White Toast hurried to the scene of the raid. | | |Cheese Mage
followed after him, both afraid of the sight that\_|_/they knew
must be waiting for them. They arrived. Spamlings__|_________lay
everywhere, with the distinctive forks of the _/ _ \TOE
buried in their bodies. There were a very few / /_| _/|who
were merely wounded, and these were taken off|\____________/ |to
be treated. White Toast looked sadly upon the| |
dead Spamlings and then left. Cheese Mage | X /
cleared the bodies from the field for burial \____/_____\____/in a
properly decorated tin. Poor Spamlings, he _/ | | \_thought
sadly. They weren't good fighters, maybe, but /| | | |\brave,
and disciplined and nice. He would miss them.. he |/|\ hurried
off to make sure White Toast wouldn't be doing something foolish.
White Toast would certainly feel to blame for the whole mess..
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When (*********)\_|_/Cheese Mage arrived in White Toast's
quarters, l**O*O**l |White Toast had already hung up his hat and
fork on a/l*******l\ |hook. He had just begun covering himself in
black. -/ l*******l \-|Despite Cheese Mage's protests, he insisted
that a /| | | |\|very good way to get rid of a movement was
to kill the_|_ _|_ |leader, and a very good way to kill the
leader was ^ ^ |to sneak into his house and off him in the
wee hours of the morning. White Toast set out.
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White Toast crept along the hardened ground, keeping well /| |
out of the sight of any guards who might happen by. After | |___|
some time, he reached the huge wall of the outside of the | | |
stronghold of the TOE. He threw his rope (the end of which | |__|_
was covered by a jam specially designed to make such things| | |
hold fast) up to the top of the wall and began to climb. It| |_|__
took a while, naturally, but eventually he made it all the | | |
way up. He snuck along passageways and through rooms, in a | |___|
search for the whereabouts of Burned Toast. Strapped to his| | |
back was a rounded spamling fork...one could not exactly <-->|__|_
say that his actions were the result of cool, rational |oo|| |
thought, rather than revenge.. White Toast searched the /|**||_|__
odd maze of a castle in which Burned Toast lived, until || |___|
he came upon him in an ersatz throne room lined with -------------
huge pillars of jam and a nasty little butterdog, called Manteiga
or sometime Mantequilla, who was being petted...
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To use a /..^*&%#\regrettable cliche- meanwhile, back at the
castle- |_.^*&%#| Ketoth's, to be precise, Pikat was more than a
little /| - - |\vexed. So much of her time was used to keep a
balance | | _ | |of things, and Nemoth had thrown that off
like last| \___/ |year's fashions to a felix sapiens. Her drive
to see __|__|---|__|__ Nemoth pay was nothing like White Toast's,
being \ \___/ /fed by neither revenge or a sense of justice
or even/| | | |\her own marked dislike for the green-skinned
god- | \ | | / |what motivated her was closer to a need for
the | | | | | | status to remain quo.. But whatever her
motiv-| | | | | |ations, she had resolved that Nemoth would
regret| | | | | |the spamling massacre that he had caused
that | | | | | |(equally personally offensive) scion of
his | | | | | |to carry out. She informed him of the doom
that | | | | | |was soon to impend, gaining the reaction
of | | | | | |megalomaniac villains throughout history-
evil\ \_| | | |__//laughter. And as evil laughter goes, even
this \ ||..| |..|| /was second rate. No kick to it. Pikat
began / |..| |..| \the process that would lead to CUUI having
to \_|..| |..|_/pick a new freezergod- she hoped. She felt
it was |\^| |^/|a shame, though- and the twins had shown such
promise.|^\| |/^|Just then some of the food she had asked for
arrived,|&&\ /&&|and she went down to talk to them. Nemoth,
safe in |&&|\ /|&&|his own castle, stopped for a moment to
ponder |***| \ / |***|Pikat's declarations. Perhaps, he thought,
she was|***| \ |***|actually serious. Of course, though, that
could |%%%|_/ \__%%%|never be. She wasn't even a member of the
PoAG in|%%%//| |_||%%|her own right, she was only a servant of his
bounder|##|/ / `-`##|of a twin brother. *snort* PICKLES couldn't
even be \#|_______|#/plugged in. And that was one advantage that
his object-of-godhood had over hers. Even IF everyone hated the
freezers. So she could just take her pickles and eat them.
