Munkee TPCG bronze Posts: 168 (2/19/02 10:29:30 pm) Reply Chronology (Part I) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chronology Prologue I Space-time is one of the most amazingly mind-numbingly amazing things that exist in this amazingly amazing world. Right up there with Canada and rap music. The mere mentioning of alternate dimensions and time-travel can confuse even the most amazingly amazing cockroach. Anyway, this story involves amazingly confusingly amazing stuff that will amaze and confuse you. Kinda like this intro. *** Prologue II Joe was a scientist. He was like any scientist, messing with nature. And, like most cliché movies, he was due for a major accident. Because that’s what scientists do. “I need more green bubbly liquids and science coats!” He ordered, loudly and scientist like. “We have too much blue and red bubbly liquid to counter act the green!” He looked at the vials for a moment. They began to bubble over the edge and dissolve the table in mere seconds. After watching floor dissolve for a moment, Joe got bored. “Let’s go rip open the space-time continuum.” His assistant sighed. “Again?” *** Chapter I TPCG The Perfect Chaos Gang sat around the living room in an amazingly amazing way that would amaze even the most amazing toaster impersonator in the amazingly amazing world. Seven, Mike, Anony, SonKnuck, Riochet, Munkee, Jacko, Lil, and Edge. David lurked behind the couch in a lurking type fashion. Everybody knew he was there, but it was one of those things you just don’t talk about. Like Canada, and rap music. “I like oxygen!” Munkee blurted out. In couple minutes he was tossed on the ground and gagged. It was quiet and peaceful again. They enjoyed it for moment. Birds chirped outside happily. The only sound was a quiet whirl of the CD on the Dreamcast. The TV was mute. The couches were comfortable. Life was good. Then a big space-time portal ripped open and swallowed them all. (No offense to Canada or cockroaches. Seriously.) Author Comment Munkee TPCG bronze Posts: 171 (2/20/02 10:42:06 pm) Reply Chronology (Part II) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 2 Lil Lil’s head felt like it had swollen to around five times it’s normal size, soaked in vinegar and then shoved in a small goldfish bowl. One with a lot of holes, as she could breath fine. And without all the water in it. Hell, screw the analogy. She had a headache, a bad one. She felt like a brick. She wondered if in fact she really was a brick and just imagined everything else. Some poked her in the side. She remembered a bunch of rabbits that terrorized Munkee’s brick pile in his room. She mumbled something about ‘damn rabbits’ and ‘get out of my tree house’. Around that time voice began to radiate in her eardrums, allowing her to sense the vibrations in the air molecules around her and pick up the amazing phenomenon know as sound. Something bricks are not commonly known for finding. “What is it?” More poking, she was about to punt that damn rabbit. “I think it’s a UFO.” “What makes you think that?” “Well, it looks like one.” “No it doesn’t.” “Do you know what a UFO looks like?” More poking, and Lil chomped down on something with her teeth. An action that most bricks can’t perform without a lot of effort. “Well, no.” “Then how do you know?” “Well, UFO generally fly, but this is laying on the couch, gnawing on my arm.” “It looks like Lil to me.” “Lil? Now you’re being ridiculous.” Lil slowly peeked open her eyes now that her head felt like it wasn’t in a fishbowl any more. She could see three people, immediately recognized as SonKnuck, Seven, and Riochet. Seven: “Lil’s been dead for years now. Besides, this looks nothing like Lil.” SonKnuck: “Yeah, and Lil wouldn’t eat me like this either. Slowly, Lil unclasped her jaw from SonKnuck’s arm. Lil: “… where’s Edge?” SonKnuck and Seven looked at Lil confusedly. Riochet sighed and left. SonKnuck: “Edge… Edge… where have I heard that name before?” Seven: “Hmm…. Oh! It was that crazy bloke that came her a couple hours ago, mumbled something about the Moogle Cavern and left.” SonKnuck: “Oh! Quite right. This calls for tea, crumpets, and pasteurized cheddar.” Seven: “Bloody right.” Lil watched them leave, scratching her head for a moment. Her head suddenly hurt again. She had to remind herself to check a calendar incase it was April Fools Day. She got up in a way almost but not totally unlike a brick. *** Lil: “Moogle cavern… find Edge.” Lil opened the door to the TPCG mobile, getting in to find it amazingly clean and lacking the general Riochet fur and propaganda. Suddenly realizing she didn’t have a key for this vehicle and that cars usually need a key to move. Considering that she actually needed to go somewhere and not just sit around in the van acting she was cruising down the highway, Lil tried to find the keys. Around that time, something screamed in her ear. Riochet: “It’s about time!!!” Lil screamed and jumped out the door. Actually, more like through it, as she never turned the doorknob. She armed herself with the nearest blunt object that she could lay her hands on. Riochet: “Woah! Woah!” Riochet stopped and held up his hands. Riochet: “Look out! I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just waiting for you.” Lil: “… why… why aren’t you talking in a weird accent?” Riochet: “Cuz’ I’m as lost as you are. I suddenly popped up here a week ago.” Lil: “So you fell through the portal too?” Riochet: “Yeah, Edge did too. He showed up a couple days ago. We decided to split up. He was going to the Moogle Cavern to find people. We were gonna met up once something important happened.” Lil: “Good idea…” Lil laid down her blunt object, an oddly placed banana. Thankfully, Riochet was deadly allergic to bananas. Lil: “So you have the keys right?” Riochet: “… keys?” Lil smacked herself in the head, something that would hurt if she wasn’t a brick. Which was actually what she wasn’t. And her headache still wasn’t gone. Munkee TPCG bronze Posts: 175 (2/25/02 9:13:00 pm) Reply Chronology (Part III) -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 3 Munkee “AHH!!!!” Munkee couldn’t see a thing as he tumbled