Post by Tien on Dec 3, 2008 23:11:53 GMT -5
In the last installment the might warrior Tien was training in the mountains of Russia when he got hungry. He was craving some French toast and he would not stop until that feeling deep down in his belly was quenched.
Tien walked up to the building that the Russian man pointed at and knocked on the door. He expected the building to be a restaurant but the woman who answered the door said
“welcome to the ophanarium of our nameless village that Scott doesn’t wanna think of a name for at the moment.”
Tien asked the man in charge where he could find some French toast. The man told Tien a sad story…… (the screen goes all wavy now too indicate a flashback)…
Eight months ago a rich oil driller named Leon Chase moved into out town and started buying up all the land he could. When someone refused to sell their property he killed them and waited for the bank to foreclose on their home which he then brought anyway. All the children here have had there parents killed by Leon’s brutes…..
(wavy screen back to normal)…..
“That’s horrible” Tien exclaimed “but what does this have to do with my French toast?”
“If you can stop Leon and this thugs…. I will have my slaves…Urm… orphans make you French toast.”
“That’s all I needed to hear….. wait did you say slaves?”
“No….. no I did not.”
Tien decided this would be worth the trouble of having delicious slave prepared French toast and beating up Leon’s thugs might help him get a little practice in.
word count = 265
Tien walked up to the building that the Russian man pointed at and knocked on the door. He expected the building to be a restaurant but the woman who answered the door said
“welcome to the ophanarium of our nameless village that Scott doesn’t wanna think of a name for at the moment.”
Tien asked the man in charge where he could find some French toast. The man told Tien a sad story…… (the screen goes all wavy now too indicate a flashback)…
Eight months ago a rich oil driller named Leon Chase moved into out town and started buying up all the land he could. When someone refused to sell their property he killed them and waited for the bank to foreclose on their home which he then brought anyway. All the children here have had there parents killed by Leon’s brutes…..
(wavy screen back to normal)…..
“That’s horrible” Tien exclaimed “but what does this have to do with my French toast?”
“If you can stop Leon and this thugs…. I will have my slaves…Urm… orphans make you French toast.”
“That’s all I needed to hear….. wait did you say slaves?”
“No….. no I did not.”
Tien decided this would be worth the trouble of having delicious slave prepared French toast and beating up Leon’s thugs might help him get a little practice in.
word count = 265