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Page 1: One Adventure Ends, Another Begins!


It lies before you: the most beautiful expanse of meadow that you've ever seen. You look around and you can see a Disco not far from where you're standing. It would appear that  the beat don't stop in there and its customers are boogieing all night and all day. You begin to walk towards it, drawn by the soothing thump of the bass drum seeping from the doorway. Look over there, is that a young John Travolta? At your feet, you see an 8-track tape. You stoop down and pick it up. Then, from out of nowhere, Travolta sucker-punches you. Ouch. Right in the kidney.
You have a pleasant dream. Oh, wait, that was the dream. Yeah, you're very awake now and you realize that you are in an unfamiliar bed. Come to think of it, you're upside-down in a trash can, somehow. As you gradually come-to and pull yourself from your stinky bed, you can clearly see that you are in the alley behind your neighbors' house. You begin to ponder your recent dream.You can't pull a clear meaning from it no matter how hard you squint your eyes and try to look like you're thinking. As a child, you always wanted to be a professional disco dancer, but that dream was gone. Thinking of this makes you sad. As you reach into your pocket to get a handkerchief, you find a big clumsy plastic cartridge. It's the 8-track from your dream! So it must have been real... You examine the 8-track. It's an album by Lipps, inc titled Funkytown.

"Funkyland," you think to yourself. "To me... paradise."

It never occurs to you that the name of the song is Funkytown. You probably have some kind of learning disability. Either that,or cancer.
You begin to get the feeling that you're being watched. You're startled to look up and see and huge archaic-looking structure looming over your head. It's at least as tall as your neighbor's house, but you don't remember ever seeing this in their backyard before now. You stop to examine it...
Wait... is that... nah, there's no way... but it does sorta look... it must be...

...is that a Fargate?

What do you do?


If you enter the Fargate to see if it leads you back to Funkyland turn to page 2.


If you don't enter the Fargate because you're afraid of getting the crap beaten out of you again by John Travolta turn to page 3.
If you don't like these answers and would rather do something else write your own friggin story.


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