Enter...Scott!?
The Never Ending Quest - Episode 20596
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Somewhere near the outskirts of Westbury, not more than a few hours
away... Penda the pig farmer is happily mulling about his daily chores. Farming pigs is hard and tedious work with little profit (that is to say, no profit) to show for it at the end of the day, but pig farming is what Penda knows; it's what he's good at and so he has stuck with it...as had his father, and his father's father... For you see, Penda is stark raving mad.On this particular day, Penda is in an unusually cheery mood. Although the world outside may be plunging into turmoil both great and small, these things do not affect the humble "farmer". New Amazons, civil war, invading armies...personal hygiene; these words mean nothing to him at all. He has pigs to..."farm"... and voices in his head to silence, not to mention the occasional brain worm to pry out of his ear with some sort of long, jagged object. He doesn't have time for Zendaran politics or...combing his hair! Too much work to be done! Too many eyes watching him from around every corner! Today, luckily, there are no pestering brain worms or voices and Penda can focus his full attention on his..."work(?)". "High time for a break!" He wipes his brow as he says this, having toiled under the sun in a puddle of...something...for several hours. "Nothing like pig farming to work up a sweat and an appetite! But what shall I eat?" This always seems to be the pressing question. He was usually able to find some morsel or tidbit of food in his beard, but today he seemed to be short of any...A blinding flash of light followed by a thunderous roar interrupts Penda in the middle of his thoughts. He throws himself to the ground, weeping in terror and covering his head. An instant later all is calm again. "FREEDOM!!!!! FREEDOM FROM MY HELL!"Penda warily opens his eyes and looks to see where the voice is coming from. Not more than a few yards away there stands an average looking man accompanied by what appears to be two black and white striped, equine-like winged monsters. Zebroids. Penda doesn't recognize them as anything but monsters, but he knows instinctively to fear them. The man continues his jubilant shouting,"No more silver doors, no more staircases or lonely rooms! No more jellybeans or unextended links! I AM FREE FROM MY ENDLESS CYCLE OF HORROR AND DESPAIR!"The man's words echo through the countryside, as if he contains a hidden power not observable by the naked eye. He continues, "And now is the hour of my revenge! I am no longer a pawn caught up in the thoughtless schemes of the Authors! I am no longer a prisoner in a web of endless agony! I WILL live again...or my name isn't SCOTT!!" The man stretches his limbs and cracks his knuckles, as if he has been dormant for quite some time. As he is adjusting his neck he notices Penda, where he is cowering in the puddle."P-P-Puddle! NO! N-NOO! NOOO!!!" The man's body begins violently shaking and convulsing. One of the Zebroids rushes to his side and comforts him. "It's alright, it's alright." The monster says with a surprisingly soothing voice, "It's just a puddle, not the puddle."Scott (That's the man's name, you see) begins to calm, "You're right, I'm overreacting. But, that man!" He points at Penda, "Fetch him! He has a look in his eyes, I think he might be of some help!" The Zebroid raises an eyebrow, "Eh? That miserable looking stiff? Shouldn't we be tracking down The Seeker?""JUST DO WHAT I SAY! I think he may be able to assist us in that very undertaking...for you see, he has the look of one who has spoken with the Authors..." The Zebroids gasp, "AYE, SIR!" They say in unison as they descend upon poor Penda.Scott reaches into his pocket and pulls out an eye. He admires it for a minute or two, while Penda is being roughed up and shackled . " I must thank whoever this "Velus" is, and whoever the Author was who decided to send his eyeball into another dimension [18998]! The instability this small object's projection has created within the Multiverse has set us free!" He kisses the eyeball and puts it back in his pocket. "That, and good Meclandirian science..." He adds, "Now let's mess this place up and hunt us down an Author...Addventure, Game 3 style!" He bursts into evil laughter, "MWUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!"
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