The Neverending Story: Reloaded

[Helen of Annoy]

Chapter IV

His head. It was definitely his head that was hit, he could tell by the blinding and deafening headache he got as he tried to open his eyes. Then he became aware of someone’s deep breathing... or was that growling? ... and his eyes opened to the sight of big, clawed feet, covered in scales, one step away from his nose.

[J.B.]

Chapter IV

His head. It was definitely his head that was hit, he could tell by the blinding and deafening headache he got as he tried to open his eyes. Then he became aware of someone’s deep breathing... or was that growling? ... and his eyes opened to the sight of big, clawed feet, covered in scales, one step away from his nose. Joe scrabbled away quickly and fell back clutching his head, "Gotta remember not to do that. . . or talk!" Joe almost screamed as he clutched his head in agony.

[Helen of Annoy]

Chapter IV

His head. It was definitely his head that was hit, he could tell by the blinding and deafening headache he got as he tried to open his eyes. Then he became aware of someone’s deep breathing... or was that growling? ... and his eyes opened to the sight of big, clawed feet, covered in scales, one step away from his nose. Joe scrabbled away quickly and fell back clutching his head, "Gotta remember not to do that. . . or talk!" Joe almost screamed as he clutched his head in agony. “I’m ****ing dead...” was the most natural thought he could have, sinking into foetal position on the floor, but then “OHMYGODTHEBALL!” pierced his mind and the pain retreated before the adrenaline flood.

[Antimony]

Chapter IV

His head. It was definitely his head that was hit, he could tell by the blinding and deafening headache he got as he tried to open his eyes. Then he became aware of someone’s deep breathing... or was that growling? ... and his eyes opened to the sight of big, clawed feet, covered in scales, one step away from his nose. Joe scrabbled away quickly and fell back clutching his head, "Gotta remember not to do that. . . or talk!" Joe almost screamed as he clutched his head in agony. “I’m ****ing dead...” was the most natural thought he could have, sinking into foetal position on the floor, but then “OHMYGODTHEBALL!” pierced his mind and the pain retreated before the adrenaline flood.

While he was pondering the painful fact that even spacefaring, highly advanced species still had a preference for crudely hitting people over the head, his eyes slowly travelled upwards from the clawed feet.

(No no, the chapter break is fine.)

[Helen of Annoy]

Chapter IV

His head. It was definitely his head that was hit, he could tell by the blinding and deafening headache he got as he tried to open his eyes. Then he became aware of someone’s deep breathing... or was that growling? ... and his eyes opened to the sight of big, clawed feet, covered in scales, one step away from his nose. Joe scrabbled away quickly and fell back clutching his head, "Gotta remember not to do that. . . or talk!" Joe almost screamed as he clutched his head in agony. “I’m ****ing dead...” was the most natural thought he could have, sinking into foetal position on the floor, but then “OHMYGODTHEBALL!” pierced his mind and the pain retreated before the adrenaline flood.

While he was pondering the painful fact that even spacefaring, highly advanced species still had a preference for crudely hitting people over the head, his eyes slowly travelled upwards from the clawed feet. And there it was, the ball of iridescent blue light in Girndirnar’s hand.

[J.B.]

Chapter IV

His head. It was definitely his head that was hit, he could tell by the blinding and deafening headache he got as he tried to open his eyes. Then he became aware of someone’s deep breathing... or was that growling? ... and his eyes opened to the sight of big, clawed feet, covered in scales, one step away from his nose. Joe scrabbled away quickly and fell back clutching his head, "Gotta remember not to do that. . . or talk!" Joe almost screamed as he clutched his head in agony. “I’m ****ing dead...” was the most natural thought he could have, sinking into foetal position on the floor, but then “OHMYGODTHEBALL!” pierced his mind and the pain retreated before the adrenaline flood.

While he was pondering the painful fact that even spacefaring, highly advanced species still had a preference for crudely hitting people over the head, his eyes slowly travelled upwards from the clawed feet. And there it was, the ball of iridescent blue light in Girndirnar’s hand. Joe locked eyes with the monster, for clearly that was what this Grindirnar was, standing six feet tall just like Joe, with cool blue pupil-less glowing eyes.

[Helen of Annoy]

Chapter IV

His head. It was definitely his head that was hit, he could tell by the blinding and deafening headache he got as he tried to open his eyes. Then he became aware of someone’s deep breathing... or was that growling? ... and his eyes opened to the sight of big, clawed feet, covered in scales, one step away from his nose. Joe scrabbled away quickly and fell back clutching his head, "Gotta remember not to do that. . . or talk!" Joe almost screamed as he clutched his head in agony. “I’m ****ing dead...” was the most natural thought he could have, sinking into foetal position on the floor, but then “OHMYGODTHEBALL!” pierced his mind and the pain retreated before the adrenaline flood.

