Investigating...

[indolikaa]

The wind whips up the ashes, twisting and turning them in the still-hot atmosphere of a once-thriving metropolis. Devastation lays everywhere. The once-happy sounds of joy and jocularity gone. It is as if the Gods chose to kill a housefly snacking on fresh horse feces with a grand piano dropped from a 30-story building. It is not pretty.

The horses and their horseman stop to gaze upon the ruined wasteland...

Indolikaa: So this is where one of my surplus nuclear weapons went.

Selonia: It would appear as such.

Indolikaa: What the hell happened?

Selonia: You didn't know?

Indolikaa: I wasn't here. I've been out of contact for awhile.

Selonia: You've been drinking again, haven't you.

Indolikaa: (Smacks Selonia upside the head) Not for 5 straight months.

Selonia: Things are different now. There have been many eliminted in the Great Purge. As it should be. There was a cancer here, and the tumors had to be exorcised. There were many casualties.

Indolikaa: So who survived?

Selonia: Many have. They choose not to partake anymore. The Great One has declared this to be a poisoned land, and many do not dare to walk upon it's honored grounds anymore.

Indolikaa: (Takes his Blackjack out and smashes it into Selonia's knee)

Selonia: Hey! What the hell is wrong with you numbnuts?!

Indolikaa: That's more like it. You're reverent monologue was rubbing my ass wrong.

(Silence)

Selonia: So what are you going to do about it?

Indolikaa: Nothing. There's nothing that can be done.

Selonia: Nothing at all?

Indolikaa: The Great One, as you so reverently referred to him, finally took the only action possible after a long and fruitless attempt to bring civility and order. When you do not repsect the wishes of your host, you're going to get a cattleprod shoved up your ass. Plain and simple.

Selonia: We should try something.

Indolikaa: Yes, we should. But before we do so, we must consider the situation carefully. Our world has been sterilized. Those who chose not to follow the rules and respect the Elders were removed.

Selonia: What you propose might not meet the standards that have now been established.

Indolikaa: Then we must consult the Great One. Only He can reassure us that our presence will not cause further problems.

Selonia: You're going to talk to Baldrick?

Indolikaa: Baldrick? What the hell does Baldrick have to do with anything!

Selonia: (Waves his arm towards the devastation beyond) Baldrick did this. You're looking at what is left of the Off-Topic forum.

(Silence, execpt for a sole cricket chirping in the background)

Indolikaa: (Unholsters his Desert Eagle and disintigrates the cricket)

Selonia: Nice shot.

Indolikaa: Thanks. (Reholsters) I must consult my advisors. The staff at Snowflake University was successfully evacuated?

Selonia: Most were. A couple were not.

Indolikaa: Then let us continue on our way. And for the love of all things holy, let's find a feed store. That is the last time I let you convince me it's OK for the horses to eat Mexican food. I swear if Bandit breaks wind one more time...

Selonia: No shit.

Indolikaa: That's debatable. I haven't checked, and I don't want to. Bandit! Forward-ho!


To Be Continued...

[MackemX]

any sex in the next part?