For the thousands in attendence, and the millions watching around the world, Ladies and gentlemen...LLLLLLLLLET’S GET READY TO SUCK IIIIIIIT!...or not.

Well, in case you haven’t figured it out already, it’s yet another MST by your’s truly, in...

MAXIMUS THEATRE

We have reached #10. Now let me just bring up the fic............got it.

Let the games begin...

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[The scene: A well furbished apartment. Two lounges are set up in a V shape, with at least a doorways space between the ends, to face a large cabinet with a Wide-screen Digital TV opposite the front door. In a corner to the right of the TV, is a P.C., well equipped, I might add. It has state-of-the-art components like a 2Ghz Pentium 4 Processor, 40Gb Hard drive, Windows XP, Broadband internet access and stuff like that ... I think. Off to the left of the door is a kitchen. Around the place stand multiple doors leading to places men fear to tread, or couldn't be bothered going in. Either way, what lay beyond them is hidden in secrecy.]

Voice: [singing] dun..dun..dun...another one bites the dust...[normal] squishing spiders is fun.

Homer: I’m sure it is.

Voice: AAAAAAAGH!!!

Homer: Geez, you’re edgy, today.

Voice: Oh, shutup.

Homer: So...what hell are you going to put us through, today?

Voice: ...dunno...let me check. Take a seat. [sounds of rustling paper]

Homer:...ok, then...I’ll get a drink first.

Voice: [amidst the noise of ruffling paper] ...whatever...

[Homer goes to the kitchen, opens up the fridge and pulls out a couple of coke® cans]

[someone enters. Homer turns to the door and throws a can to the person standing just inside the doorway.]

Bohan: [catches can] Thanks. So...Mr. ‘Big Brother’-like person, what are we in for?

Voice: [rustling stops] I told you – I don’t know! I haven’t found one, yet.

Bohan: ...that’s stupid. If you want to put us through hell, the least you could do is be prompt about it.

Voice: (Homer Simpson) Oh, shut...up!

Bohan: ...no.

[Bohan sits on the left lounge]

Bohan: Hey, Homer. Better get another two cans, we’ll proably have company.

Homer: How can you tell?

Bohan: There’s always four people for these things.

Homer: ...oh yeah. [gets out two more cans, closes the fridge and takes a seat next to Bohan, closer to the TV]

...now we wait.

Voice: You’ll be waiting a while, this filing system is chaos.

Homer: I meant for the other two guys.

Voice: ...oh...shutup! [more rustling]

?:[from hall] You know, I really hate that guy?

?:[also from hallway] Who, Dim?

?: No, Damien.

?: Oh, right. I meant him. I just got their names mixed up.

[two guys enter]

Seth: How can you get their names mixed up?

Max: ...I dunno.

Homer: ...uhh, hello.

[Max and Seth stare at Homer and Bohan, shocked...a little]

Max: ...uhh, hi.

Bohan: ...uh...yeah, and you would be...

Seth: ...oh...I’m Seth, and this is Max. We’re friends of Dim...if you can call it that.

Homer: ...never heard of him, either.

Seth: ...never mind, then.

Bohan: Just take a seat, I’m sure we’ll get to know eachother, soon enough. Coke? [holds up a can]

Seth:...ok. Max?

Max: Sure, I could go for one of those.

[Homer passes Seth and Max a can each as they sit on the other couch]

Seth: Wonder what we’re in for, this time.

Bohan: Don’t know, guy up there [points to the ceiling] doesn’t have one, yet.

Voice: True...hold on...YES!

Homer: What, did you win Gold Lotto?

Voice: Yeah, I wish. No, I found one. It’s part 2 to something you’ve done before.

Max: Not PenPen Chronicles!

Voice: ...let me check...no, it’s something else.

Seth: Get on with it.

Voice: ...all right...

[The TV turns on and the fanfic begins as Max, Seth, Homer and Bohan open their cans]

[Today’s fanfic brought to you by the devil himself...Bill Gates...just kidding...he didn’t bring this to anybody...I did...moving on...]

> Warning: This is not standard Pokemon fanfiction. It contains scenes of

> violence and some inappropriate language.

Max: That’s what Pokémon Master 01 said...wait...IT’S NOT...

> *************************************************************************

Pokemon Master

Max: It is.

> Fanfiction by Ace Sanchez.

Homer: Better than the Ace of Spades.

Max: ...uhh, no, what?

Bohan: Don’t mind him, he’s a baka.

Max:...a what?

Homer: It’s a type of biscuit, isn’t it?

Bohan: ...no, you baka, it’s not!

Seth: So, it means ‘idiot’?

Bohan: How’d you guess?

Seth: He seems stupid enough to be one.

Homer:...uhh...yeah...

> All parts of this story may be found at the following address:

Homer: 69 Crap street, Bumtown.

Bohan: .........Shutup.

> http://www.users.bigpond.net.au/acey/pokemon.htm

> Note: Pokemon and its associated characters are copyright by Nintendo,

> Game Freak, Creatures Inc, and 4Kids Productions.

> *************************************************************************

Seth: Barbed wire fence.

> Part 2 - Reunions

Homer: Class of ‘79’.

> A slim figure covered by a long white hooded cloak kneeled as it studied

> the ground intently. Reaching down with a finger, it touched a

> rusty-coloured patch on the stony surface in between clumps of dead

> weeds. Then raising its fingertip to the opening of its hood, it licked

> its fingertip and smiled.

> "You're back. And so convenient too..."

Homer: (Homer S.) mmm, convenient.

> A deep, rumbling grunt from behind was the only answer.

[All burp]

> <><><>

> Slight waves rocked the small canoe as it drifted slowly northward down

> the river, bubbles gently lapping against the sides of the boat.

> A hazy mist hung about the waters and the sky was grey as an old sword.

Seth: ie. REALLY grey.

> In contrast to the sounds of the steady current all about them, the

> green forests on either side of the stream remained deathly silent.

Max: Possibly because the animals are dead.

Seth: or pokémon, in this case.

> Ash leaned back against the rear of the canoe and took the time to study

> the blue-cloaked woman sitting in front of him. She was unaware of his

> attention as she steered them steadily along with a long wooden pole.

Seth: That’s Misty, by the way.

Bohan: ...that’s who, now?

Max: You’d have to see the first one.

Bohan:...mmm, nah, couldn’t be bothered.

Max: I could’ve guessed that.

