| Chapter Six- Another Blah Story THE DAY THEY WENT TO THE LAND OF BLAH -Written by the Darklord of Blah (dis one is more betterest) They called him the dark lord of blah. Nobody quite knew how he had gotten the name, but it suited him very nicely. Not to say that he was evil or anything but he was obsessed with evil blah and he had always seemed to be somewhat of an eccentric. He sat there on his old mouldy couch just staring at his out of date twenty first century television, as he reached his hand into the dimensional portal again and again eating whatever crazy things he pulled out. Socks mostly. Across the street he could hear the screeches of cats as their owner, who the dark lord knew as his friend Lady Blah, threw them at anyone daring enough to walk down their street. Well actually I'm not sure if you could call it a street. It had started with just three people who had known each other for a long time and had coincidentally ended up living in the same street of a little town called Blahsville. The Dark Lord Of Blah, The Lady Blah, and Lady Blah's humble servant George. With the three of them living there, there was no mistaking that Blahsville had become one of the most interesting towns in the world. Actually the entire world was fascinated. Journalists and photographers were disturbed by the stories they had heard. A man who apparently ate socks. And a crazy woman who threw cats at anyone and everyone who passed her by. The dark lord smiled, remembering a day when the three friends had spoken of such a time as if it was nothing more than a crazy fantasy. Little did they know that with time it would become nothing short of a reality. Now it was real, and as he walked towards his window and looked out he thought about that. He looked over at the scaffolding surrounding Lady Blah's house, and then at the scaffolding surrounding his own. It was hard to believe these two enormous castles had once been pocky little apartments, or even to believe that there had ever been any other houses in the street. The houses were so big there wasn't another in site for at least a few miles, which was where Lady Blah's humble servant George had moved to with her man wife. Life around the dark lord and the good lady had become too much for her. She still visited a lot of course but felt secure knowing she could run away whenever. "Oy! Lady Blah do you think you could make less noise over there? I'm trying to eat." The dark lord screamed out the window at her. "Shut up over there Dark lord of blah." Lady Blah screamed as she threw some cats in his direction. Thankfully none hit him, but he heard the sound of glass breaking and suddenly found himself no longer alone in the room. In front of him stood a big black menacing feline, like a panther. And it lurched back on its hind paws ready to attack. Slobs of blah dripped out of the side of the creature's mouth, and its eyes were cold and lifeless like those of a terminator's. Suddenly Lady Blah was there. Lady Blah's humble servant George was there. Lady Blah's humble servant George's man wife was there. And Smorky was there. All around them they could see blah monsters and blahdy flyers and monkeys and they knew that The Dark Lord Of Blah had carelessly left the dimensional portal unguarded and it was going out of control. Any second now they knew they would open their eyes and find themselves in a world unlike no other... they were about to be transported to the very funny, and very spooky, and very real Land Of Blah. To be continued...? |
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