Keep on Goin', Soren's Story

Written by Soren the Hard-of-Hearing Scribe on September 17th, 2009

The Chia III reached the Urgur's stronghold two days before the final battle was due to start. The seven of us were tense with worry and fear. All except for Olaf, that is.

"So, if the Urgur can teleport anywhere they want at a moment's notice, and can kill with but a thought, why do they have a stronghold?" he asked.

"I don't know," I said.

"I think its a lack of thinking on the writer's part," Olaf said.

I didn't know what he was talking about, so I silently let him continue.

"I mean, sometimes, a writer will come up with a brilliant plot, but then create some-pumped-up uber-villians that no longer fit the environments thta the plot calls for. SO, the writer will simply leave the plot as it is, and will ignore the fact that it no longers entirely fits. I think that's what happened here with our writer,"

I decided to not let him continue.

"What ARE you talking about?" I asked.

"Come on! If you can't keep up, then what's the point in talking to me?" Olaf asked.

I agreed. I turned and walked the other way.

To be continued...