in Michigan
July 28th, 2006
Prologue
“Master, Master, we must find our ship, we must set it sail!” said a raspy high-pitched voice from behind a crumbling stalagmite. It was a goblin-like creature who said this, and he was called “Frawg.” He had bluish-purpled skin, and a yellowed eye that gave him a hypnotized gaze.
Then his master spoke, “I almost hate to admit it, but, you are clearly correct!” he looked around then spoke again. “We shall set off our ship, there is but one Karr left. We will then leave for somewhere we may have a chance of assembling an army of every species or semi-species of any despicable creature ever in existence!” “Also, I’ve one other plan if all fails, one I shall need a tremendous allotment of help from you, Frawg.”
“Master, I am pleased to help you, but how shall we do this?”
“Quiet!” “Okay, for now all I need is for you to send and scout for me our vessel. “Ha! Not a soul knows what has happened over the years, their little hero shall be dead, just as last time!” The one called master then burst into a rapturous laughter.
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