While he was pondering the painful fact that even spacefaring, highly advanced species still had a preference for crudely hitting people over the head, his eyes slowly travelled upwards from the clawed feet. And there it was, the ball of iridescent blue light in Girndirnar’s hand. Joe locked eyes with the monster, for clearly that was what this Grindirnar was, standing six feet tall just like Joe, with cool blue pupil-less glowing eyes. Everything has its limits, the fear is not the exception, so there was nothing heroic in Joe’s decision to throw himself between alien’s legs, jump on his back and dug his fragile human fingers into hopefully vulnerable Girndirnar’s eyes.

[J.B.]

Chapter IV

His head. It was definitely his head that was hit, he could tell by the blinding and deafening headache he got as he tried to open his eyes. Then he became aware of someone’s deep breathing... or was that growling? ... and his eyes opened to the sight of big, clawed feet, covered in scales, one step away from his nose. Joe scrabbled away quickly and fell back clutching his head, "Gotta remember not to do that. . . or talk!" Joe almost screamed as he clutched his head in agony. “I’m ****ing dead...” was the most natural thought he could have, sinking into foetal position on the floor, but then “OHMYGODTHEBALL!” pierced his mind and the pain retreated before the adrenaline flood.

While he was pondering the painful fact that even spacefaring, highly advanced species still had a preference for crudely hitting people over the head, his eyes slowly travelled upwards from the clawed feet. And there it was, the ball of iridescent blue light in Girndirnar’s hand. Joe locked eyes with the monster, for clearly that was what this Grindirnar was, standing six feet tall just like Joe, with cool blue pupil-less glowing eyes. Everything has its limits, the fear is not the exception, so there was nothing heroic in Joe’s decision to throw himself between alien’s legs, jump on his back and dug his fragile human fingers into hopefully vulnerable Girndirnar’s eyes.

The Grindirnar roared and pulled Joe off his back, throwing him across the room like a sack of potatoes; Joe forgot to take into account that space-faring races might enhance their own strength.

[Antimony]

Chapter IV

His head. It was definitely his head that was hit, he could tell by the blinding and deafening headache he got as he tried to open his eyes. Then he became aware of someone’s deep breathing... or was that growling? ... and his eyes opened to the sight of big, clawed feet, covered in scales, one step away from his nose. Joe scrabbled away quickly and fell back clutching his head, "Gotta remember not to do that. . . or talk!" Joe almost screamed as he clutched his head in agony. “I’m ****ing dead...” was the most natural thought he could have, sinking into foetal position on the floor, but then “OHMYGODTHEBALL!” pierced his mind and the pain retreated before the adrenaline flood.

While he was pondering the painful fact that even spacefaring, highly advanced species still had a preference for crudely hitting people over the head, his eyes slowly travelled upwards from the clawed feet. And there it was, the ball of iridescent blue light in Girndirnar’s hand. Joe locked eyes with the monster, for clearly that was what this Grindirnar was, standing six feet tall just like Joe, with cool blue pupil-less glowing eyes. Everything has its limits, the fear is not the exception, so there was nothing heroic in Joe’s decision to throw himself between alien’s legs, jump on his back and dug his fragile human fingers into hopefully vulnerable Girndirnar’s eyes.

The Grindirnar roared and pulled Joe off his back, throwing him across the room like a sack of potatoes; Joe forgot to take into account that space-faring races might enhance their own strength. He crashed into a storage-unit behind him, then glided down the wall while the revolting contents of shattered containers slithered onto the floor, spreading a foul odour that made Joe retch.

[J.B.]

Chapter IV

His head. It was definitely his head that was hit, he could tell by the blinding and deafening headache he got as he tried to open his eyes. Then he became aware of someone’s deep breathing... or was that growling? ... and his eyes opened to the sight of big, clawed feet, covered in scales, one step away from his nose. Joe scrabbled away quickly and fell back clutching his head, "Gotta remember not to do that. . . or talk!" Joe almost screamed as he clutched his head in agony. “I’m ****ing dead...” was the most natural thought he could have, sinking into foetal position on the floor, but then “OHMYGODTHEBALL!” pierced his mind and the pain retreated before the adrenaline flood.

While he was pondering the painful fact that even spacefaring, highly advanced species still had a preference for crudely hitting people over the head, his eyes slowly travelled upwards from the clawed feet. And there it was, the ball of iridescent blue light in Girndirnar’s hand. Joe locked eyes with the monster, for clearly that was what this Grindirnar was, standing six feet tall just like Joe, with cool blue pupil-less glowing eyes. Everything has its limits, the fear is not the exception, so there was nothing heroic in Joe’s decision to throw himself between alien’s legs, jump on his back and dug his fragile human fingers into hopefully vulnerable Girndirnar’s eyes.

The Grindirnar roared and pulled Joe off his back, throwing him across the room like a sack of potatoes; Joe forgot to take into account that space-faring races might enhance their own strength. He crashed into a storage-unit behind him, then glided down the wall while the revolting contents of shattered containers slithered onto the floor, spreading a foul odour that made Joe retch.

The Grindirnar looked different somehow, watching Joe retching on the floor, and Joe got another great idea. . . steeling his stomach for the disgusting task, Joe picked up some of his retch and hurled it right at the Grindi's face.