> He had recognised her instantly even before she offered her supposed

> name. After all this time, what was she doing here? What did she want

> with him? He squashed down the dark, forgotten feelings of resentment

> that threatened to spill over from inside and breathed in deeply.

Homer: (Ash) I hate her. Always nagging and nagging about her DAMN bike.

Bohan: Actually, she only did that for a few series.

Homer: [sighs] Once again, you’ve ruined my fun.

Bohan: And had a lot of fun, doing it.

Homer: ...yeah...

After

> adjusting the black hood that kept his face hidden within its shadows, he

> looked down at Pikachu, who seemed greatly fascinated by the canoe ride.

Homer: Pika-Sneeze!

[...]

Bohan: Why, the fudge, did you say that?

Homer: ...I dunno...[looks around to see the others staring at him]...[cringes] don’t hurt me.

Bohan: It’s tempting...

> Cheered up a little by his pokemon's obvious enjoyment, Ash sat up again

> and checked the bandage around his leg. The wound left from the sharp

> stone fragment had been deep but he was healing fast as always.

Seth: So by fast...you mean slow...okaaaay...

> "It will be night soon. Let us camp at the next bend of the river."

Homer: And who’s talking?

Seth: I think it’s Ash...could be wrong, though.

> Ash tightened his bandage more, welcoming the pain. "And you will tell me

> what it is that you want of me or why you are even here, Mistaria ...

> Misty."

Homer: ...oh...it was him. Ok, then.

Seth: See, told ya.

Bohan: ...why, we would’ve found out, anyway.

Seth: Well, I didn’t know, did I?

Bohan: ...meh.

> The blue-cloaked woman didn't turn to him as she continued to steer the

> boat. Minutes passed. He almost thought she hadn't heard his question

> before she suddenly threw her hood back to let her long red hair float in

> the breeze. She twisted slightly to regard him with somber eyes. "Let's

> not live in the past ... Ash."

Seth: Now who’s living in the past?

Homer: (Homer S.) You’re livin’ in the past, Misty, quit livin’ in the past!

> With her head unhooded, he could see more of her features. She had

> matured. Especially her beauty which had shown promise when they

> were younger, but was now in full bloom. In youth she had been pretty,

> most would say cute.

Max: Most, but not all.

Homer: I dunno, I thought she was kinda cute.

[everyone looks at Homer]

Homer: ...what?

But apparently cuteness had fled over the years and

> left adult splendour in its place. Sooty dark lashes were unblinking over

> her aqua eyes creating an alluring contrast with the pale skin of her

> face and darker hair. Pink-tinged lips were expressionless as strands of

> her hair fought the wind and partially obscured her face.

> However, overall, though much had changed, he knew he could never mistake

> her for another person. But one thing ate at him. There was a strange,

> different kind of familiarity with that beauty that seemed almost

> unnatural. Like for the few times the sun managed to squeeze out its

> golden light through the steel sky and upon her...

> He finally turned away to stare at the moving scenery of the forest.

> Pikachu noticed her and growled.

> "You haven't forgiven me have you?" she asked rhetorically, meaning

> either or both of them.

Max: (Ash) Your blows could’ve caused brain damage, but yeah, actually.

> He didn't answer.

> "But that's okay, since I haven't forgiven you either."

Homer: (Ash) It was just a stupid bike!!

> Anger welled, but was just as soon gone.

Homer: (Ash) Oh wait, that’s hunger. Can we stop at a McDonald’s for lunch.

Seth: (Misty) WE’RE NOT STOPPING FOR ANYTHING, OK?!

Homer: (Ash)...yes, ma’am.

> She began to say something else when the boat rocked dangerously

> to the left almost unbalancing her. Ash steadied himself with a hand on

> the edge of the boat, while his other hand grabbed Pikachu to stop him

> from falling into the river. A large wave splashed into the boat,

> drenching everyone in cold river water. Pikachu chattered angrily and

> powered up for a short instant, drying his black fur with dark energy.

Homer: ...Black?

Seth: Oh yeah, Pikachu’s black, now.

Bohan: ...why didn’t you tell us earlier?

Seth: Because you got up me for telling you about Misty!

Bohan: ...good point, I guess. Sorry.

Seth: meh.

> Ash rose up on his knees, while throwing his hood back to wipe the water

> out of his face and the hair from obstructing his vision. He narrowed his

> eyes in annoyance when he saw the long, spiny blue tail snaking along the

> water around them. He turned to the front of the boat and waited.

> A second later, the water at the head of the boat exploded upward into a

> fountain at least twenty feet tall. At the centre of the eruption, the

> head of a gyarados appeared, its angry, yellow eyes in narrow slits.

Seth: Its weird, mispronouncable name without a capital.

> puffed a cloud of hot steam from its dragon-like snout and screamed a

> high pitched animal cry as its long scaly body continued to rise out of

> the water. It began to lower its head to attack.

> "Pikachu ..." Ash began.

Homer: But was too lazy to finish.

> "Pi-ka!" His pokemon started to gather power into itself. Black sparks

> emitted from his cheeks.

Homer: Which could be red, but may not be.

> "Wait." Misty waved them off and Ash signalled Pikachu to stop. The

> gyarados snarled as it streaked down, its mouth open in an angry shower

> of sharp teeth.

Seth: It’s weird, mispronouncable name, once again, without a capital.

Misty's eyes began to glow a startling blue, an almost

> unholy light emanating from her pupils. The sound of the rushing waters

> seemed to fade into the background, into a still silence. The Gyarados

> froze, unmoving.

Seth: Probably shocked by the fact that the author finally gave its name a capital.

> Misty's eyes began to glow even brighter. Then she waved her hand in a

> quick gesture. Simultaneous with the movement of her arm, the large

> hostile pokemon dived back into the river. The light in Misty's eyes

> winked out and time seemed to flow as normal.

Bohan: As opposed to ‘standing still, resulting in us watching a still frame for twenty seconds’.

The sound of the rushing

> river came back.

> "A Water Master," Ash stated. "Just like you always wanted to be."

All: Go figure.

> Misty shrugged and replaced the blue hood of her cloak over her head.

> "You knew my dream," she said, as she continued to steer them down the

> river. Then added with a sarcastic smile, "Besides the dream that you

> would ever repay my bike."

Homer: (Ash) Damn it, when I promised you, I had no idea they would be so expensive. Besides...I don’t have an income, and my mom won’t buy it for me.

Bohan: (Misty, sarcastic) Then steal one.

Homer: (Ash) I can’t, I’m not that evil...I’ll get Team Rocket to do it...then again, maybe not.

