a world not constantly at war, where battle was seen as an occasional unfortunate necessity and not the ultimate virtue.
There did seem to be some sort of issue with monsters of some sort, but from what he gathered, that was the exception and not the norm.
Granted, the strange tiny people (most of them even tinier than your average Kasglaedian!) stared at him in terror and often times ran away, but he figured he could overcome these first impression glitches and make some friends here, settle down, make a truly good *life* for himself amongst these people.
Bob froze in his tracks upon the strange streets. Something he spotted filled him with such glee and joy at this new found paradise that his heart fairly leaped for joy… There, standing proudly displayed in the window of something called a delicatessen was a barrel overflowing with pasta salad!
As he sat staring with rapture at the culinary delight, Bob noticed something in the window’s reflection. It was the Mighty Mjaeder! battling some sort of demon. The demon grew weary of the fight and fled, and the Mighty Mjaeder! stood lost in thought. Overcome by rash impulse, Bob thundered towards the Viking warrior, catching him totally unawares with a clothesline.
Bob couldn’t believe his elation. As he wandered further down the street, he marveled at this turn. He had defeated the Mighty Mjaeder! For the first time in his life, Bob was victorious in battle, and against the greatest possible of foes!
… Bob once again froze in his tracks, the smile slowly fading from his face to be replaced by a look of absolute horror. He had actually *picked a fight* with the Mighty Mjaeder! Dear Gods above, he would pay for this, pay soon, and pay hard…
“By Odin’s beard!”
The Mighty Mjaeder! simply could not believe this turn of fate.
First, these strange tiny creatures failed to recognize his mighty visage.
Then the demonic battler dared challenge his might, only to flee from the battle with insults upon his currish lips.
Then, as he stood lost in mighty thoughts, he had somehow been vanquished by *Bob the Frost Giant*!
What tenth dimension of hell in which did he mightily find himself!?
“THIS SHALL NOT STAND!” The Mighty Mjaeder! shouted mightily, rattling the windows with his yell’s mighty might.
“I do not know what this strange and loathsome land is… But mark my mighty words! All within it shall come to know my might!”
The Mighty Mjaeder! mightily leaped into the air and streaked across the strange new skies. He would find the demon and make him pay mightily for questioning his might. And soon. But first, first Bob the Frost Giant must be found, found and dealt with… mightily!
Through intuition and his reading, Bob understood that this was a world dominated not by magic, but by technology, developments of the mind. And even more, this was a world not constantly at war, where battle was seen as an occasional unfortunate necessity and not the ultimate virtue.
There did seem to be some sort of issue with monsters of some sort, but from what he gathered, that was the exception and not the norm.
Granted, the strange tiny people (most of them even tinier than your average Kasglaedian!) stared at him in terror and often times ran away, but he figured he could overcome these first impression glitches and make some friends here, settle down, make a truly good *life* for himself amongst these people.
Bob froze in his tracks upon the strange streets. Something he spotted filled him with such glee and joy at this new found paradise that his heart fairly leaped for joy… There, standing proudly displayed in the window of something called a delicatessen was a barrel overflowing with pasta salad!
As he sat staring with rapture at the culinary delight, Bob noticed something in the window’s reflection. It was the Mighty Mjaeder! battling some sort of demon. The demon grew weary of the fight and fled, and the Mighty Mjaeder! stood lost in thought. Overcome by rash impulse, Bob thundered towards the Viking warrior, catching him totally unawares with a clothesline.
Bob couldn’t believe his elation. As he wandered further down the street, he marveled at this turn. He had defeated the Mighty Mjaeder! For the first time in his life, Bob was victorious in battle, and against the greatest possible of foes!
… Bob once again froze in his tracks, the smile slowly fading from his face to be replaced by a look of absolute horror. He had actually *picked a fight* with the Mighty Mjaeder! Dear Gods above, he would pay for this, pay soon, and pay hard…
“By Odin’s beard!”
The Mighty Mjaeder! simply could not believe this turn of fate.
First, these strange tiny creatures failed to recognize his mighty visage.
Then the demonic battler dared challenge his might, only to flee from the battle with insults upon his currish lips.
Then, as he stood lost in mighty thoughts, he had somehow been vanquished by *Bob the Frost Giant*!
What tenth dimension of hell in which did he mightily find himself!?
“THIS SHALL NOT STAND!” The Mighty Mjaeder! shouted mightily, rattling the windows with his yell’s mighty might.
“I do not know what this strange and loathsome land is… But mark my mighty words! All within it shall come to know my might!”
The Mighty Mjaeder! mightily leaped into the air and streaked across the strange new skies. He would find the demon and make him pay mightily for questioning his might. And soon. But first, first Bob the Frost Giant must be found, found and dealt with… mightily!
