Grashi Offline

The Grilled Cheese Sandwich!

The growing in his stomach intensified. He sprung from his reclined, leather throne and dashed off through the seemingly short distance to the food warehouse. Ducking and dodging all the while, spikes, pits and arrows. Sneaking past the once-lamps, now death rays stopping his quest for sustenance.

He approached the threshold which separated him from the domain of food only to be met with a cackle. It was The Bovine, identified by the clicking and clattering of knobs and switches; the mechanical sliding of the gears and bellows revealing the trap floor beneath him. He plummeted to the depths below known as The Basement by some.

He landed with a thud, but quickly returned upright with a dash! Past the shadowy arches of dust. Through the Jungle of Forgotten Laundry , plundering loot along the way from the rusted toy crates of years gone by. He approached the stairway and there stood The Bovine yet again. A man-cow like being who sat atop a throne made entirely of swine. The tapping of his Buddah Nigh against the concrete slab sent waves of pain through the lowly pig servants who had the misfortune of carrying this tyrant around.

With a rumble of hunger, he continued forward, firing foam discs at the Cow overlord from his Space Shooter. He swung across the acid pits of spilled refrigerant and through the Heated Water cave to approach the throne.

"May the power of bacon consume you!" The cow-lord shouted, throwing several of the smaller pigs at our hero.


I'd finish this, but I'm tired...Sorry to abruptly end!