BohaN: (Misty) Yeah. I want a replacement for my bike...this century.

> "Oh ... yeah."

Max: Well, he remembered...that’s gotta count for something, right?

Seth: Not if she reminded him...still, at least he didn’t deny it.

> <><><>

Homer: Dang, I missed the train.

> The moon's light was dim in the darkness of the night sky.

Seth: Wouldn’t the moon’s light be brighter at night?

Bohan: Not if it’s cloudy.

Seth: hmm, that’s a good point.

The camp fire

> crackled warmly in front of Ash as he stared at the orange and yellow

> flames eat away at the wood. Looking down as he unwrapped the

> bandage from his leg, he noticed in satisfaction that the wound had

> healed completely. Although, strangely he was still feeling a bit weak.

> Enough time had passed by now for him to have fully recovered. Maybe it

> was just stress. And the shadows knew just how stressed he was.

Homer: Which is why they quivered...oh wait, that’s because of the flames.

> A soft snoring came from Pikachu as he slept beside him, snuggled inside

> the opening of Ash's backpack. Ash looked down at him and a half-smile

> formed on his lips. Pikachu certainly deserved the rest after the day's

> effort.

Homer: It was there. That earns a rest, in my books.

Bohan: ...yes...

> On the opposite side of the camp fire, Misty removed her cloak and sat

> down. Ash watched her with slitted eyes as she took some blankets out

> of a travel pack then began writing in a small notebook which she took

> from one of the folds in her cloak.

> "So what is so important that you seeked me out of all people?

Seth: I think you there’s a comma missing, there.

Why are

> you even here?"

> Misty stopped writing and looked up at him. She blew a long strand of red

> hair out of her eyes with a tilt of her mouth. "Reconnaissance, mostly."

Max: Working for the military, now, are we?

> He should have known. "So you're just a spy," he said contemptuously.

> "For the Rebellion, I assume?" He wondered why he had never saw her

> before now and never even knew about her allegience. The answer to the

> inward question came as quickly as it was asked. She had been avoiding

> him obviously. And a good thing too.

> "That is correct," she replied curtly.

> "It's a pointless battle. There's no way you can win."

> Her eyes flashed, almost beginning to glow. "You certainly did not help

> matters."

Homer: (Misty) You and your stupid ‘Pokemon journey’.

> He shrugged, uncaring. "That was in the past."

> "What could have possibly made you decide to fight with the League?"

> He ignored the question.

Homer: I do that, sometimes.

Bohan: Why are you such an idiot?

Homer: I also like donuts.

Bohan: ...

> "So, again, what is this all about?"

> Misty was silent for a while, toying with a long lock of her hair. She

> stared at the fire. "You must have noticed the large amount of League

> activity in this area and to the east."

Seth: (Ash) ...nooo...

> "Yes, there has been more... disturbances... here than in other areas

> that I pass through."

> "Well, from the little intelligence reports

Homer: As opposed to big intelligence reports.

Bohan: Here’s an intelligence report: Homer has none!

Homer: I do so. I just left it at home.

Bohan: I rest my case.

Seth: I find the defendant, Homer, guilty of being stupid. Case dismissed.

that we've received, it seems

> that something is going down at the Cerulean City ruins and I've got to

> find out *what*. From the few Masters that we have on our side we have

> our own missions. This is mine."

Max: (Ash) And my ‘mission’ is to replace the commas that you drop, I take it?

> "And where do I fit into all of this?"

Max: (Ash) And please tell me it’s not to fix your grammar, for you!

> She played with a long lock of her red hair. "Well I have to admit I

> certainly didn't plan for meeting up with you. I just came across some of

> your ... handy work the night before.

Seth: (Ash) What are you implying?

I didn't even know or believe it

> was you until-" She cut herself off, looking uncomfortable. Finally she

> looked at him in the eyes. "Ash, you're the only one who knows how the

> League operates and who is actually not part of the League. You've been

> with them a long time. You have information that could be of great help.

> And I've seen your power. How you easily defeated the Master Pokemon of

> Rock. You've seen the world oppression caused by the League. Wouldn't

> that be one of the reasons you left them in the first place?"

Bohan: (Ash) Actually, one of them stole my hat and I wanted to pay ‘em back.

> So that was it. She just wanted to use him. Again. Inside, the dark

> feelings of resentment rose to a crescendo.

Homer: Whatever that is.

Outwardly, he showed nothing.

> His voice devoid of emotion, he shook his head. "Tomorrow we will split

> up and go our separate ways. I'm sorry but I can't be a part of this any

> more." Can't be a part of you, he added silently.

Seth: Without quotation marks, too.

Max: And not a comma in there, either.

> Misty shook her head. "Please don't let your personal feelings about me

> influence your decision. Think of all the suffering you could end." Her

> eyes seemed to moisten, but instead they began to glow a bright blue.

Homer: I’ve got a bad feeling.

Bohan: Probably indegestion.

Homer: ...no...it’s worse than that.

> "I'm sorry I have to do this, but it's for the good of this world."

> Ash startled, began to stand up. Then he shouted in pain as he felt his

> blood begin to boil. How could she have done it? As he bent over with the

> unbearable pain, a small cut on the inside of his lip broke open. He

> tasted the metallic taste of blood. Of course! He should have known that

> the kiss she gave him wasn't just for show. But she had caught him so

> off-guard, he couldn't have prevented it. But he should have. Stupid,

> stupid, he admonished himself. Never trust anyone! Especially, of all

> people, this woman!

Homer: I knew something bad was gonna happen.

Bohan: ...wow...a sign of intelligence.

Homer: Oh, shutup!

> Pikachu woke up and began to snarl, powering up to let loose a bolt of

> dark lightning at Misty who was still staring at Ash with her glowing

> blue eyes.

> "Did you happen to know that the human body is comprised of more than

> seventy-five percent water?" she asked in an apparent bored tone as her

> eyes abruptly returned to normal.

Max: I heard about it...why?

"And when that balance begins to

> change, it usually leads to death." She licked her lips. "Amazing what

> a drop of my blood can let me start when it gets within the bloodstream

> of a person." She noticed Pikachu's agitation and looked down at him.

> "If you kill me, your Master will die also."

[AUTHOR’S NOTE: The first time I read this fic, the circumstance was different (It was something in the bandage, rather than the kiss. Well, Ace said he edited some of his PM fics, but I thought he meant spelling and grammar errors and such...oh well]

Voice: ...where, the hedge, did that come from.

