It's that time of year again. The time when Nightangel gets the urge to post poorly written fiction on the internet.
The adventures of Paca and Zubas
Narrator 1: Aago in far off Nehekhara, there lived two individuals Prince Paca and the Liche Priest Zubas. This, my friends is their story.
Narrator 1: The scene opens over the glittering port city of Zandri. We see the crumbling spires of the palace, the gold-topped peaks of the necropolis beginning to shine in the dawn...
Narrator 2: One might ask how they remained shining all those years.
Narrator 1: One might also receive a sharp smack to the back of the Head.
Narrator 2: Fine fine continue. You old llama.
Narrator 1: Now where was I. Oh yes, I remember. On that beautiful morning two young grave robbers, let’s call them Fred one and Fred two, were closing in on the coffin of Prince Paca the Insufferable.
Narrator 2: That’s a bit of a weird name.
Narrator 1: It’s more an unofficial title. Anyway Fred one and Fred two were about to open the strangely upright sarcophagus, when suddenly!
Narrator 2: Oh oh oh I know what’s going to happen, are you still with us audience what you’re about to hear is some of the very finest modern wit and comedy ever.
Narrator 1: I will strike you! I will a punch you right in the face!
Narrator 2: Ok! Ok! I’m done I promise.
Narrator 1: Your better be. Now where was I ... Oh yes, just as their hands grazed the lid it swung open like a set of double doors with great speed and violence turning the poor Freds into two large red stains on the wall. From this carnage emerged the rather groggy looking Prince Paca.
Narrator 2: Well with names like that they weren’t very going to last very long, were they?
Narrator 1: Okay if this is going to keep going I’m going to have to get considerably more drunk, I’ll be back in a while.
