A few days ago…
Jim David had needed to get some food for his roadtrip. So, he’d parked his RV, and went to a local supermarket to get some.
When he came back, he found that his RV wasn’t there. What was there was a note saying, “I O U 1 RV” with a symbol at the bottom of a red circle bisected by a red line with two squares over the circle.
“Well today is just an exceptionally shitty day,” he said.
“And it’s probably going to get even shittier for you.” A voice behind him said.
Jim turned to see what appeared to be a black and white clown behind him.
“W-who are you?” Jim asked.
“Why, I’m Laughing Jack! And you are?” Before Jim had a chance to answer, Jack said, “Oh, I know! Terrified! Now, my scared little friend, I need your help. I’m looking for someone, and I think you might be able to give me a hand.”
Jim, who until now had been paralyzed with fear, chose this moment to bolt, dropping his food but still holding the note. He risked a glance behind him to see the clown just standing there. He then looked in front of him…
…and saw some grey…thing in front of him. He didn’t really have much of a chance to figure out what it was when the thing jumped towards him and stuck its claws through his heart. The force of the jump knocked Jim (or rather Jim’s corpse) to the ground, with the creature still on top of him.
The note was still clenched in Jim’s dead hand.
Jack walked over to the corpse, and took the note from Jim’s corpse. He looked it over, and laughed.
“Hey, Rakey,” he said to the grey creature. “I’ve got a job for you.”
Now…
Jake NukeIt had stepped outside of the RV for only a few minutes. Just a few, he swears. And yet somehow, he comes back to find the RV…different. Before, it was a white/beige mix. Now, it was black, with a red stripe running across it.
“What…the…hell?” Jake asked.
Dorkpool popped out from behind the RV.
“Well, what do you think?” Dorkpool asked.
“Why does the RV look like that?”
“What? Like the A-Team van? Because it looks awesome!”
“Aren’t you supposed to be trying to be inconspicuous?” Jake asked.
“Well, this RV wasn’t exactly inconspicuous before.”
“How were you even able to do this so quickly?”
“Talent.”
Jake sighed. “Let’s just get back in the RV.”
“Right. To the Dorkmobile!”
“We’re not calling it that!”
As the two got in the RV, Dorkpool in the driver’s seat and Jake in the back, Jake reflected on the last few days. For the most part, it was a pretty smooth trip. No monsters coming to kill them, no weird things happening. Honestly, one could assume it was just a normal roadtrip. Well, normal being relative for the two of them.
It was the relative normalcy that was worrying Jake. Since he and Dorkpool reunited, things have been hectic. But now…nothing.
“Hey!” Dorkpool said, snapping Jake out of his thoughts. “I think we’re here!”
Jake looked out the window of the RV to see a sign saying, “WELCOME TO VINCULUX CITY.” Granted, the sign had been graffitied over, but one could still tell what the sign said.
“You know, this has been a very uneventful trip,” Dorkpool said.
“Yeah. I was thinking the same thing actually.”
There was a thump on the RV.
“What the hell?” Dorkpool asked.
Jake moved closer to a gun he had in the RV.
Another thump.
Jake grabbed the gun.
Then, with the violent sound of metal tearing, the back door to the RV was ripped opened, and a creature ran in. It was grey, had sharp teeth, big black eyes, and long claws.
“What the fuck is that?” Jake asked.
Dorkpool looked back, and said, “It’s the Rake. You should probably shoot him.”
The Rake ran towards Jake and Dorkpool, and Jake shot at the creature. The Rake staggered, but still came towards them. Dorkpool, noticing this, yelled, “Hang on!” and turned the vehicle as hard as he could.
The vehicle, which was on a highway overpass at that point, flipped off the road. It fell, and, to Jake, it seemed to be falling slowly, but maybe that was just his imagination.
Imagination was soon broken by reality as the RV hit the road, landing on its side, blocking traffic and causing crashes. Everyone inside the RV was thrown for a loop, and the Rake, the only one unprepared for what happened, was knocked around.
Dorkpool unbuckled himself from the driver’s seat, punched through the already incredibly cracked windshield, and climbed out with Jake close behind him.
As the two left the vehicle, Dorkpool asked, “Are you ok?”
Jake, who was pretty bloodied, said, “I think the better question is, is the Rake ok?”
Right then, the RV exploded.
“I’m gonna go with ‘no’.” Dorkpool said.
“Well,” Jake said. “Welcome to Vinculux City, I guess.”
“Welcome indeed,” a voice said behind Dorkpool and Jake.
The two turned to find a man standing in front of a motorcycle, dressed in brown and holding a crossbow.
“Who are you?” Jake asked.
“I’m Bandit. And you shouldn’t be here.”
