The Ravine is a very large open area.. yet at the same time every floor is potentially a roof of another floor.. only a few spots are safe, and only if they are guarded smartly.. It's history and location are known to very very very few people.. even I, the author of this mumbo jumbo, has no idea where the blasted place is.. Krivitskee, however, knows of its location. In fact, he wishes he never knew of its existence.. the mere thought of it often throws him into violent bowel movements and thoughts of moldy cheese. Atop the highest floor/roof, there resides a crazed vegitarian warrior known simply as, Basic. Surrounded by leafy body guards he meticulously examines each and every page of old issues of National Geographic, searching for.. who knows what... Wanted in dozens of countries and by dozens of bus drivers, for hundreds of crimes .. from egging egg lobbyists to excessive stealing of rubber bands; a menace to the free world, yet an excellent partner for Krivitskee's mission.
"Sir, we have visitors in Bear camp sector", says one of the leafy guards.
"Mmmm, I have been expecting them, deactivate the proximity mines, I'd like to see them in one piece", mumbles Basic.
"Yaaasur", says the guard as he tugs on various strings and pulleys.
The air, very still, slipping into nonexistence at once grabs attention as it lets out a loud snore.... the sound of Krivitskee and Dark man approaching at terminal velocity.
"Dark man, do morals get in the way of your life?", asks Krivitsksee.
"Sir, perhaps another time, I'm trying to land this beast of a car", says the Dark man as he bangs round objects and curses at regular intervals.
"I think you would make it in the rap industry, you have a good beat there", chuckles Krivitskee.."Oh hey watch your blind spot, you might hit that flock of birds".
All heads in the Ravine look upwards, except for the heads with no bodies. A silver convertible slowly lumbers down, instead of parachutes a family of mutant condors are let out of the trunk, and guide the car to Basic's cozy, leafy fortress. The four tires hit the ground with a very inelegant thud. The settling dust reveals Krivitskee cleaning out his ears, along with the Dark man, carefully examining the tire pressure. Out of nowhere Basic lands on the hood of the car..
"Sir, we have visitors in Bear camp sector", says one of the leafy guards.
"Mmmm, I have been expecting them, deactivate the proximity mines, I'd like to see them in one piece", mumbles Basic.
"Yaaasur", says the guard as he tugs on various strings and pulleys.
The air, very still, slipping into nonexistence at once grabs attention as it lets out a loud snore.... the sound of Krivitskee and Dark man approaching at terminal velocity.
"Dark man, do morals get in the way of your life?", asks Krivitsksee.
"Sir, perhaps another time, I'm trying to land this beast of a car", says the Dark man as he bangs round objects and curses at regular intervals.
"I think you would make it in the rap industry, you have a good beat there", chuckles Krivitskee.."Oh hey watch your blind spot, you might hit that flock of birds".
All heads in the Ravine look upwards, except for the heads with no bodies. A silver convertible slowly lumbers down, instead of parachutes a family of mutant condors are let out of the trunk, and guide the car to Basic's cozy, leafy fortress. The four tires hit the ground with a very inelegant thud. The settling dust reveals Krivitskee cleaning out his ears, along with the Dark man, carefully examining the tire pressure. Out of nowhere Basic lands on the hood of the car..
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