Igor's Tale

by Tim Prost ©2004

Igor placed one foot on the creaking steps that led up to the laboratory of the reclusive Dr. Rafael Vilasuso. He shunned at the thought of taking another step. "Master must be very busy not to come down and check the answering machine." Igor could hear the high pitched electrical hum of Octa-Digicka. Igor thought about the last time he disturbed Dr. Vill during the feeding of "Octa", he still had the bruises; and the memories of being locked away in the closet with a candle, a cross and a book on Neuro-networks. Igor shuttered in deep fear. No, Igor would not disturb Dr.Vill any more than he already was. Instead he would watch the lab from the east and wait for the heat of Octa-Digicka to shimmer in the setting sun to the west. "Then master will awake after his blood transfusion to gaze upon the world once more." Igor then hid in the shadows just as his master had taught him...

Tales of the Underworld

by Tim Prost, and Rafael Vilasuso ©2007

Psychosis walks into the Safe House Pub and heard the afternoon hum of joyful patrons, who are relieved to suck down ale on this hot summer day. Psychosis was looking for Arcfury, who was supposed to be finishing up a new talisman item, that he should of had a week ago... He spotted Arcfury's silhouette in the dark corner, where the underworld decided the fate of the unwary. Arcfury sat huddled over something below the settled layer of blue smoke that cloaked his shenanigans.

"He better be putting on the final curses on my new talisman", Psychosis thought. As Psychosis approached, Arcfury seemed not to notice as he concentrated on his hand that was in his pint of ale.

"What do you think you are doing Arc?"

Arcfury said nothing as he pulled his hand from out of his pint, and popped an ale drowned fairy into his mouth.

"Well what do you have to say for yourself?"


"Ah, the delicacies one enjoys while relaxing", says Arc, "Aye, join me for an ale old friend? ...

Ok, ok, I know you have come hoping that your talisman is finished, but you see it will take me a little more time."

As Arcfury glances past the fading blue smoke. "It has taken a bit to acquire the proper components, one in particular is taking a while to extract. The minion I dispatched a couple of weeks ago has yet to arrive, and I am starting to suspect the zombifying spell I placed on my enslaved little sprite is wearing off, if it is lost then I will have to head to that far off place myself."

Arcfury, noticing that this pale story is not appeasing Psych, decides to distract the poor fellow by having his raven fly off the rafters with great speed, land on Psych's head, and proceed to rapidly peck at his temple.

Arc yells, "away bird, away!", "Oh Psych, were could that black bird have come from. Hey let me buy you an ale, and here take this bread and wipe off that wound."

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