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One Halloween, High Mage Robert looked at his friends and said "I've been asked to do a favor, and need your help." The three high mages looked at each other in confusion. What could they do that he could not do himself? "This task, who is it for?" one started to ask, but then stopped abruptly as a smile came across his face. Robert was now holding his most prized invention. "Hey guys!" said the talking bong.

*** 10 minutes later ***

"We're going to do what?!?" asked the same mage, as he tried to hold back a fit of coughing. "Yeah, man ... how ... what ... woah, this is hard." said another. Robert looked at the third mage hoping for any suggestions, but he was just staring at the wall, seemingly not even in this world.

"I want to go trick-or-treating, but I don't have any feet!" exclaimed Bong, smoke lingering around him. "I must have feet, and Robert thinks you can help!" The mage staring at the wall suddenly jumped up and exclaimed "I know where to get some! We just have to find Euphonix's manor.."

That evening Robert came back with a very large group of what seemed to be priests in tow. Each of them looked nervous, their smiles forced and their glances uncomfortable. All eyes were on Bong. That is, until Robert came out of his lab carrying a small wooden box and a pair of feet. While Bong's eyes never left the feet, everyone else was staring at what was in Robert's other hand.

*** 20 minutes later ***

"OK Bong, these priests are going to perform some healing acts which should attach your feet for tonight and tonight only. I hope you're ready!" said Robert. He looked enthusiastically at the priests, well the four priests that were left. The rest had gone running off to the Grunting Boar Inn for a 'late-night snack'. A scowl crossed his face as he mumbled something about "priests" and "self control", but then he smiled and motioned for the high priests of Thalos and Xevior to begin.

After some time the ceremony was finished, and Bong was ready to take his first steps. He stood nervously, learning to balance on two feet rather than his circular base. He moved the first foot forward, then the second. All of a sudden an ear-piercing "WHEEEEEE" was reverberating throughout the house, and Bong was running laps around the room. "Well, I know one way to celebrate!" said one priest, and Robert gave him a knowing wink."

Later that night, Bong was happily running down the streets of Antharia with a bag full of candy. Suddenly, four guards came around the corner and shouted for him to halt. "You're coming with us!" said the largest of the High Guards of Antharia, and the others just rubbed their hands together in greedy anticipation.

*** 30 minutes later ***

Bong woke up to find himself covered in ash and sitting in a prison cell. Confused, he asked the guard what was going on. "Your going to be executed for high crimes, but I can help you get out of here." "What do I have to do?" replied the paraphernalia. "Well, you see..." began the stoned guard as he unlocked the door.

The next thing Bong knew, he was in Hell. He vaguely remembered being dropped when Brad the Warden came to give the guard his paycheck. Standing before him now was the High Priest of Hell, with an evil grin on his face. He had a bowl of "I Scream" in one hand, and something green in the other. "Trick or Treat?" he said with a mischievous wink. Bong let out a long groan and promised himself he'd never want for appendages again!