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[firebreathingfishies]

Not quite all of them, but I'm getting there

[Beach Crew]

Originally Posted by The Wizard

No problem, they are fun to re-read, even for me That is a possibility Although eventually this forum will end and all that shall remain is a mysterious old man creeping up to your letter box in the dead of night and posting an unknown script through it labelled '#9,376'

Lol, see, so the more you write the more you re-read and it's a win-win for all involved Hmmm, that does sound a little odd, but if the story continues....well, I shan't complain. Too much

[The Wizard]

Originally Posted by firebreathingfishies

Not quite all of them, but I'm getting there

Well just keep plodding along

[The Wizard]

Chapter 2 - Sunset

17th February 2008

The sun shone down upon the Plateau on yet another one of the glorious days which had ensued since the downfall of Suvon the year before. Buildings and homes had been destroyed in the great fire of Nelson, but they had since been rebuilt. The morale of the people, it seemed, could not be crushed. The problems which appeared to follow the Plateauers around had subsided and it was a case of ‘let the good times roll’. Smiles had returned to the faces of the folk and happiness was all around.

Orson admired his rebuilt library as he entered through the great wooden front doors. It had been made bigger and better than the one which preceded it and now contained many more books of varying shapes and sizes, topics and themes. Orson wandered into the main reading room, which had enormous shelves running along each wall, and a great table in the centre. It was deserted as people were out enjoying the un-seasonal sunshine, but Orson did not care. He had all that he wanted: a quiet, peaceful place where he could study his books and write. He picked up a pile of books which had been left on the corner of the long table and prepared to return each of them to their place on the shelves. But as the bottom book left the surface of the table, the usual brown wood did not lie beneath it. Orson had a double take as he noticed that an envelope had been concealed beneath the stack. As he looked closely, he realised that it had his name written on the front of it. Immediately he put the books down, intrigued to find out what was contained within his delivery. He picked up the white paper packet excitedly and began to rip it open. Inside was a lengthy handwritten letter. Orson took a seat and began to read:

Dear Orson,
You and many others may now believe that we have entered a time of peace and harmony here at the Plateau, and to the naked eye that is how it would seem for there is no conflict between any of us. But it is a false peace. We are being controlled by our leader with no say in what happens within our society. This is supposed to be a democracy but there is nothing democratic about it. Even Kiowa and Espee, the two people who were apparently going to be getting more power, have become nullified. Our leader is a dictator and the sooner you all realise that, the better. What has happened to the days where everyone contributed to the upkeep of the system? We are now in the control of one man; a power-hungry traitor who must be stopped. You may think this is an overreaction and that our ‘great leader’ is yet to do anything wrong, but we cannot wait for that to happen! We must act now before our individual rights and freedoms are taken away from us like a leaf on the breeze and we become nothing but cabbages in our leader’s giant vegetable patch! We know that not all of you will support this movement, and that means we cannot be successful in removing this man by way of popular opinion and force. Therefore we are proposing the evacuation of everyone who wants to maintain their liberty. Come with us and we shall return to the Forth Channel where we can all live together with equal opportunities and equal rights. Pack your belongings and meet us at the west edge of the Plateau at sunset. We will be waiting,

Vinny and Aurora.

Orson stared at what he had just read in shocked disbelief, his eyes glazing over. But it only took a few moments for his mind to be made up.
“No thanks,” he concluded decisively, stuffing the letter into his pocket and storming out of the library, the door slamming behind him.

*

Orson burst into the leader’s marquee, waving the letter above his head, a look of fury and determination on his usually calm face. This expression soon changed to one of surprise as he found five people already within the tent, huddled around the leader’s desk, their own letters presented to him. Orson gasped as he was out of breath from his quick march across the Plateau. The five within the tent turned to look at him and realised that he was there for the same reason as them. Jay Bee stood at the left corner of the leader’s grand desk, his hands held behind his back and a look of importance upon his face. To his right stood the two farmers, Jack and Upes, who had temporarily left the gardens unmanned. Next came Godzy, the likeable, eccentric doctor whose multi-coloured mohican still lit up any room. Finally, at the right corner of the desk was Losty, who seemed the most agitated of the group about the on goings. The leader stared through the group at Orson, a look of ferocity upon his own face.
“You guys got a letter too?” asked Orson, still slightly breathless.
“Everyone did,” replied Jay Bee, “They must have used a whole lot of ink!”
No one laughed at this for they appreciated the seriousness of the problem.
“Is there any support for it?” enquired Orson, hopefully.
“There have been murmurings of people going to join the traitors at sunset, but not many,” informed Upes.
“What do we do?” asked Orson.
“Let us hope that we can quell the fire of this movement before it is kindled,” declared the leader, rising from his chair and walking around the desk. “Come… sunset is not far off.”

