Shadow scoured the room, looking for open doors. All of them were either chained with heavy locks or were unreachable, save for one directly across from the room's entrance. "Well, let's see what's behind door number one."

He popped open the door, taking note of a thread that was attached to the doorknob on the other side. That never meant anything good; Shadow was immediately alert to whatever might be coming... but felt relieved when all he saw what was probably the world's biggest jack-in-the-box in the middle of the next room. The thread had merely set its lever in motion, creating a very loud tune of "Pop goes the Weasel."

But then, 3/4 of the way through the song, the side opened rather than the top. And out of it came a massive extendo-glove. It moved to fast for Shadow to react; after plowing through the wall where the door was -- yes, the glove was that big -- it connected with Shadow and pushed him all the way back to the other side of the main room, shaking the whole temple as well as some of the area outside. It then retracted back into the box.

Shadow removed himself from his impression in the wall, shaking the stars out of his head. "Whoever put that there has a sick sense of humor..." he muttered. Then his elfish ears picked up on the same "Pop goes the Weasel" tune. "Oh no, here it comes again!"

This time Shadow was able to get out of the way; the glove did indeed fly out again, this time connecting with the wall and giving the temple another good rattle. It then flew back, and Shadow heard the tune repeating again. It seemed this jack-in-the-box was made to repeat the punching process when it was started.

He suddenly felt sorry for anyone who was about to come through the entrance to the main room.

Continuing on, Nick heard the melody and, instead of moving out of the way, he let the glove hit him. There was an unusually large cloud of dust that dissipated to reveal that the swordsman was not only alright, but that the glove was completely destroyed.
"Cute." was all he said

"...You must be made out of diamond or something." Shadow said, awestruck. He was going to say Nick was made out of stone, but the glove blew through the stone wall like a knife through hot butter, so that wouldn't work.

He noticed that a piece of paper had fallen out of the glove when it had exploded. He picked it up and read it.

"POW goes the Weasel."

Shadow promptly crumpled the note and threw it away.

"Naaah, I just used my energy to fortify my body." Smirking, he walked into the now-destroyed doorway

[10 seconds ago]

Lord Utility was confused as he felt someone's thoughts bounce off his telepathy-proof skull. There were also a lot of walls bouncing off his wall-proof skin, which looked especially strange. Normally walls at least shatter before they start flying around the room.

He glanced around to see a Jack in the Box throwing his fist at Nick. That poor guy will be pummeled to death if the glove hits him.

Lord Utility shot a laser out of his eye that vaporized the glove just before it could hit Nick. So just before that no one even noticed.

"You're welcome," he said.

This post has been edited by SteveT: May 22 2008, 08:06 PM

The instant Mark saw that shadow was all too eager to lead the way, he went ahead and let him. After letting him kill the spider-Mark hated spiders-and letting him open the first door-which turned out to be a trap-He thought he might continue letting Shadow lead. It was wise to learn from one's mistakes, but wiser to let others make the mistake for you.

Of course, he had jumped aside the second he saw that there was a jack-in-the box in the room rather than something more fitting, Like a skeleton or something. He had seen too many movies-or played too many games-or read too many books-he couldn't decide which-to trust anything in a dungeon did what you thought it did. Granted, he expected it to explode, but at least the glove did, eventually.

Standing up and dusting himself off, he said, "Alright, I heard something about a gnome and a dragon, but none of you said we'd be facing the Joker!"

At least the glove had killed another one of those gold spiders. Mark pocketed the medal and thought he heard some sort of fanfare.

Rubbing his hand. Nick only smirked. Meh, I'll let him think that. he thought as he continud through the next doorway into the courtyard

Like all of Hyrule's Temples, the forest temple had been designed by a peculiar sect of insane architects. Convinced that the only true way to worship the goddesses was through spending hours hopelessly tracking through their shrines, pushing a button here, moving a massive stone block there, and constantly being stopped by auto locking doors, they dedicated their lives to making the temples needlessly complicated to move around in. They did feel that it was immoral to create a temple where no one could meet the goddesses in the sacred inner precint, though, so various shady acolytes were dispatched to live in the temples, roaming from room to room returning them to their original states, so that all might have the chance to complete the puzzles that would allow them to progress through the buildings. The forest temple was the work of one particular master of the sect, who had discovered a system of locking lifts based on different coloured lights, then murdered his four younger sisters and bound their souls to the temple, forcing them to continually hide the lights when anyone entered.

Showsni hummed to himself as he trailed at the back of the group.

"Half a pound of tupenny rice and half a pound of treacle..."

"Hmmm, that reminds me. I should churn some butter when I get home."

"I won't ask," the axe said. It was funny because of the innuendo it implied. So that's why he said it.

