"macanamera" (macanamera)
09/05/2014 at 11:30 • Filed to: A Song Of Webs And Spiders
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"macanamera" (macanamera)
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Prologue/Book One:
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Book Two:
A Game Of Webs
-Mac A. N. Amera
The night is dark, and full of Spiders.
As I toured the battlements this morning, I came upon a worrisome sight. The Silken Fort lies in shambles, and 458 is nowhere to be found. His most trusted lieutenant, 650S, is also gone. I find myself plagued by uncertainty. I choose to believe they have undertaken some secret quest of great importance, but I fear the truth may be darker.
(Note: The Spiders are a strange and foreign culture. I learn more of them every day, but the logic behind their names still evades me.)
The men speak of a hushed flapping of great feathery wings in the night. There are rumors that 458 and 650S were...taken by something. Something from Beyond The Lacrosse Goal. Of course, these are only rumors. The Goal has never been breached.
My advisors argue amongst themselves, and rarely agree with me anymore. My most trusted advisor, Douglas, Duke of DeMuro, recently sent a short letter:
While I do not agree with his advice, I cannot blame him for his prejudice. This conflict has taken much from him. He has already been forced far from his home, forced to move even further north than The Lacrosse Goal.
To complicate the issue further, I have received correspondence from a Major of the enemy forces:
Major Mantis is well known to us, but we know him by a different name: Mantis the Deceiver. It is said that he lies in wait, perfectly still, until some unwary fool strays close enough to be impaled and consumed.
I will not be tricked by you, Mantis. Even if I knew where 458 was, I would not betray my only ally to you, only to weaken myself to your inevitable attack! I am Macanamera, General Of The Humans, Protector Of The Carpeted Realm, and I stand with the Spiders.
The War Of Seven Species is rapidly escalating. Soon, I fear all of Backyard will be engulfed in turmoil. Worse yet, I fear there are forces unbeknownst to me at work in the shadows. The last words 458 spoke to me before his disappearance chilled me to the bone:
"Our efforts are futile, Macanamera. A danger approaches that we cannot stop. A danger that even The Lacrosse Goal is powerless against. Soon enough, all of backyard will be a frozen, desolate wasteland. Winter is coming."
458 will (hopefully) return in "A Clash of Stings", publish date TBA.
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macanamera
> macanamera
09/05/2014 at 11:25 |
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It is a slowwwww day at work
Bad Idea Hat
> macanamera
09/05/2014 at 11:29 |
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USE FIRE NOW ALL KINDS OF FIRE.
Meanwhile, I have a bee hive growing in the corner of from porch. This weekend is going to be fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun.
ly2v8-Brian
> macanamera
09/05/2014 at 11:32 |
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CAcoalminer
> macanamera
09/05/2014 at 11:33 |
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K-Roll will not be pleased.
CalzoneGolem
> macanamera
09/05/2014 at 11:34 |
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These blast points are far too accurate for Sand People.
Racescort666
> macanamera
09/05/2014 at 11:37 |
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Nobel Macanamera,
Thy defense of the arachnids is admirable. However, the mantis horde is not to be trifled with. Their assault on even winged attackers is mighty beyond imagination. Beholdeth this magical moving piture:
Yours Truly,
The Red Demon: Raciest 'Scortius Maximus