"Yes... yes... it's all going according to plan. Soon, all the pieces will be in place - or, should I say, the Bricks will be in place!" A shadowy figure laughed manically with his fingertips pressed together, in the most cliché manner one could think of. No part of his being was visible, as the room had absolutely no source of light. It was a sightless cave of nightmares, a Vantablack vacuum of despair. The mysterious new character had obviously villainous intentions. "The Chosen One and his parents have entered the Forest of Freaky Flying French Fries. There, they will face their first true test." "Who ya talkin' to, boss?" inquired another voice from the otherwise lifeless void. Rather than dark and intimidating, this voice was young and clear, with an accent that could equally likely be from either 1920s New York or 1920s Chicago. "What? I wasn't talking. You were talking." The villainous figure prided himself on his astonishingly smooth comebacks. "Why do you invade my privacy like this? Couldn't you read the hours on my office door?" "Ya don't have an office door." "SILENCE," commanded the gravelly voice of the elder figure in a rather childish manner. "Tell me why you have come at this hour." The younger boy grew nervous and began to stutter. "W-well, I guess I was just wonderin', ya know, when we're gonna go down there, like ya said, and do the destruction and all that stuff, like ya said we would, ya know...." "Please do shut your mouth, boy. Our time will come soon enough." "Well some of my buddies were gettin' tired of waiting... not me of course, by it's my buddies, ya see - they wanted me to get down here and-" "I TOLD YOU TO SHUT YOUR MOUTH." "Yeah, boss. Sorry, boss." "We cannot cross over to their mortal dimension until they get further into their journey." "Why is that, though? What difference would it make, ya know?" The elder figure rolled his eyes, though it was not visible in the complete darkness. "My boy, you're better than this. If we revealed ourselves now, it would ruin the pacing of the story!"
"Yes... yes... it's all going according to plan. Soon, all the pieces will be in place - or, should I say, the Bricks will be in place!" A shadowy figure laughed manically with his fingertips pressed together, in the most cliché manner one could think of. No part of his being was visible, as the room had absolutely no source of light. It was a sightless cave of nightmares, a Vantablack vacuum of despair. The mysterious new character had obviously villainous intentions. "The Chosen One and his parents have entered the Forest of Freaky Flying French Fries. There, they will face their first true test." "Who ya talkin' to, boss?" inquired another voice from the otherwise lifeless void. Rather than dark and intimidating, this voice was young and clear, with an accent that could equally likely be from either 1920s New York or 1920s Chicago. "What? I wasn't talking. You were talking." The villainous figure prided himself on his astonishingly smooth comebacks. "Why do you invade my privacy like this? Couldn't you read the hours on my office door?" "Ya don't have an office door." "SILENCE," commanded the gravelly voice of the elder figure in a rather childish manner. "Tell me why you have come at this hour." The younger boy grew nervous and began to stutter. "W-well, I guess I was just wonderin', ya know, when we're gonna go down there, like ya said, and do the destruction and all that stuff, like ya said we would, ya know...." "Please do shut your mouth, boy. Our time will come soon enough." "Well some of my buddies were gettin' tired of waiting... not me of course, by it's my buddies, ya see - they wanted me to get down here and-" "I TOLD YOU TO SHUT YOUR MOUTH." "Yeah, boss. Sorry, boss." "We cannot cross over to their mortal dimension until they get further into their journey." "Why is that, though? What difference would it make, ya know?" The elder figure rolled his eyes, though it was not visible in the complete darkness. "My boy, you're better than this. If we revealed ourselves now, it would ruin the pacing of the story!"
"Yes... yes... it's all going according to plan. Soon, all the pieces will be in place - or, should I say, the Bricks will be in place!" A shadowy figure laughed manically with his fingertips pressed together, in the most cliché manner one could think of. No part of his being was visible, as the room had absolutely no source of light. It was a sightless cave of nightmares, a Vantablack vacuum of despair. The mysterious new character had obviously villainous intentions. "The Chosen One and his parents have entered the Forest of Freaky Flying French Fries. There, they will face their first true test." "Who ya talkin' to, boss?" inquired another voice from the otherwise lifeless void. Rather than dark and intimidating, this voice was young and clear, with an accent that could equally likely be from either 1920s New York or 1920s Chicago. "What? I wasn't talking. You were talking." The villainous figure prided himself on his astonishingly smooth comebacks. "Why do you invade my privacy like this? Couldn't you read the hours on my office door?" "Ya don't have an office door." "SILENCE," commanded the gravelly voice of the elder figure in a rather childish manner. "Tell me why you have come at this hour." The younger boy grew nervous and began to stutter. "W-well, I guess I was just wonderin', ya know, when we're gonna go down there, like ya said, and do the destruction and all that stuff, like ya said we would, ya know...." "Please do shut your mouth, boy. Our time will come soon enough." "Well some of my buddies were gettin' tired of waiting... not me of course, by it's my buddies, ya see - they wanted me to get down here and-" "I TOLD YOU TO SHUT YOUR MOUTH." "Yeah, boss. Sorry, boss." "We cannot cross over to their mortal dimension until they get further into their journey." "Why is that, though? What difference would it make, ya know?" The elder figure rolled his eyes, though it was not visible in the complete darkness. "My boy, you're better than this. If we revealed ourselves now, it would ruin the pacing of the story!"
