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"Billy, I expect you will not disgrace your uniform," Fred said. "We are
ambassadors to this new world, and it is our duty to conduct ourselves
accordingly." "Fuck you, el-tee!" Billy roared. "I should've known you were one of the rules and regulations types! I'm sick of listening to your orders! I'm sick of the jungle, sick of the goddamn gooks, sick of you! Here, in this world, I'm not just an Army sergeant - I'm Three-Billy the Hero, dinosaur slayer, a free human being! I'm gonna go party and that's that!" With a final glare Billy stormed out of the tent. "Oh my," Aimonn said. "Has he always been like that?" "No, not really," Fred said. "He's always been a calm, friendly person, a hard worker. Saved my life a couple of times. Frankly, I'm at a loss here." "It's the dragonstaint," Aimonn said. "He's tasted the dragon's blood, hasn't he?" "What? Well... he was talking about it. And there was a lot of dragon blood and meat raining down. You don't suppose?" "Yes," Aimonn nodded. "Even the smallest drop on the face can cause dragonstaint. A short temper and extreme libidinousness mark the early stages. From there... well, let's just say that few of the ones who suffer dragonstaint live long enough to be banished. They kill themselves, often destroying entire villages in the process. I fear we may be in great danger, One-Bar." "You say its not always lethal?" Fred asked, hearing laughter outside. Through a flap in the tent he could see Billy throwing a village girl over each shoulder and spinning around until they all fell into a laughing, squirming heap of limbs. "And is there any cure?" "A mermaid's kiss. A chimaera's blood. Three freshly spun webs from a silver spider," Aimonn said bleakly. "A grim prospect indeed, to try to gather all these items before Three-Stripe can destroy our village. Was this too part of prophecy? Perhaps Daedarius would've known..."
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