The Longest Journey...

CHAPTER 1:
A Very Long Beach
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This adventure, like all good adventures, shall begin with a simple phrase:

Once upon a time...


there were two gents, by the name of Chris and Derek.


Chris and Derek were hard working lads, who's fate had recently placed them in the strange land of Long Beach.


Alongside their ally, Brook, they loyally worked for a man named Zak.


It was a very hot day, the kind of day where the trees themselves bend in the heat of the sun. On this day Chris turned to Derek and said, "Hey Derek! You know what we need? CUPCAKES!"

Derek's eyebrows raised in excitement, "You sir! Are correct!"


"NO!" screamed the evil Zak, "There will be NO cupcakes for you! Now get back to work!"

For in this tale, like all other great tales, there must be a villain.
Zak, was this villain.


"B-B-b-b-but sir...," Derek stuttered, "...we finished packing your truck full of evil super-weapons. Perhaps while we wait for the qualified designated teamster to drive your evil truck we might have but a moment to snack upon a delicious pastry?"

"Get back to work you maggots!," Zak growled.


Then, as quick and swift as a wild cat, Brook leaped from his seat and attacked Zak IN THE FACE!


"Lets cheese-it!," Derek yelled to Chris...


...and the two brave men ran, while the sounds and screams of Brook gnawing on Zak's face faded into the distance.

Minutes later the two strapping gents slowed down to catch their breath. "I!" ...'huff' 'puff' 'huff'... "I, think we got away!," said Chris.

"No sir," ...'huff' 'huff' 'huff'... "If his tattoos are of any telling, Zak has the legs of a stallion and arms that bring death to all that face him. It's only a matter of time before he catches up to us."

"You're right sir, but how will we ever escape our most certainly certain doom!?"


"Perhaps we can ride this cart to safety!"


And ride to safety they did.

After a few miles their valiant cart whirred to a stop, it's battery thirsty for more energy. The two hopped off their electric steed and strode into a nearby meadow.
"I. I think we're safe." Derek said, while looking straight ahead. "For now at least."

But Chris' attention was turned elsewhere.

"Derek." Chris said, in a voice much more somber than the one that once spoke of cupcakes. "I don't think we'll ever be safe."


For Chris had stumbled upon the graves of all that had fallen to the hands of Zak.


For the first time in their lives, the two wanted no cupcakes.

To be cont.