"Yes... yes... it's all going according to plan. Soon, all the pieces will be in place - or, should I say, the Bricks will be in place!" A shadowy figure laughed manically with his fingertips pressed together, in the most cliché manner one could think of. No part of his being was visible, as the room had absolutely no source of light. It was a sightless cave of nightmares, a Vantablack vacuum of despair. The mysterious new character had obviously villainous intentions. "The Chosen One and his parents have entered the Forest of Freaky Flying French Fries. There, they will face their first true test." "Who ya talkin' to, boss?" inquired another voice from the otherwise lifeless void. Rather than dark and intimidating, this voice was young and clear, with an accent that could equally likely be from either 1920s New York or 1920s Chicago. "What? I wasn't talking. You were talking." The villainous figure prided himself on his astonishingly smooth comebacks. "Why do you invade my privacy like this? Couldn't you read the hours on my office door?" "Ya don't have an office door." "SILENCE," commanded the gravelly voice of the elder figure in a rather childish manner. "Tell me why you have come at this hour." The younger boy grew nervous and began to stutter. "W-well, I guess I was just wonderin', ya know, when we're gonna go down there, like ya said, and do the destruction and all that stuff, like ya said we would, ya know...." "Please do shut your mouth, boy. Our time will come soon enough." "Well some of my buddies were gettin' tired of waiting... not me of course, by it's my buddies, ya see - they wanted me to get down here and-" "I TOLD YOU TO SHUT YOUR MOUTH." "Yeah, boss. Sorry, boss." "We cannot cross over to their mortal dimension until they get further into their journey." "Why is that, though? What difference would it make, ya know?" The elder figure rolled his eyes, though it was not visible in the complete darkness. "My boy, you're better than this. If we revealed ourselves now, it would ruin the pacing of the story!"
"Yes... yes... it's all going according to plan. Soon, all the pieces will be in place - or, should I say, the Bricks will be in place!" A shadowy figure laughed manically with his fingertips pressed together, in the most cliché manner one could think of. No part of his being was visible, as the room had absolutely no source of light. It was a sightless cave of nightmares, a Vantablack vacuum of despair. The mysterious new character had obviously villainous intentions. "The Chosen One and his parents have entered the Forest of Freaky Flying French Fries. There, they will face their first true test." "Who ya talkin' to, boss?" inquired another voice from the otherwise lifeless void. Rather than dark and intimidating, this voice was young and clear, with an accent that could equally likely be from either 1920s New York or 1920s Chicago. "What? I wasn't talking. You were talking." The villainous figure prided himself on his astonishingly smooth comebacks. "Why do you invade my privacy like this? Couldn't you read the hours on my office door?" "Ya don't have an office door." "SILENCE," commanded the gravelly voice of the elder figure in a rather childish manner. "Tell me why you have come at this hour." The younger boy grew nervous and began to stutter. "W-well, I guess I was just wonderin', ya know, when we're gonna go down there, like ya said, and do the destruction and all that stuff, like ya said we would, ya know...." "Please do shut your mouth, boy. Our time will come soon enough." "Well some of my buddies were gettin' tired of waiting... not me of course, by it's my buddies, ya see - they wanted me to get down here and-" "I TOLD YOU TO SHUT YOUR MOUTH." "Yeah, boss. Sorry, boss." "We cannot cross over to their mortal dimension until they get further into their journey." "Why is that, though? What difference would it make, ya know?" The elder figure rolled his eyes, though it was not visible in the complete darkness. "My boy, you're better than this. If we revealed ourselves now, it would ruin the pacing of the story!"
we should be getting our pc from the movers sometime today so i should be able to write and semi-enjoy it
we've been writing this story for over a year and a half and we've barely gotten anywhere plot-wise, this is gonna take up the rest of our lives
good thing it's lego message boards eternal because thats the time frame we'll need
im remembering to write this more and more prominently so there should be a part soon "soon" meaning ill tell myself to do it tonight and then actually do it ten days from now
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