Bohan: What?

Voice: ...never mind.

> Pikachu stopped powering up, confused on what to do. Ash, his pain

> beginning to subside, sat up again and held him off with an upright hand.

> "I guess you've won this one." He was calm now. "So how long have I got?"

Seth: 24 hours. Tops.

> "About a week ... unless of course you convince me to remove my ...

> influence from your person."

Homer: (Ash) ANYTHING! JUST GET IT OUTTA ME!!!

> "And helping you do your job just might happen to convince you."

Bohan: (Frink) ehh, possibleh-“

> "I see you understand."

> He shook his head. "You've changed, Misty."

> "That's true." She smoothed her hair and looked down at the ring on her

> finger. "You just don't know how much."

Homer: She’s evil, I tell ya!

> <><><>

Homer: ...more evil than that!

> It was a foggy morning. Ash struggled to see as Misty lead their way east

> towards the Cerulean City ruins. Dead leaves and other foliage crackled

> underfoot as they walked at a slower than usual pace through the woods.

> Misty may be able to see through the white fog, water being her element,

> but he sure couldn't. It was hard for him to even make out the dark-blue

> of her cloak in front of him.

> "Chu!" Pikachu chattered angrily in Ash's ear as he rode on his shoulder.

> "It's okay, Pikachu," Ash said quietly, so as not to let Misty hear.

> "I'll find some way to deal with this ... this poison. It is water-based

> though, so there's nothing I can do for now, except to do whatever it is

> she wants."

Homer: (Ash) I just hope it doesn’t involve.

[WHACK!]

[Bohan hits Homer with a pillow (don’t ask).]

Seth: Is he like that, all the time?

Bohan: Unfortunately...yes.

> "Pikapi! Pi-pikachu..."

> "No, if you kill her, I'll die," Ash said grinning a little at the fierce

> loyalty of his friend. Then he turned his head to look at him with a

> serious face. "Besides I thought you liked Misty."

Homer: (Pikachu) No, she’s an evil b!#@#!

[everyone else stares at Homer]

Bohan: Pikachu can’t talk...IT’S MEOWTH, FROM TEAM ROCKET, IN DISGUISE! GET ‘IM!!

[everybody attacks Homer in an all out 3-on-1 brawl]

Voice: [clears throat loudly]

[everybody stops]

Seth: Oops, eheheh...sorry about that, Homer. Got a little carried away.

Max: Yeah, heheh. No hard feelings, eh? We didn’t mean it.

Homer: Meh...[to Bohan] What about you?

Bohan: ...nah, I enjoyed it. I always wanted to do that.

[SMACK!]

[Homer hits Bohan with a pillow]

Bohan: ...ow...I’ll let that one go.

Homer: Good.

> Pikachu's blue eyes moistened a little as he seemed to remember

> something. "Cha..."

> "Well I'm over it now, so you don't have to worry." He looked ahead

> searching for the dark-blue outline of Misty's cloak. It wasn't there.

> "Damn, where did she go?" he said aloud, speeding up his pace a little.

> The toe of his left boot caught on a fallen branch that he didn't see and

> he almost tripped over. Fortunately he was able to grasp the trunk of a

> nearby tree for support. Pikachu jumped back into the top of his

> backpack, but kept his head sticking out of the opening.

> "Misty!" he shouted, as he looked all around. The lack of visibility

> caused by the fog was terrible. He could barely see more than half a

> dozen meters in front of him before the scenery was swallowed by an

> all-encompassing white. "Misty!"

> For a moment it seemed like someone answered him. Ash concentrated on

> listening to it. It seemed like ... singing? He concentrated even more

> and could just make out some words.

Homer: A Pizza-Hut. A Pizza-Hut. Kentucky Fried Chicken and a Pizza-H-OUCH!

[Bohan hits Homer with a pillow (Pillow war, it seems...)]

Bohan [With a pillow to Homer’s head]: Don’t ever do that again.

Seth and Max: Yeah.

> "Shadow and sun, sun and shadow...

> Refraction of light, what shall form?"

> It was coming from the north. The melody was strangely, haunting and

> beautiful. And familiar. He couldn't tell whether the song itself was

> familiar or the voice of whoever sung it. Or both.

Seth: or neither!

> "Pikachu, you hear that?"

Homer: (Pikachu) Hear wha-(normal) OH NO! [hides behind the couch]

[Bohan lazily throws a pillow at him]

> "Pii."

> "Let's go see what it is," Ash said, his curiosity awakened. "And

> besides, I don't know where the heck we are anyway, so following it for

> now won't hurt anything."

Bohan: You don’t know that.

Max: And the lack of commas doesn’t help any.

> He stepped through the mist slowly, but surely, following the sound of

> the song. As he did so, he parted away low-lying branches from the trees

> and stepped carefully over shrubs and bushes and other forest vegetation

> lying on the ground.

> After a couple of minutes, and parting yet another set of low branches,

> the mist seemed to give way to a clearing and what looked like an old

> temple. It was fairly ancient, old enough to have survived through the

> Dark Wars and then some.

Max: The stock market crash, even.

> The clearing the temple was in the middle of appeared to favour the sun

Seth: And hated the moon...but didn’t have any weapons to blow it up with.

> as it streamed down, bright over the structure in contrast to the dreary

> thick fog behind him. The temple itself, although ancient looking, was

> fairly well preserved and beautiful in its own way with various

> multi-coloured stain-glassed windows and whitish marble walls. The

> double wooden doors in the front of it were wide open. It was also the

> source of the haunting song that had led him here.

Bohan: Ee-vann-ett-ni-ohhhhhhhhhdge.

Homer: (Otto) I’m off to join the navy! [runs...into the front door]

Voice: ...baka.

> Ash stepped forward into the clearing, feeling the warmth of the sun wash

> over him in waves.

Seth: (Ash) Misty must be around here – the sunlight’s wet!

He removed the hood of his cloak and combed the black

> hair of his head with his hand. With the other, he felt the sunlight in

> his palm. Although warm ... it was also strangely cold at the same time.

> Feelings of familiarity washed over him and he turned to narrow his eyes

> at the entrance to the temple.

> "Pika ... ?"

> "Yes, Pikachu, we're going in."

> As they approached the temple, the song continued.

> "Just as the shadow has many faces

> Mystery surrounds the storm."

> <><><>

> "Ash!" Misty called behind her. "Are you still with me?"

Seth: (James (Ash)) Yes! Yes I am!