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White Toast was not \(*********)/pleased. In fact, if one were to
be perfectly truthful,\l**O*O**l/terrified would have been much
closer to the sentimentl*******lhe was experiencing at that point
in time. His attempt onl*******lthe admittedly foul life of the
TOE leader had been cut | |off before he knew what was going
on. (White Toast did not_|_ _|_realize, of course, that this was a
result of a tip given by ^ ^Nemoth, who was naturally keeping an
eye on this sort of thing.) Now he was chained securely into a
cell in the proverbial dark, dank dungeon, and scheduled for
scorching in the Toaster Quebrado who only knew when. White Toast
shivered unhappily and wished for someone to free him.
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As| -/ /____---------____\ \- |the saying goes, be careful what
\_/ / / \ \ \_/you wish for. As White Toast sat
|__| | O O | |__|anticipating his eventual demise,
the | | | |door opened, and in walked something
that he\____\/ \/____/had never in his life seen before. It
was a food_/---------\_that was for sure, but it was the oddest
blody ___/ | | \___food HE'd ever seen! She was bread, but
all /| _|_ _|_ |\wrapped round, and buttery looking. She
grabbed sharp ^ ^ stuff off of her back and cut him free.
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Hi, she said. I don't have much /\ of a name, but I'm the Rogue
Croissant from the Land of the //\\Yuppy Foods. Lets get out of
here. She hurried him out of the||room, but not before scratching
the shape of Pikat's staff on '' the wall. White Toast grabbed
his Spamling fork and ran after/ \her. They ran down the insane
looking halls that comprised | | Burned Toast's chosen dwelling
place and reached the top of | | the walls. White Toast and the
Rogue Croissant jumped, landing\__/with a soft squishy sound. When
they finally returned to White || Toast's headquarters, he went
in his toaster for a while, and || then fell securely asleep.
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Burned Toast was/*********\ \|/experiencing a state of emotions
described by his/l l\ /|\followers as Not Happy, with
cringing in the /l l\ |appropriate spots. He had come in in
the morning, -/ l_______l \-|looking forward to a fun session of
interrogation /| | | |\|with White Toast, and he was gone!
Not only that, but_|_ _|_ |there was that writing on the wall,
the picture that ^ ^ |*mysteriously* matched up with the
shape of Pikat's staff. He went to talk to Nemoth about it.
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Nemoth was also Not Happy, though of course, Nemoth not |_______
being one to be outdone by his followers, to a greater |%%%%%%
degree than Burned Toast. He was Not Happy at the escape of|%%%%%%
White Toast. He was Not Happy because Burned Toast was /%%%%%%%
whining at him. He was Not Happy because he liked his /%_______
plans to work smoothly and it wasn't happening. But most|%|
of all, he was Not Happy because of the inscription on |%| J A
the wall. He didn't like the idea that there might be |%|_______
something to Pikat after all. He didn't like it because \%%%%%%%%
it meant that he would probably be thrown out of his house\%%%%%%%
as another example of an Appliance God gone bad. He decided\%%%%%%
to see if he couldn't get Pikat whacked off. After all, she |%%%%%
wouldn't be pursuing any vendettas from six feet under the |%%%%%
ground. He smiled. Pikat rolled her eyes. As if he could get|%%%%%
an assassin within a hundred feet of her. Sometimes, she /%%%%%
thought, the sheer stupidity of most of the Pantheon |%%%%%%
members depresses me. She checked quickly on White Toast to|%%%%%%
make sure he was fine and then called the Rogue Croissant. |______
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The Rogue {{|}}} ^ Croissant walked in, dropped all her
weapons, and| o o|waited. O After a bit Pikat appeared. Hey, the
Croissant \__/said. I v did what you asked. He's out, and they
hadn't got __/ \__'round |to roughing him up much. He'll be okay.
Yes, I /\"\__/"/\know |that, Pikat answered. I just looked in
on him. | | ||I'd |also watch your back, said the Rogue.
Nemoth |_/ \|and |that git Burned Toast aren't going to
exactly \.' './\____./|jump for joy when they see the mark I
left on / \_____.\|that wall... I know that too, said
Pikat. \. lI've |already had a threat on my life. Don't
worry too|l . lmuch |about it. The day Nemoth is a problem
for me is|l . lthe |day I take a running jump off something
tall. \l lThe |Rogue grinned. I know what you mean,
she said. / l |Incompetent son of a fish, isn't he?
Quite. l \The |Rogue Croissant laughed again. I've
got one l lmore |job for you before this mess is through
Pikat l .. lsaid.|Fine, no problem, go for it, what is
the l l |bloody thing? replied the Croissant.
Calm, l .. lPikat| said. The Rogue Croissant from the
Land of \__ _/the |Yuppy Foods raised an eyebrow, and
waited \_____/happily while Pikat outlined what she needed.
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