| Issue # 1 |
| Premier / In The Year 1999... |
| The Adventures of Deacon Troll |
| In the year 1999, deep in the middle of Mexico, the quiet night is disturbed. With a loud CRACK the ground is ripped open. A dark figure emerged followed by three colorful others. The figures surveyed their surroundings. Far off lights of civilization illuminated the east. The first figure motioned to the lights and the other three followed. The four figures speed across the desert unaware of the evil that pursued them so very close behind... * * * Deacon Troll was the first to emerge into the light of the street lamp of the town. He was followed immediately by three colorful creatures. "Master, where are we to go? We have never been to the surface before," rasped the purple creature, the shortest of the three followers. "I have a contact on the surface. He will aide us in our escape. Trust me, Kurt," replied the troll. Deacon surveyed his surroundings. "We must travel farther north." "Master," interrupted the yellow creature, "we would work much more efficiently if we knew where we were going and whom we were going to." "Burt, trust me. Have I ever misled you before?" asked the troll. "No master. It's just that we are all of us a little on edge. We have never been to the surface before," replied the orange creature. "Neither have I, Murt. But, as you can see, I'm not at all troubled by this. All I am trying to do is figure out who it was that is after us. There are some things that I know that you are best not knowing. All I can tell you is that his name is Bored Erpa. Trust me." The troll continued onward. The three furry creatures, still confused, followed. The streets were deserted and the street lamps cast eerie shadows along the ground. The moon grew higher as the odd party trudged onward. Eventually the group passed through the small town, reentering the desert. The group grew tired and the troll halted to rest. The three followed the example of the troll. Moments passed slowly. Suddenly the three creatures gasped in unison and looked at each other. "What is it?" questioned Deacon. "We are being followed," the creatures spoke as one. "Three are out there. We are surrounded." "Your slaves are commendable," came a voice out of the darkness. "We are not easily discovered." "They are not my slaves!" the troll called out. "Show yourself!" "If you must insist," the voice replied. Three figures came out of the darkness surrounding them. The first to appear was a rather comical cyborg with four arms and a dirty baseball cap. The second, a tall hour glass shaped creature with long legs and the third, a snakelike creature with many legs and huge teeth. The first was obviously the one that was talking. "What is it exactly that you want?" the troll asked. "As a matter of fact," the cyborg replied, "we want you..." The three furry creatures lunged at the newcomers. An antenna protruded out of the cyborg and there was a great wave of light. When the light disappeared the three creatures were lying on the ground unconscious. "As you can see," began the cyborg, "you are powerless to stop us." The tall creature grabbed the troll and slung him over his shoulder. "Where are you taking me?" screamed the troll. "Our master Dizz Trawyer will be very pleased when we bring you to him," said the cyborg. "Who is Dizz Trawyer?" To Be Continued... |
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