"obviously, that's not what I meant. Besides, I've got a wife for that job." he said and laughed a bit

Mark followed Nick into the courtyard when suddenly a deku baba appeared, and engaged him in turn-based combat.

Mark attacked, unaware that he was commentating the match, and adding the sound effects of his attacks, and also humming along to the battle music.

*Preemptive Strike*

"Mark->Attack->Sword->Deku Baba."
[Horizontal Slice]
*SSSSSSSHING!*
"120_hp damage."

"Deku Baba->Attack->Head->Mark."
[Bite]
*CHOMP*
"80_hp damage."

"Mark->Skill->Spin Attack->All."
[Charging...]

"Deku Baba->Attack->head->Mark."
[Head-butt]
*Miss*

"Mark->Skill"
[Spin Attack]
*SSSSWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSHHHHH!*
"Critical Hit!"
"500_hp damage"

*Enemy Defeated*(he now started humming victory music)
"Got 2500_exp."
"Got 001 Rupee(s)"
"Get Item: Deku Nuts."

Mark sighed as he finished, "Man, I love it when they do turn-based combat!"

This post has been edited by CID Farwin: May 23 2008, 02:51 PM

'Riiiight...." he said, catching the projectile that an octorok shot at him. "Even though they're just slow in their attacks."

An 8 year old minority boy stepped out of the shadows.

"Wow!" said Mervin. "That was so cool! Thank you for saving me from that octorok. I'm going to think about this while I'm churning butter at home."

Then he noticed that the octorok was still alive, and worse, it might have been looking at him.

Melvin started running wildy around the room, his arms flailing so fast (yet so poorly animated) that it looked like he had six. Despite all the running, his ridiculous blue hair didn't move at all. "Help! HEEEEEELP!!!!"

This post has been edited by SteveT: May 25 2008, 09:58 PM

The axe glared contemptuously with his nonexistent eyes at the minority boy. "Ignore that child! We have more important things to do!"

"Yeah, leaving anyone whose in danger isn't my thing." Nick said and threw the object back at the Octorok, killing it instantly

"Wow!" said Mervin. "How'd you ever get to be so awesome?"

"I exercise regularly, eat healthily and never forgot how important a person's life is." He then smirked. "It also helps that I'm part alien."

"If I had a cell phone, and then if I had hands with fingers to dial the numbers, then I'd totally be calling the men in black to pick you up," the axe grumbled unhappily.

"Pffft! I've saved their asses too many times!"

"Wow!" said Melvin. "This is so great! I've never met an alien before? What planet are you from! How far away is it?

"Do....DO YOU EAT PEOPLE?"

Mervin started running around the room again, a single bead of sweat hanging from his forehead. "There's an alien and it wants to eat MEEEEEEEEEEE!"

This post has been edited by SteveT: May 26 2008, 09:41 PM

"Well, actually, I'm only part alien. The planet was destroyed a few decades ago, so I really don't know anything about it. And I save people when they need it, not eat them. I'm no cannibal."

Melvin was still running around. "He blew up his planet with his alien powers and is (hopefully successfully) fighting his alien urge to eat us all!!!!!"

This post has been edited by SteveT: May 26 2008, 08:19 PM

"Jez..... It was destroyed before I was even born! Why would I destroy an entire planet, anyway?"

"To get super-powers, obviously!"

"But i was born with these powers. Besides, I have no idea what that planet even looked like."

"My guess? It was round," the axe answered bitterly. "And it wouldn't be cannibalism for an alien to eat a human."

"So if you were born with super-powers, why did you blow up your planet to get them? That just seems selfish.

"Think of all the poor bunnies that died for your murderous greed!"

Mervin was STILL running around.

"I meant the color scheme and the water-to-land ratio. And I'm part-human, so it would be for me. So for the last time, I didn't do it!! My grandfather left before that planet was destroyed."

This post has been edited by Gabe Puratekuta: May 26 2008, 09:43 PM

Lord Utility coughed. A small hurricane destroyed a nearby town.

"Well, friends, let me assure you that I would never resort to eating human flesh. I could simply behead a goose with mind-bullets, and pull them down from the air so quickly that the friction would cook them. We'd have enough food for a week." He paused, and held a hand to his ear.

"Did I hear someone say 'Wow, Lord Utility, how'd you get so cool?' Of course I did, because someone asked me that very question.

"Well," he said. "Long ago, while I was exploring some ruins in Ur'Almon, I came across a shrine. Naturally, I smashed the clay idol on the alter. As it happened, a djin appeared. 'You have saved me!' he said. 'To express my gratitude, I will grant you any power you wish for.'

"Now, I've never been a greedy or picky man, so I told the djin, 'Just give me whatever is convenient.'

"The djin said, 'Very well.' and now I have whatever power is convenient."

It was a great origin.

This post has been edited by SteveT: May 26 2008, 09:48 PM