*

Murl rang the guard house bell frantically as the traitors prepared to leave. Its sound could be heard all across the Plateau and alerted everyone that something was happening.
“How dare you defy our great leader!” shouted Damned Iron Snowstorm angrily. A crowd had gathered outside to confront the deserters, led by Vinny and Aurora, at the west edge of the Plateau. A small band of Plateauers had joined the instigators in their mission to leave the rock and find a new place to live where they believed they would be free from the oppression they currently thought they faced. Vinny turned to face his heckler, a resigned look on his face. He laid down his pack and walked slowly over to Snowstorm until he came only inches from his face.
“Why would I listen to someone with something like that on their face?” said Vinny harshly, pointing to the red birthmark which crept outwards from Snowstorm’s right eye.
“Hey!” called out Shiniabe Firefighters (Shin for short) in protest. At first, Snowstorm seemed unmoved by this comment, but then his lip started to curl and it was clear that he had snapped. He pushed Vinny away about a metre and performed a spinning crescent kick to his head. Vinny cried out in pain and unceremoniously fell to the ground. Blood began to dribble from the gash which had been opened up in his forehead.
“It is unwise to provoke anyone with significant martial arts experience,” said Snowstorm calmly, standing perfectly still over his fallen victim. Everyone thought it was over and Aurora began to make her way over to Vinny to make sure he was okay. But then Snowstorm burst back into life with a cry of rage and began delivering sharp kicks to the ribs of the helpless Vinny. Only a few could find their target before Snowstorm was grabbed and pulled away by his companions Kenni, Matchy and Scot who were the first ones on the scene. Snowstorm immediately became calm again and did not struggle against his friends.
“What the hell is going on here?!?” came a cry as another group arrived at the scene.
“Uh oh,” said the Abbott sarcastically, “The big guns are here!”
The cry had been made by Kiowa, the blue warrior, and behind her came the Wizard, former resident of Waffle, Udda, leader of the east channelers, Espee, head of the Plateau army, and Sandy, chief pacifist.
“These traitors are deserting us!” shouted Haelle, an immature young girl, whilst pointing in the direction of Vinny and Aurora.
“Well we know that!” exclaimed Kiowa, “But why all the fuss? If these people have the cheek to betray our leader then why should we want them to stay? Let them leave, and our society will be better for it!” There was a loud cheer from all but those who were about to leave at these words, which had brought the angry Plateauers to their senses.
“You have made the wrong choice,” spat Vinny, as Aurora helped him to his feet. “That man is scum.” They made to leave, Aurora helping the injured Vinny along.
“Say that to my face if you truly believe it,” came a voice from behind the crowd, “Or are you too much of a coward to face me like a man?” A look of horror came across Vinny’s face as he realised that the leader had arrived. He turned to face his nemesis. Through the crowd emerged Jay Bee, Jack, Upes, Godzy and Losty. They parted to reveal the leader. For a moment the glare of the setting sun concealed his face, though his identity was known to everyone. As it faded away his unmistakable features were revealed. That jet black hair, his sculptured face, and his sturdy frame; Dr. Rock had come. Since the war with Suvon’s red army had been won, the Doctor had begun to recover from the condition which had aged him prematurely beyond his years, until the point where he was back to his normal, young, powerful self. He stood now, in front of his loyal and supportive people, at the pinnacle of his fitness, ready to take on any who opposed him face to face. Vinny remained speechless.
“So… what say you Vinny?” called Dr. Rock. Vinny took a while to come up with the courage to reply. He gulped and began,
“I say that you are a dictator; an evil man who will be the downfall of this fair land. You control these innocent people like they are your slaves. You think you are a god, but you are not.” At this Vinny spat on the floor in front of him, in a sign of complete disrespect towards the Doctor.
“Is that what you really think?” checked Dr. Rock.
“Yes, it’s what all of us here think,” replied Vinny, waving his arm over his pathetic bunch of followers, “That’s why we’re leaving.”
“Very well,” began Dr. Rock, “You may be leaving, but I hereby banish you from this Plateau, effective immediately… goodbye.” Dr. Rock turned and walked away from the people who had turned their backs on him. One by one, all other loyal members of the Plateau turned and followed their leader back into their homeland, away from these traitors and cowards who had turned their backs on the greatest thing that had ever happened to them. Vinny gazed sadly at his former friends leaving him, without a care in the world.
“You know where to find us, when you change your minds,” called Vinny finally, as the people of the Plateau were barely still in view.

[The Wizard]

Lardy dardy dee, I really need a wee...

[esn]

I like it Wiz

Am I to assume that Im Snowstorm then? Cool I get to kick ass

Thanks.

[The Wizard]

So good it got posted twice

Thanks esn... there was no need for that PM then... unless that is what led you here...
Yes you are correct there... can you see the relevance of that name?

[esn]

Originally Posted by The Wizard

So good it got posted twice

Thanks esn... there was no need for that PM then... unless that is what led you here...
Yes you are correct there... can you see the relevance of that name?

Actually I noticed before you sent it, but thanks anyways .

I can't see the relevance - though Im glad you inlcuded me though - and my best features as well

[The Wizard]

Originally Posted by esn

Actually I noticed before you sent it, but thanks anyways .

I can't see the relevance - though Im glad you inlcuded me though - and my best features as well

I feared it would come to this... though I want to make you work to find the answer. All I will say is.... anagram The whole thing that is, for your whole name is 'Damned Iron Snowstorm'.

[esn]

Originally Posted by The Wizard

I feared it would come to this... though I want to make you work to find the answer. All I will say is.... anagram The whole thing that is, for your whole name is 'Damned Iron Snowstorm'.

Intriguing.

For now, once this week has past and Roco has chosen a new sig of the week, do you mind if I quote a part of your story for my sig?