Bohan: (Misty)...you’re not Ash, you’re...

Max: (Jesse) Hahahahah, prepare for trouble!

Seth: (James) and make it double.

Homer: (Meowth) Um...where’d she go?

Max: (Jesse) She disappeared. Where could she have gone!?!

Seth: (James) I don’t know, but this fog is thicker than pea soup!

Bohan: ...that reminds me, this is a pokemon fic, and there’s no sign of Team Rocket.

Seth: ...you know, come to think of it...I don’t think Team Rocket was in the first one, either...how odd.

Homer: (Meowth) It’s as odd as me.

Bohan: Alright, that’s enough.

Homer: ...yeah, I suppose. [sits back down]

> No one answered. She stopped walking and turned around. He wasn't there.

> Annoyed, she lifted her hand and repelled more of the fog to see further

> behind her. All that were revealed were more trees and foliage.

> She could hear some sort of melody. Someone singing. Faint. She began to

> run towards the source of its sound. Absent-mindedly, she dissolved the

> fog in front of her with an open hand. She should have known that walking

> through this forest without any disturbances was wishful thinking.

Homer: But she didn’t. And, do you know why?

Bohan: Because she’s as dumb as you?

Homer: Ye-wha-HEY!!!

> <><><>

Bohan: All those sharp edges, and nothing to stab Homer with.

Homer: (Homer (Homer (Homer...you get the idea))) WOOHOO!

[Bohan hits Homer with a pillow]

Homer: (as above) D’oh!

> Ash walked along the narrow hallway, quietly following the origin of the

> singing. He knew who it was now. Pikachu, riding on his shoulder,

> chattered desperately at him to turn back, but he continued onwards. He

> couldn't stop himself.

> Finally he reached the centre of the temple. The chapel. He stepped

> inside, past the open doors, and saw her.

> She was standing on the altar with her back turned towards him. It was

> her who was singing the song. On her slim body she wore an almost

> transparent white robe which fell past her long legs and down to her

> ankles, leaving her elegant feet bare. Long, straight blonde hair fell

> down her back and almost past her waist. Its colour was so golden it

> seemed to emit a light of its own.

Homer: (Homer S.) I see the light! IT BURNS!!!

> It was her. Pikachu was silent on his shoulder. But he could feel the fur

> of the electric mouse stiffen through his cloak.

> His danger senses exploded into action, but he stayed unmoving as the

> door to the chapel suddenly slammed shut with a bang and long chains of

> white light shot out from each corner of the room to wrap him and

> Pikachu up, tight and immobile.

All: ...WHAT THE F@#!?!!!

> More sunlight seemed to stream in through the roof of stained glass

> windows to fall all around the woman in front of him. She seemed to glow

> even brighter, as if the sunlight was indeed coming from her and not the

> roof. Her melodious voice continued to sing, haunted,

> "But together, what will become

> when that which has split become one?"

Homer: I’m really hating that song.

> She stopped singing and the room fell to silence. She lifted her arms

> above her head and from her feet, a white light began to drift upwards,

> but slowly as if it were smoke. When the light reached the top of her

> hands, it seemed to blink once then reform into a white material. First

> long white sleeves formed down her arms, then a hood around her head as

> the rest of the light fell downwards to morph into a long robe-like

> cloak. A Master's cloak of pure white. She dropped her arms in a sudden,

> quick motion.

> The newly cloaked woman turned around and removed her hood with one

> elegant hand. She tilted her head up and freed the hair from her neck

> to fall down her back. Then, looking down at him as he stood helplessly

> encased in long chains of light, she gave a half-smile. Brilliant blue

> eyes regarded him with a devilish twinkle in their depths.

> "Remember me, Ashura?"

Seth (annoyed): Oh, here we go with the ‘Ashura’ crap!

> Her voice was the same. Throaty, sensuous.

Homer: You mean she sounds like Barry White?

Bohan: ...actually, his name came to my mind, too.

> "Valdera," he acknowledged.

Bohan: Who, now? [looks at Seth]

Seth: ...don’t look at me, I’ve never heard of her!

> She looked him up and down. "Even more handsome than I remember."

> "And you. Still a beautiful bitch."

Bohan: Ooh, what language!

> She laughed at him. "I missed you, you know. We were good together. An

> unstoppable team. One complementing the other."

Seth: (Ash) “You are good, but I’m much better” is not a compliment.

> She stepped down off the altar and approached him, walking through the

> gold chains of light that held him from each corner as if they really

> were as insubstantial as they seemed. She stood in front of him and

> unmoved by the beauty of her face, Ash stared into her eyes, finding them

> doubly familiar for some unknown reason.

> She lifted a slim hand, and with a long fingernail, began to trace down

> his cheek. Ash repressed the urge to shiver.

> "Why don't you come back to the League with me? The empty spot in our bed

> has been empty for far too long ..."

Bohan: (Ash) What are you talking about? It’s always been empty – you sleep alone. You hate sleeping with someone else.

> She smiled. "And my pokemon. She

> misses both of you as well ..."

Seth: (Ash) So how old is it, now. 4 years? 5 years!

> Pikachu, trapped on his shoulder, made a small sound, but Ash silently

> ordered for him to stay still.

> Suddenly an explosion rocked the temple and the chapel doors were

> blown inwards off their hinges with a crash. Ash turned his head to find

> Misty striding in, her blue cloak giving off an icy-cold steam. Her hood

> was lowered and thrown back, her long red hair seeming to float behind

> her as if being blown by a strong wind. Eyes glowing as she accessed her

> power over the element of water, she lifted her right arm.

Max: (Ash) It isn’t what it looks like...wait, why am I explaining myself to you?

Seth: BOOM!

Max: (Ash) ...oh, right, to stop you from BLOWING ME UP!!!

> "Seadra! Ice Beam!" From behind her, a large shadow inhaled its breath

> and a split second later, a cold, vivid blue beam of energy shot forth,

> directly at Valdera. However, the intended target did a quick backflip

> towards the altar almost lazily, white cloak whipping about, and dodged

> the shot with ease. Instead, the beam hit the back wall of the chapel

> and exploded, sending shards of sparkling ice everywhere.

Homer: (Ash) Ow, my eye!

> Valdera smoothed her cloak down with her hands. "Pity." She yawned,

> covering her mouth with a hand. "An interruption."

Homer: It’s called an ad break.

[everybody throws a pillow at Homer]

> Ash concentrated, his eyes glowing golden, and dark shadows rose up from

> his feet to dissolve the chains of light which held him immobile. The

> light dissipated to nothing and he was free.