TO BE CONTINUED…
Jim David had needed to get some food for his roadtrip. So, he’d parked his RV, and went to a local supermarket to get some.
When he came back, he found that his RV wasn’t there. What was there was a note saying, “I O U 1 RV” with a symbol at the bottom of a red circle bisected by a red line with two squares over the circle.
“Well today is just an exceptionally shitty day,” he said.
“And it’s probably going to get even shittier for you.” A voice behind him said.
Jim turned to see what appeared to be a black and white clown behind him.
“W-who are you?” Jim asked.
“Why, I’m Laughing Jack! And you are?” Before Jim had a chance to answer, Jack said, “Oh, I know! Terrified! Now, my scared little friend, I need your help. I’m looking for someone, and I think you might be able to give me a hand.”
Jim, who until now had been paralyzed with fear, chose this moment to bolt, dropping his food but still holding the note. He risked a glance behind him to see the clown just standing there. He then looked in front of him…
…and saw some grey…thing in front of him. He didn’t really have much of a chance to figure out what it was when the thing jumped towards him and stuck its claws through his heart. The force of the jump knocked Jim (or rather Jim’s corpse) to the ground, with the creature still on top of him.
The note was still clenched in Jim’s dead hand.
Jack walked over to the corpse, and took the note from Jim’s corpse. He looked it over, and laughed.
“Hey, Rakey,” he said to the grey creature. “I’ve got a job for you.”
Now…
Jake NukeIt had stepped outside of the RV for only a few minutes. Just a few, he swears. And yet somehow, he comes back to find the RV…different. Before, it was a white/beige mix. Now, it was black, with a red stripe running across it.
“What…the…hell?” Jake asked.
Dorkpool popped out from behind the RV.
“Well, what do you think?” Dorkpool asked.
“Why does the RV look like that?”
“What? Like the A-Team van? Because it looks awesome!”
“Aren’t you supposed to be trying to be inconspicuous?” Jake asked.
“Well, this RV wasn’t exactly inconspicuous before.”
“How were you even able to do this so quickly?”
“Talent.”
Jake sighed. “Let’s just get back in the RV.”
“Right. To the Dorkmobile!”
“We’re not calling it that!”
As the two got in the RV, Dorkpool in the driver’s seat and Jake in the back, Jake reflected on the last few days. For the most part, it was a pretty smooth trip. No monsters coming to kill them, no weird things happening. Honestly, one could assume it was just a normal roadtrip. Well, normal being relative for the two of them.
It was the relative normalcy that was worrying Jake. Since he and Dorkpool reunited, things have been hectic. But now…nothing.
“Hey!” Dorkpool said, snapping Jake out of his thoughts. “I think we’re here!”
Jake looked out the window of the RV to see a sign saying, “WELCOME TO VINCULUX CITY.” Granted, the sign had been graffitied over, but one could still tell what the sign said.
“You know, this has been a very uneventful trip,” Dorkpool said.
“Yeah. I was thinking the same thing actually.”
There was a thump on the RV.
“What the hell?” Dorkpool asked.
Jake moved closer to a gun he had in the RV.
Another thump.
Jake grabbed the gun.
Then, with the violent sound of metal tearing, the back door to the RV was ripped opened, and a creature ran in. It was grey, had sharp teeth, big black eyes, and long claws.
“What the fuck is that?” Jake asked.
Dorkpool looked back, and said, “It’s the Rake. You should probably shoot him.”
The Rake ran towards Jake and Dorkpool, and Jake shot at the creature. The Rake staggered, but still came towards them. Dorkpool, noticing this, yelled, “Hang on!” and turned the vehicle as hard as he could.
The vehicle, which was on a highway overpass at that point, flipped off the road. It fell, and, to Jake, it seemed to be falling slowly, but maybe that was just his imagination.
Imagination was soon broken by reality as the RV hit the road, landing on its side, blocking traffic and causing crashes. Everyone inside the RV was thrown for a loop, and the Rake, the only one unprepared for what happened, was knocked around.
Dorkpool unbuckled himself from the driver’s seat, punched through the already incredibly cracked windshield, and climbed out with Jake close behind him.
As the two left the vehicle, Dorkpool asked, “Are you ok?”
Jake, who was pretty bloodied, said, “I think the better question is, is the Rake ok?”
Right then, the RV exploded.
“I’m gonna go with ‘no’.” Dorkpool said.
“Well,” Jake said. “Welcome to Vinculux City, I guess.”
“Welcome indeed,” a voice said behind Dorkpool and Jake.
The two turned to find a man standing in front of a motorcycle, dressed in brown and holding a crossbow.
“Who are you?” Jake asked.
“I’m Bandit. And you shouldn’t be here.”
TO BE CONTINUED…