Strange, Justin
12-2-06
Language Arts/ 3rd
“May I take your order?”
The typical words Karl would say each and every day. I guess you could call it a routine. Karl was a Cashier at the local Burger Stop. He never really said much to anyone, was always in his own fantasy world. But Karl always thought of it to be better making a bad thing fun then making a bad thing horrible.
It was a typical day at the Burger Stop, no one there. So Karl decided to enter his fantasy world. Here he could make anything happen. Karl could be a chivalrous knight, or a rich bachelor. This particular day Karl decided that he wanted to go on a stroll. As he started to walk along the path two purple pixies flew across the path, but not all was normal, the pixies were on fire. The shrieks of the burning Pixies was unbearable, Karl dreamt up a gigantic broad sword and ended their poor, poor lives. You see, this was not a normal thing in Karl’s world, usually the Pixies would gracefully fly and play, not fly around on fire… Something was up. Karl had to go check up on the Pixie City. When he arrived at the cities gates, not all was well. Everything had been torched. The Pixie City had been demolished. But who could have done this? The only one that can control Karl’s dream world is him. Just as he pondered this thought something flew by over head. It was a Slither, these fowl beasts composed of one leg, one arm, and an extremely fat body was only thought to wonder in the death planes, which Karl had obliterated long ago.
All dead thoughts go to the graveyard, so it looks like that was his first stop to make sure no dead thoughts are leaking. He teleported himself to the decollate island known as the graveyard. Upon arrival he was immediately thrown into combat, as a Wretch attacked him. This was not a challenge for Karl, of course, because Karl was an expert at fire magic, which Wretches could not stand. Karl sent the Wretch spiraling to the ground when a fireball...