 Firgof Umbra 2003-12-26 . chapter 1The Maelstrom Comes...with a LARGER knife.
Hullo. This is definitely dark. In fact, I can't see in here. Not that I need to, you see, but I am just saying for the sake of my companion. Firgof: Get some light in here! Maelstrom: NO! It's my time to write and I LIKE the dark. Boy. Firgof: Is that all you got?
Maelstrom: Insolence! Excuse me. I got off track. I will make this short: You...must-keep-writing. I liked it. Firgof: Well, I didn't! Maelstrom: That's because you're a goody-two-shoes. Unlike I, the Epitome of Dark Power. Heh, that's right. Crawl into your white hole. *Smile* Well, not that one.
Firgof: Okay. That's it! You're going down little man!
Maelstrom: I am no man. I am a STORM thank you.
Firgof: Heh heh. I guess that all you have IS hot wind then. Come on!
Maelstrom: Grr!
The Maelstrom Leaves... kicking Firgof's butt across eternity. |