forward. Everything was a blur and he was curled into the smallest ball he could get. With a painfully smack he hit some solid surface and stopped rolling. He peeked open an eye-lid just in time to see the space-time rip close. It was deathly quiet; Munkee didn’t dare unroll himself in fear of some rabid weird dimensional animals gnawing his toes off. Because if there was anything he knew rabid creatures liked more than N*Sync. it was toes. ????: “Hey… are… are you alright?” Munkee opened an eye fully now, looking up at whoever it was. It was some scientist girl, human, with long blonde hair and a pair of bifocals low on her nose brow. In a second he sprung up. Munkee: “Yeah! I’m cool! I’m good.” He flashed a crooked smile, dusting himself off. In between thinking how short he was compared to her and wondering where he was, he got a brief look around. They were in some laboratory, freakishly clean floors and walls, vials everywhere. Science chick: “Are you sure? You came in fast, and hard.” Munkee: “Yeah.” *He hit his head a couple of times* “Hard as a rock.” The scientist looked at him for a while before approaching the area where the portal once was. Science girl: “I wonder… a opening in the space time continuum… blows my mind… How’d you…?” When she turned around Munkee was gone. “Do that?” *** Munkee: “What’s going on? Where am I? How do I get home? Why am I asking myself these questions? Do I expect an answer I don’t already know? Why do I--?” He was cut off, completely dumbfounded. His mouth dropped faster than Riochet’s intelligence. A complete wave of infinity hit him like a bulldozer with a couple tons of dynamite strapped to the front. Space. A window just in front of him showed it. Space: Stars stretching into infinity. He felt a sudden wave of insignificance. He was on a spaceship. While trying his best to stifle his panic, Munkee began to run over everything he knew about space. 1) It was big 2) There is a lot of space between stars 3) Space is freakin’ huge! 4) It’s where people go in the future 5) It’s amazingly big 6) Full of space slugs with a taste for Kerosene. 7) No oxygen 8) People die in space 9) Amazingly, mind-blowingly gigantic 10) Some people die of asphyxiation in space. Munkee suddenly realized he was a moron and none of this would help. ??????: “Hey! Are you just gonna stand there like a moron, or are you gonna feed me now?” Munkee’s train of thought snapped, a relatively easy thing to do because at this point he had forgotten all about space and was thinking about transforming into a giant mutant slug with laser eyes which he would shine into other people’s eyes and blind them. He turned around, slanting an eyebrow at whoever was talking to him. Which just happened to be at this point, a gray furred, talking monkey with blue hair in a lab cage. Talking monkey: “Oh wait… you’re not the feeder. In fact… I don’t think you belong on this ship…” Munkee gave him a stupid looking look for a moment before trying to play off that he was really a weird anamorphic creature that just did a cannonball out of a space-time hole a couple minutes ago. Munkee: “How do you know that? Maybe I’m just new here.” He was a bad liar. Monkey: “Well, for one thing, you’re a weird anamorphic creature that just did a cannonball out of a space-time hole a couple minutes ago…” Munkee: “Oh… you saw that huh?” Monkey: “Kinda hard to miss.” Munkee: “So why’d you still think I was your feeder?” Monkey: *Shrug* “Hungry and hopeful?” Munkee: “Oh…” Now this was awkward… Munkee never really practiced his, ‘what to say to talking creatures in a alternate dimension far far from home’ skills. His eyes wondered until he got to a sign just under the monkey. Genus: Talc-tu-much-us Species: Monkey Name: Munkee He was about to say something around the line of “I’m not a monkey!” when he realized the sign must be about the monkey and not a weirdly placed sign about himself. He opened his mouth for a few minutes before words came out. Munkee: “So… your name’s ‘Munkee’ eh?” Munkee(the one in the cage): “Yeah.” The echidna known as Munkee: “Well then…” Munkee the monkey: “What’s yours?” The echidna looked at the sign dumbfounded for moment. Before he spoke, using a name he hadn’t used in years. Munkee: “Id…. Id Yiddeli” There was a pause for a moment before the monkey spoke. Munkee: “Cool. Wanna break me out and go steal some food from the cafeteria? I can show you around the ship.” Id: “S—sure.” Munkee: “Great… I got the key—“ He was interrupted when the echidna took a chair and snapped off the cage lock with it. Munkee: “…. That works.” Chapter 4 Kulock One thing that never changes in all the infinite reaches of alternate reality in a little creature named Kulock. In every single dimension in the world, Kulock exists. He’s always the same Moogle, always running a large gathering in his home, the Moogle Cavern. While the members of the Moogle Cavern changes and the reason for their gathering varies from video games to funny-looking shoes to bugs to British Cricket. Nevertheless, Kulock is the exact same insane moogle. And at this moment he was just sitting down for some of this universe’s favorite past time (intense insurance brochure reading), when a large, rather inconvenient hole in the space-time continuum opened and sucked his chair from underneath him. Without really being given time to ponder these events, a frantic fox rushed in. Edge: “Ku—woah! Another one!?” Kulock: “Who are you!? What the bloody hell is going on here!?” Edge: “Uhm… I’m Edge… friend of another you in another world. Can I use this?” Edge motioned to the portal. Kulock slanted an eyebrow then shrugged. Kulock: “I guess so. It’s not really mine. If you could get my chair for me too, that would be great.” Edge: “Uh… sure…” Edge went to the portal and was about to enter when he thought of something. Edge: “Hey! If you see a shortish insanish red hedgehog, direct him this way for me, please.” Kulock: “Sure… okay.” And then Edge disappeared, leaving Kulock to his thoughts. Like, why did that fox seem so familiar? Like he had seen him years ago… Furthermore, where did he get that chair? He forgot, but he didn’t remember buying it…