I was a small child of around 8 or so, and my mother wanted to smuggle me to school, as I evidentally wouldn't be allowed to go otherwise.
In order to hide the fact, we painted a bunch of barrels which were behind the house, on a cliff overhanging the beach, yellow. We then put them in the sea to make our heighbors, on the other side of it, to think that my mother, a murderer, was trying to escape.
Then we went down the beach to her ex-husband's house, and me him on the way. He looked rather like Bowser, although his skin might've been more of a grey. Entering his castle, he wanted to kill me at first. A group of dwarves, spinning stones on strings, came up and tried to kill me, but their stones just bounced off.
A young guard named Michal tried to bash into me with a boulder, but, inexplicably, he just bounced back off, quite forcibly and getting injured in the process. Later, Michal again tried to kill me, trying to knock me into the pit in the room with his pitchfork, but I grabbed onto the rope bridge. Slowly climbing back up, the ex-husband knocked Michal into the pit and then everyone left to go pick him up from the beach, which the pit emptied to.
Posted by Trevor Savage at October 27, 2003 11:36 AM