All (sarcastic): Yay.

> Misty looked at the white-cloaked figure more closely and the blue light

> in her eyes winked out in shock. "It's you!"

Bohan: (Agent K) He’s U, I’m K.

> Valdera squinted at her and began to laugh. She turned back to Ash. "So

> this really was the girl who left you all those years ago! How absolutely

> delightful!" She turned back to Misty. "Well you had your chance,

> Mistaria, now I'll be taking him back."

Homer: (Misty) Keep him.

Bohan: (Ash) Thanks, a lot!

> Misty's eyes began to glow again as she narrowed them. "You just try!

> Seadra, Blizzard!" The shadow behind her hovered into the light

> revealing a large blue, water pokemon with a dragon-like head and sharp

> spines protruding from its tail and shoulders.

Seth: ...doesn’t she hate him?

Max: Could hate her, too.

Seth: Oh, yeah.

> "SEA-DRA!" it roared as it began to form a cloud of blue energy above its

> head.

> Valdera smiled as she lifted her arm. "White Flare."

> As soon as she said the words, a pure white pikachu with glowing, green

> eyes dropped from the ceiling and seemed to explode in a burst of light.

> "PIKA!"

Bohan: Oh great. First a black Pikachu, now a white one. What next?

Homer: A grey one?

Bohan: [sigh] I had to ask...

> Ash and Misty covered their eyes from the blinding whiteness. When the

> light dissipated, Valdera and her white pikachu were nowhere to be seen.

> Instead a twelve-foot tall Machamp with four incredibly muscular arms

> stood on the altar.

Homer: 12 foot tall...that’s...that’s...

Bohan: Over three-and-a-half metres!

Homer: Really hooge!

Its torso and legs were rippling with pure strength

> as it stood there, a feral grin on its frog-like face. Its skin was a

> grey tone and it wore nothing save for a small, black loin-cloth.

Homer: Save?

Bohan: I think it’s the same as ‘except’

Homer: ...joh?

> Valdera's voice floated in the air, her tone slightly mocking. "Ashura,

> I'll be back for you later when we can be more alone. For now Machampross

> will keep you amused till then." She laughed and then her voice was gone.

Seth: A Master pokemon.

Bohan: How can you tell.

Seth: Well, the first one was a Golem, called Golemdor. This is a Machamp called Machampross.

Bohan: ...so?

Seth: ...I dunno, I just have a feeling it is one.

> Ash stepped backward towards Misty as the huge twelve-foot-tall,

> four-armed, fighting pokemon walked forward slowly. It growled at Ash and

> focused its bright red eyes on him. "I WILL TAKE REVENGE FOR MY FALLEN

> GOLEM BROTHER," it snarled. Then it looked at Misty and an appalling leer

> tilted its lips. "AND YOU WILL BE MINE."

Bohan: Since when does a pokemon talk. Apart from Meowth, of course.

Seth: Since Golemdor.

Bohan: huh?

Max: The first Master Pokemon (that we’ve seen, at least). It appeared in Pokemon Master number one. Obviously, since it’s also referring to Golemdor as a ‘brother’, it’s also a Master Pokemon.

Seth: I knew it was a Master Pokemon!

Bohan: ...whaddaya know?

> It leaped at her with its four arms out-stretched, growling like a dog.

Homer: Woof.

> Misty took a step back. "Seadra, Glacier Spear!"

> "SEA-DRA!" Her Seadra glowed a cold blue and shot a large spike of ice

> directly at the attacking pokemon. However, the oversized Machamp punched

> it away almost contemptuously and shattered it on the ground.

Bohan: Ouch.

> continued forward and was about to reach her, when a dark blur collided

> into its side so hard, it was knocked through the wall of the chapel

> and several more walls until it was smashed outside into the forest.

Seth: Ooh, that’s gotta hoit!

> Misty turned and saw Ash crouching in place of the Machamp, feet smoking.

> "I had it under control," she said forcefully.

> Ash lifted his arm. "Pikachu, to me!"

Seth: To me, my board, er, I mean Pikachu.

Max: Um, that joke’s been done. Corey said that when we watched the first one, remember.

Seth: Oh yeah.

As his pokemon leaped on to his

> shoulder, he turned to look at her. "Sorry, but I can't take any chances

> with the person who holds my life in her hands."

Homer: That’s true.

> He leaped through the hole in the wall and followed the trail of

> destruction left by the Machamp's exit to the outside.

Bohan: and what an exit it was.

Misty jumped after

> him, her blue cloak billowing behind her.

> Jumping to the forest floor through the hole left in the white, smoking

> marble of the temple outer-wall, Ash did a forward flip and landed low to

> the ground, his left hand braced for balance. Pikachu landed on all fours

> next to him, his jagged tail in the air and alert.

> Misty arrived on the ground behind him with her Seadra hovering over-head

> as Ash slowly rotated his field of vision. The fog, no longer affected by

> Valdera's power of light, was seeping back into the area. He had to find

> Machampross soon and end it before the visibility worsened even more. He

> noted the line of destroyed trees the Master Pokemon left in its flight.

Seth: That’s proof that it is a Master Pokemon

Bohan: ...indeed.

> Misty moved forward. "Careful," Ash warned her. "Master Pokemon are

> almost impossible to sense."

> "SEISMIC TOSS!"

> A tree trunk seemed to come out of nowhere.

Homer: (Shocked Driver after a crash)The tree came out and hit me!

Bohan: (Cop, discretely sarcastic) hmm...tree came out and hit you, mm-uh huh...

Ash, Pikachu and Misty leaped

> upward almost narrowly getting smashed by the huge rough wood thrown at

> them.

> Ash rotated backward in the air to alight on a tree branch above him

Homer: ...you mean he set fire to it?!!

> with Pikachu landing on his shoulder. Misty grasped on to the branch of

> an adjacent tree and swung herself up.

> The four-armed monstrosity jumped out of its hiding place behind one of

> the forest trees and ran, ape-like to leap on to the trunk of the branch

> Ash was standing on. It began to climb impossibly fast.

Both: Dropping commas all through that paragraph.

> "I DON'T CARE WHAT THE LIGHT MASTER SAID!" it rasped. "I'M GOING TO KILL

> YOU NOW!"

Homer: (Ash) You didn’t say ‘please’.

