Prelude: New King of Fresh Kill Municipal Landfill
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Crumbs with his trusty general Napoleon leading the way raid the Huns live stock... a giant New York rat.
Napoleon bites at the rat with his teeth, which the rat easily avoids. Little did the rat know that the general was only acting as instructed pushing the creature to his master's axe.
*clank!* Miss! *swish* *BARK!* *splat!*
The rats head rolls to a stop where it was previously running to, the door. The body however, flops to the ground near Crumbs feet.
Napoleon bites at the rat with his teeth, which the rat easily avoids. Little did the rat know that the general was only acting as instructed pushing the creature to his master's axe.
*clank!* Miss! *swish* *BARK!* *splat!*
The rats head rolls to a stop where it was previously running to, the door. The body however, flops to the ground near Crumbs feet.
"The Clock of Life is Wound But Once"
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A filthy hand reaches down to the floor and places a staff on the floor, that it may retrieve the head of the creature. With the bodiless head in his grasp, Crumbs brings the hunting trophy to eye level and speaks; "Alas poor Yorik, for parting is such sweet sorrow without a side of slaw". With no further ado the king unceremoniously tosses the rats toothy grin over his shoulder. He then reaches to gather the prize that lays still quivering and stuff it into his backpack. Leaving nothing but a tiny crimson puddle for Napolean to lap at on the floor.
Moments pass quickly and Crumbs slides the shovel to lodge beneath the tethered straps of his backpack. Then retrieving his stave, he stands and begins to search for a way up to the upper floors of the structure...
Moments pass quickly and Crumbs slides the shovel to lodge beneath the tethered straps of his backpack. Then retrieving his stave, he stands and begins to search for a way up to the upper floors of the structure...
...And the stone of the earth and the wind in the sky bowed before the wisdom of the Ancient One...
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The cellers more collasped then Cumbs noticed. You do find the stairs.. or whats left of them, broken and barried under piles of dirt and wood. Infact, the cellers walls have really collasped all area Cumbs then realizes that its amazing anything is left of the celler.
"The Clock of Life is Wound But Once"
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"A poor empire these Huns possess if this is their treasury, eh Napolean?". Not one to waste time he gathers himself and possessions and makes for the doorway he had entered. Poking his head out Crumbs gives a quick look around then emerges from the basement. *Click, click, click*, once again the vagabond goes in search of his grand destiny, the staff in his hand gently rapping upon the sidewalk and a little dog following at his heals...
...And the stone of the earth and the wind in the sky bowed before the wisdom of the Ancient One...
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Continuing down the street brings you to an intersection. As you look around the corner, you see, or you think you saw one of the doors on a Locksmith shop down the way close... Napolean looks up at you, as if to ask if you saw the same.
"The Clock of Life is Wound But Once"
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Crumb's catches the movement of the door at the long abandoned locksmith's shop and freezes in place, a moment of lucididy taking over his clouded mind. Old memories flood over him and he looks about quickly. Spotting a derelict moving van he speedily moves to the temporary haven, removing himself from public view. Hunkering down he once again dares a peek, almost daring one of those damn huns to ruin his day. "SSSHH, Napolean. Let me think. Do you think we could lure them away with the temptation of a tasty bovine, fresh from their own pastures?"...
...And the stone of the earth and the wind in the sky bowed before the wisdom of the Ancient One...
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Peeking out one of the broken windows of the van Crumbs does not see much from inside the shop as the windows are covered over in a thin layer of dust and dirt. You can see some movement from inside and once in a while hear a muffled bark, not Napolean's.
"The Clock of Life is Wound But Once"
-Some Old Guy
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The door opens again as the dog exits on to the street, followed by ... a human.. he does not look of the huns...
"The Clock of Life is Wound But Once"
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-Some Old Guy
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