Octarine Haze

It was a dark and stormy night. Well actually it wasn't so dark anymore, or night. And I guess it wasn't "stormy" either, maybe just really humid now. But it was a dark and stormy night about 2 hours ago, just nothing interesting really happened till after that and "It was an overcast soggy morning" just doesn't have the same appeal.......anyways, I was in silent contemplation before my morning constitutional. A soft octarine glow was in the air.

Octarine I should explain is the fabled eighth colour, the colour of magic. Unseen by the average eye, that being because the average eye consists of rods and cones that are used to see. Mages develop the addition of octagons, thus expanding their colour spectrum to include octarine. It is best described as a greenish-yellowish purple colour......you kinda gotta see it to understand......anyways, back to the story.

Through the octarine haze I foresaw a lone adventurer, an old friend, Will approaching the AMPS door. I instinctively reached for my sword to rush there, knowing full well the door was monitored by the insidious penguin mafia, and that all those daring enough to oppose their wickedness and join our ranks would not do so unmolested (get your mind out of the gutter (sicko)). But I also was aware the my friend is no fool. He had himself decked out in crusader garb, and carrying a crusader helmet. I casually began a leisurely walk down the 8 flights of stairs to the front door.

In the mean time 8 mob penguins had surrounded Will. He calmly donned his helmet and drew his sword. The penguins believing they had the edge by superior numbers wore a mephistophelian grin as they began their attack. Alas, today was not their day, fore Will possessed an element you wont find on any periodic table, an element that gives such an edge even the gods themselves fear it. That element is surprise, and Will possessed this element because of a cheap toaster he had inconspicuously implanted into his crusader helmet. This element revealed itself as a piece of toast ricocheted of a mob penguins forehead. The surprise barely had time to sink in to the penguins insidious mind before Wills sword had time to sink in to his chest, which was even more surprising to the soon to be lifeless penguin. Three more penguins fell before the mob regained its wits. The three penguins to the left marshaled an attack. It is hard to understand till it happens to you, just how distracting a piece of toast bouncing off your head in the middle of a battle can be. But it is mush less disconcerting than your head bouncing off your shoulders in the middle of a battle can be, like the three attacking penguins found out straight away.

I opened the door to welcome my friend. He presented me with the final attackers still beating heart. "May Boris smile upon thee" he said handing me the heart upon entering our HQ. "May the Great Jick smile upon thee!" I replied, smugly watching the last penguins heartless corpse fall to the ground lifeless.

It was a bright, clear, fortuitous day.