> Ash thrust himself off the branch and did a half twist to face the huge

> pokemon as he descended to the ground. "Pikachu!" His pokemon was settled

> into his hand. "Shadow Bolt!" He threw Pikachu straight at the climbing

> Machamp. In midair Pikachu began to glow black and electricity crackled

> as he began to form dark energy around his body.

Seth: That don’t sound good.

> The Machamp saw the attack and leaped away to a different tree.

Bohan: And crashed, head first, into it.

Pikachu

> exploded through, narrowly missing it, but cutting the tree the Machamp

> was climbing in half.

Max: Disintegrating a couple of commas, in its wake.

The top of the tree fell down with a crash.

> Ash landed on the ground, his cloak billowing behind him, and dodged as

> the Machamp leaped at him again. Its four arms were just a few feet shy

> from grabbing him.

> "Seadra! Impale it!" Misty shouted.

Bohan: Yarg!

Seth: Yeesh!

Max: Ouch!

Homer: Blarney!

[everybody looks at Homer]

Homer:...I’ll shutup, now

Voice: Good.

> "SEA-DRA!"

> From behind the Machamp, Misty's pokemon charged, its head lowered to

> skewer it through the spine. Shockingly more agile than it seemed, the

> Machamp flipped backwards, landing behind the seadra and grasped its

> body with its two lower arms. With its upper arms it began to bash the

> water pokemon's head in, with massive overhead swings. The seadra

> squealed in pain and Misty shouted in horror.

Bohan: And no capital!! How could you be so cruel?!!

> "Drop it!" Ash shouted as he jumped up and rotated into a flying spin

> kick striking the Machamp's head. After completing the spin, he used his

> other leg to propel himself away from it by pushing off its face. The

> attack was powerful enough to snap its head to the side and make it roar

> in agony. It dropped the seadra, and grasped its head in pain with its

> two upper arms.

Homer: (Machampross) ARGH, MY BRAINS!!!

> Misty's eyes flashed blue as she formed an ice-blade around her fist and

> leaped off the tree to the attack.

Bohan: ...ok...

The Machamp recovered from Ash's blow

> and grabbed her out of the air with one huge hand. It began to laugh in

> exultation then stopped and screamed in pain as she slashed through its

> wrist with a powerful swipe of her frosty ice-blade.

Seth: Bad move, pal.

> As she dropped, Misty did a back-flip away and landed safely on her feet.

> "Don't underestimate me," she said dangerously, as she ripped off the

> dismembered hand, which was still hanging around her waist and threw it

> on the ground behind her.

> "YOU BITCH!"

Homer: I don’t approve of that language, mister!

the Machamp roared as it held its wrist in agony, trying to

> stop the fast leakage of black blood. It grasped another nearby tree and

> broke it off by the base with its two free arms. "SEISMIC TOSS!" it

> shouted again as it threw it at her. Misty expelled a breath and

> desperately tried to jump away but the tree was moving much too fast.

> "Pikachu! Thunder Burn!" Ash shouted.

Homer: Gee, whiz. That’s like a “Fire Burn”, or a “Water Wet”...or a “Sun Shine”...

Bohan: Or a “Homer Say Something Incredibly Stupid”.

Homer: Shutup.

> A dark flash of lightning disintegrated the thrown tree into red

> ashes which harmlessly fell around Misty like snow flakes.

Homer: except red.

> Ash turned back to the giant Machamp but it was no longer there.

> "NOW YOU DIE!"

Max: Now you will die.

> From behind, two arms grabbed him like vices of steel and his back

> exploded in pain as he was flipped over and smashed into the ground

> with a huge overhead blow. Ash choked on blood as the Machamp began

> furiously hammering on his chest with as many functioning arms it had

> left.

Bohan: Which was all four, unfortunately.

A crater began to form on the hard earth behind his back as he

> was pushed in by the force of the blows.

> "I'LL MEGA-PUNCH YOU TO DEATH YOU MISERABLE TRAITOR!"

> Pikachu on the ground next to them, snarled and began to power up, but

> one of the Machamp's fists managed to knock him into the growing hole and

> he fell in.

Seth: into the hole...he was already in.

> Abruptly, the Machamp roared in pain and it stopped the beating. It stood

> up and ripped an ice spike from its back. It roared again as more spikes

> began to embed themselves into it. It turned around.

Max: and got a spike to the face.

> Misty's eyes were glowing bright, aura flaring, as icy steam drifted away

> from her hands which she had used to throw the spikes.

Bohan: As opposed to what, her feet?

> "YOU ANNOYING LITTLE GIRL! I WILL ENJOY RIPPING YOU APART!" it shouted.

> Then it leered and growled lecherously. "IN MORE WAYS THEN ONE!"

Homer: ...I get one way, but...how can he do it in another way?

Bohan: I’d say mentally, but he’s a fighting pokemon, not a psychic.

Seth: He could play mind games, but I don’t think they’d rip her mind apart.

Max: Me, neither.

It began

> to run, ape-like at her, on arms and legs. Misty stood her ground and

> desperately hoped that Ash was okay.

> All of a sudden, the ground beneath the Machamp's feet ruptured in a

> strong earthquake and it grunted in confusion and pain as it was

> knocked high up in the air by a powerful blast. Ash, in an explosion of

> dirt, rocks and other debris, erupted from the ground and flew up into

> the sky after it.

Seth: In the way that he jumped really high.

"Pikachu!" he shouted hoarsely. "Shadow Blade!"

All: ...Shadow what?

> Pikachu, hanging on to the back of Ash's cloak yelled in acknowledgment.

> "Pii!" He began to glow black propelled himself into the air above Ash,

> with a crack of thunder.

Bohan: and a comma in the wrong place.

Homer: Actually, it just doesn’t make sense.

Bohan: Actually...actually, you’re right.

> More dark energy formed around the black electric mouse

Seth: Being a black mouse that uses electricity, as opposed to a black mouse that runs on it.

and the air

> around it seemed to shift as it reformed itself into a black katana, the

> very darkness of the long blade seeming to absorb the light around it.

Bohan: ...ok...it’s...a blade, now...huh?

> Ash grabbed the hilt of the sword in both hands and met the Machamp in

> midair at the highest peak of their flight.

> "NOOOOOOO!" the Master Pokemon shouted in fear, seeing the blade of pure

> shadow. It desperately tried to twist away from him in the air but it was

> not to be.

Homer: It was to do.

Bohan: ...no.

Seth: It was to do without a comma.

Bohan: ...uhh...huh...

Ash grunted as he swung the Pokemon sword, cleaving it

> diagonally through the middle, causing black blood to explode everywhere.

