A random sequel is seen! This will probably have 4 chapters.Read Solek's story first, cuz its awesome. I think the link is in my sig. If it's not, i'll put it here.
Part 2: The Quest for the Epic Battle (and the destruction of the majority of earth in the process)
So lord Solek, master of awesome, was very upset. The stupid leech had just escaped imminent extermination due to that weirdo Frezon. And that bugged Solek. A lot. But luckily, Frezon was of busy watching Dr. Who, so Solek had a chance to right what had happened.
“Ok guys, here’s the plan,” Solek announced to his team of Carapar, Weapon, the recently revived Kirop, and newcomer Osram, the avowed Avenger against insanity, as well as Insanity Inc., the leech’s new media conglomerate, “We have to go back in time and stop the leech before he becomes the menace he is now. We’ll have to execute a brilliant plan to steal a time machine, make sure Frezon stays out of the way, and figure out how to break causality so we don’t create the leech’s rise in the first place. Any questions?”
“Yeah, just a few,” Osram replied, standing up and polishing his anti-crazy gun, “First, where is this time machine? Second, when are we going? And third, who the heck is Frezon?”
Kirop jumped up and waved his hand in the air. He alone had been given the details to the existence of the omnipresent author, Frezon. “Frezon’s this really tall guy with massive biceps, six pack abs, and a killer personality. He writes most of the comedies we’re in, but he doesn’t like Solek, so we have to be sneaky and write our own comedy to get around him. Luckily, he plays a lot of Minecraft, so he’s easily distracted by hissing noises.”
“What’s an author?” asked Carapar, apparently gaining a plethora of speaking skills since the last installment, “And what was all that about time travel? All I know about that is that they did it in Lost and my brain exploded.”
“Relax everyone, my plan is perfect.” Solek said, smoothing his perfect hair down. “Now, Kirop was complete right for once. If Frezon gets any idea of what we are doing, he’ll shut down this comedy. Now, both fortunately and unfortunately, Frezon has been watching lots of Doctor Who lately, so he has a Time Machine stored in his brain. All we have to do is invade his cerebrum, steal the time machine, Put it through this imaginary machine called the realtor, then escape through it into the past, when the leech was in college…”
Meanwhile, 15 years earlier, one S. Leech was having a blast at his dorm’s weekly kegger of light. Unfortunately for the majority of the shadow leeches on campus, light was toxic in quantities, so chugging bottle after bottle wasn’t a good idea when the light would cause them to disintegrate into little smears on the tiling. And that would have been the fate of our main antagonist, if he hadn’t been the nerdiest shadow leech on campus. We’re talking full on suspenders, inch thick glasses, star trek action figures, the works. So, naturally, he was thrown out of the party in a flash.
“Well, that worked out nicely,” said Leech, as he pulled out the wallets he had just stolen from the shadow leeches who had thrown him out of the party. Now, with his funds considerably higher, Leech had a plan: to put on the most insane party that the Kraata Institute of Social Sciences had ever seen! And nothing, not even time traveling warrior robots from the future with a vendetta to fulfill would stop him!
Edited by Frezon, Nov 10 2015 - 01:33 PM.