by Chewy Walrus, LLANCE, Jonah'sWhale, HourGirl and Chew-Two
THE YEAR 2001 - THE DEEPEST DARKEST REACHES OF THE HYPERBOARD...
A long figure floats in the void, beholding posts from different boards. It is a glorious sight, but the dark monstrous being can only think of one thing...
"TOMB... TOMB... TOMB..."
As the word races through his head, he recalls their leader, the man he's grown to hate the most in all the world... the Chewy Walrus!
He is responsible! He must pay! He must bring them down!
Yes, it was time for TOMB and Chewy Walrus to experience the return of ... CHEWTWO!
Lance: Oh! I'm on pins and needles! Will Chewtwo beam us all one year into the future? Or will he travel back in time to confront us? I think Chewtwo wants to destroy TOMB before it is created! What will we do?
-------once over and twice twisted-----------
Meanwhile, oblivious to all of this, JW sips a cup of milk at the breakfast table. He drops a few gensing tablets into the glass because he knows it's not going to be another day in paradise. Where the hell IS paradise?!
Or, more appropriately, WHEN is paradise?
The world was a much nicer place many years ago. I don't mean during WW2 of the Crusades of Salem Witch Trials, but I speak of EDEN. The Garden. Paradise!
With a grunt and a throwing of his head back, JW consumes the remains of he beverage. The glass is now TOTALLY empty.
It's time to find paradise.
But will he go alone? Or will his love come along?
The time machine awaits...
HourGirl stares blankly at the refridgerator covered in magnets she has collected from every time period she has traveled through. The cat, mewing at her feet is not even a distraction as she suddenly thinks of a place she has not thought of in years. Eden, that is paradise. The mortals seem to think is is a legend. Some think it the splendor of a creative imagination. But she knows better. She remembers the place well. Too well. Pushing down the sick feeling starting to rise in the pit of her stomache, she lets her mind wander playfully through yesteryear. The days, the carelessness, the ease, the....
the.... the.....
"Don't, u blocked it. Remember? Your therapist said never to revisit that memory. You'll unleash the most malevolent type of monster this age has ever seen. Not to mentionn it won't do wonders for your beauty sleep."
She sighs and sips her chocolate milk and wonders what has brought these thoughts of this place, this time to her mind. The clock chimes 8:30 and she realizes JW will be ringing her any minute with the new assignment. He was supposed to meet with the maganificent 5 last night. She, feeling under the weather was ordered to partake of chicken broth, a hot bath and an earely retirement.
Being the good little red-head that she is, she obeyed and JW promised to fill her in the next morning on all the juiciest details. She is quite fond of him really and her heart is all aflutter as she glances at the phone anticipating it's ring.....
TOMB... TOMB... TOMB...
The throbbing pains get louder and stronger...
TOMB... TOMB... TOMB...
AAAAAA! No more! Even a being as powerful as I can take no more! 'Tis time to return to their pathetic excuse of an existance!
TOMB... TOMB... TOMB...
I... (TOMB)... MUST... (TOMB)... MAKE... (TOMB)... THEM... (TOMB)... PAY!!! (TOMB)
I've mulled the plot over for centuries... now, it is complete! TOMB shall be mine!