> After the quick execution, he turned a flip and descended back to the

> ground, landing with a solid thump and forming a smoking crater with his

> feet.

Bohan: ...that’s a big thump!

The black blade hissed with steam as he balanced himself with one

> hand on the ground.

> A second later, the two halves of Machampross landed on either side of

> him along with several splashes of blood and other body fluids.

Homer: Reminds me of Frieza.

Seth: Who?

Homer: Oh, we watched some DBZ, a while ago...it was handy for when we went there, huh, Bohan?

Bohan: Yeah...I prefer watching it than living it, though – my back still hurts.

Homer: I hear that.

Ash stood

> upright and threw the sword into the air. With another crack of thunder,

> it reformed back into Pikachu, who landed on his shoulder.

Homer: (Ash) Ouch! Pikachu, You’re not a sword! Could you get that tail outta my shoulder!?

> Misty was standing in front of him, impassive. "I see it was not a

> mistake to force you onto my side."

Bohan: (Ash) You shoulda just asked. I would’ve helped you, anyway...if you offered me money, that is.

> Ash spat out some blood to the side then looked down at her. "It was a

> mistake ... you just don't know it yet." He dusted his cloak free of dirt

> and leaves. "You seemed to recognise Valdera. How do you know her?" he

> asked, morbidly curious.

> Misty looked away from him with a troubled look in her blue eyes. "She's

> my twin sister."

Homer: (Ash) Jeh-wha?!!

> *** End of Part 2

Seth: Of how many?

Voice: How, the hedge, should I know. I could barely find this one, in all this junk, how do you expect me to find the rest.

Seth: So there’s more.

Voice: I dunno, probably!

> _________________________________________________________________________

> POKEDEX

> _________________________________________________________________________

> SHADOW PIKACHU

> Type 1 - Shadow

> Type 2 - Electricity

> Attack : Shadow Bolt

> Type : Shadow / Electricity

> Pikachu gathers dark electricity around its body and becomes a deadly

> bolt of destructive energy.

Homer: Ooh, that’s not good.

> Attack : Thunder Burn

> Type : Fire / Electricity

> A powerful lightning attack with elements of fire making it possible to

> burn.

Bohan: Which it doesn’t need since thunder actually burns, anyway.

> Attack : Shadow Blade

> Type : Shadow / Electricity / Fighting

> Pikachu shape-shifts into a long black katana sword. Incredibly sharp

> and powerful. Thought to be an indestructible weapon.

Homer: But actually isn’t.

> _________________________________________________________________________

Bohan: What’s with that?

Seth: I dunno. I guess he wants to let everyone know the details about the moves he made up.

Bohan: In a pokedex?

Seth: Probably nowhere else to go.

Max: Except the Recycle Bin.

Seth: ...well, there’s that.

> Notes:

> Comments & Criticisms would be much appreciated!

Bohan: We’ll try to keep them as two separate things...but it won’t be easy.

> Ace Sanchez –

[the TV goes off]

Homer: Hey, I was watching that!

Voice: Don’t worry, it was only e-mail stuff. If you want to know, talk to me.

Homer: No, no. I’m cool.

[...]

Voice: ...um...your reviews?

Bohan: Wha...oh, right, that smeg. Well...it was...average. Not excellent, but not too crap, either.

Seth: Yeah. I think it was as good as the first one.

Voice: So, it sucked?

Seth: ...mmno, it wasn’t that bad.

Max: The Characters were sorta OOC, but not much. Misty seems evil...but, then again, she always was that bad in the show, huh?

Seth: ...I guess so.

Max: ...well, if it went fully according to the show, then it wouldn’t be fan fiction, now, would it?

Seth: ...yes, it would, if the storyline was different...speaking of which, it was a little bit interesting. I kinda got the story a bit easier, this time. Misty’s kiss turns out to be poison and Ash is forced to do what she wants him too, they get lost (lost, as usual) in the fog and wind up at a temple fighting a Master pokemon and a Light Master.

Max: Light Master?

Seth: I’m sorta piecing it together – Ash says that Misty is a Water Master because she can control water. Going by that, it’s obvious that the woman - called Valdera, I believe; is a Light Master, and Ash is a Shadow/Dark Master.

Max: Hmm...that is a good point, there.

Seth: Well, as I was saying, it’s got a bit of action. Deviousness, too. Good.

Bohan: Well, the story is well put together. A lot of grammar mistakes...although I can’t really be sure which one of us is wrong – Me or the author. Nevertheless, it was still better than one of the ones we did...I think it was by the same author, too. Oh well. Another one had about as many mistakes, but it got an award, so it’s not too bad.

Homer: Well, the only part I hated was getting hit on the head by Bohan, so many times, so I’m not one to comment.

Bohan: Darn right!

Voice: ...oh, that’ll do...

Bohan: One thing, if you want to feed us fanfics, at least be ready with ‘em when we get here, next time!

Voice: Oh, Shut the fudge up! Just go, already.

[Max, Seth, Homer and Bohan dispose of their empty coke^® cans and leave]

Voice: ...[sigh] I can’t find a thing in this dump. Who do they think they are?! I’m the one sendin’ them to hell, here!

My site: www.geocities.com/SSJ2GohanSupreme

The Board: maximusboard.proboards13.com

My e-mail: coramaximus@hotmail.com

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Emails : aceywacey@hotmail.com

WWW : http://www.users.bigpond.net.au/acey (He’s an Aussie, like me...and Dan and those guys at elmerstudios.com...we rule)

Note from ME: Well, it took me months, mostly due to me not working on it (mostly due to me not having anything to add to it), but I’ve finally completed another MST (WOOHOO). Any C&C can come to my email address, as stated above. Or go to my board (also stated above)...you can even MSN me using that email address. I’m on, most of the time...as SSJ Homer, mostly (Name sound familiar? ^_^).

CRSinclair

C. Sinclair – Author, and owner of

Coramaximus

and it’s concept.

> as it streamed down, bright over the structure in contrast to the dreary

> thick fog behind him. The temple itself, although ancient looking, was

> fairly well preserved and beautiful in its own way with various

> multi-coloured stain-glassed windows and whitish marble walls. The

> double wooden doors in the front of it were wide open. It was also the

> source of the haunting song that had led him here.

Bohan: Ee-vann-ett-ni-ohhhhhhhhhdge.

Homer: (Otto) I’m off to join the navy! [runs...into the front door]

Voice: ...baka.