[Antimony]

Chapter IV

His head. It was definitely his head that was hit, he could tell by the blinding and deafening headache he got as he tried to open his eyes. Then he became aware of someone’s deep breathing... or was that growling? ... and his eyes opened to the sight of big, clawed feet, covered in scales, one step away from his nose. Joe scrabbled away quickly and fell back clutching his head, "Gotta remember not to do that. . . or talk!" Joe almost screamed as he clutched his head in agony. “I’m ****ing dead...” was the most natural thought he could have, sinking into foetal position on the floor, but then “OHMYGODTHEBALL!” pierced his mind and the pain retreated before the adrenaline flood.

While he was pondering the painful fact that even spacefaring, highly advanced species still had a preference for crudely hitting people over the head, his eyes slowly travelled upwards from the clawed feet. And there it was, the ball of iridescent blue light in Girndirnar’s hand. Joe locked eyes with the monster, for clearly that was what this Grindirnar was, standing six feet tall just like Joe, with cool blue pupil-less glowing eyes. Everything has its limits, the fear is not the exception, so there was nothing heroic in Joe’s decision to throw himself between alien’s legs, jump on his back and dug his fragile human fingers into hopefully vulnerable Girndirnar’s eyes.

The Grindirnar roared and pulled Joe off his back, throwing him across the room like a sack of potatoes; Joe forgot to take into account that space-faring races might enhance their own strength. He crashed into a storage-unit behind him, then glided down the wall while the revolting contents of shattered containers slithered onto the floor, spreading a foul odour that made Joe retch.

The Grindirnar looked different somehow, watching Joe retching on the floor, and Joe got another great idea. . . steeling his stomach for the disgusting task, Joe picked up some of his retch and hurled it right at the Grindi's face. The creature recoiled in horror and clutched its icy eyes, as the remains of Joe's breakfast embedded themselves with a sizzling sound in its scaly skin.

[J.B.]

Chapter IV

His head. It was definitely his head that was hit, he could tell by the blinding and deafening headache he got as he tried to open his eyes. Then he became aware of someone’s deep breathing... or was that growling? ... and his eyes opened to the sight of big, clawed feet, covered in scales, one step away from his nose. Joe scrabbled away quickly and fell back clutching his head, "Gotta remember not to do that. . . or talk!" Joe almost screamed as he clutched his head in agony. “I’m ****ing dead...” was the most natural thought he could have, sinking into foetal position on the floor, but then “OHMYGODTHEBALL!” pierced his mind and the pain retreated before the adrenaline flood.

While he was pondering the painful fact that even spacefaring, highly advanced species still had a preference for crudely hitting people over the head, his eyes slowly travelled upwards from the clawed feet. And there it was, the ball of iridescent blue light in Girndirnar’s hand. Joe locked eyes with the monster, for clearly that was what this Grindirnar was, standing six feet tall just like Joe, with cool blue pupil-less glowing eyes. Everything has its limits, the fear is not the exception, so there was nothing heroic in Joe’s decision to throw himself between alien’s legs, jump on his back and dug his fragile human fingers into hopefully vulnerable Girndirnar’s eyes.

The Grindirnar roared and pulled Joe off his back, throwing him across the room like a sack of potatoes; Joe forgot to take into account that space-faring races might enhance their own strength. He crashed into a storage-unit behind him, then glided down the wall while the revolting contents of shattered containers slithered onto the floor, spreading a foul odour that made Joe retch.

The Grindirnar looked different somehow, watching Joe retching on the floor, and Joe got another great idea. . . steeling his stomach for the disgusting task, Joe picked up some of his retch and hurled it right at the Grindi's face. The creature recoiled in horror and clutched its icy eyes, as the remains of Joe's breakfast embedded themselves with a sizzling sound in its scaly skin. Joe charged the monster and landed a strong kick to its chest, knocking it backward onto the ground, still clutching its face.

[Helen of Annoy]

Chapter IV

His head. It was definitely his head that was hit, he could tell by the blinding and deafening headache he got as he tried to open his eyes. Then he became aware of someones deep breathing... or was that growling? ... and his eyes opened to the sight of big, clawed feet, covered in scales, one step away from his nose. Joe scrabbled away quickly and fell back clutching his head, "Gotta remember not to do that. . . or talk!" Joe almost screamed as he clutched his head in agony. Im ****ing dead... was the most natural thought he could have, sinking into foetal position on the floor, but then OHMYGODTHEBALL! pierced his mind and the pain retreated before the adrenaline flood.

While he was pondering the painful fact that even spacefaring, highly advanced species still had a preference for crudely hitting people over the head, his eyes slowly travelled upwards from the clawed feet. And there it was, the ball of iridescent blue light in Girndirnars hand. Joe locked eyes with the monster, for clearly that was what this Grindirnar was, standing six feet tall just like Joe, with cool blue pupil-less glowing eyes. Everything has its limits, the fear is not the exception, so there was nothing heroic in Joes decision to throw himself between aliens legs, jump on his back and dug his fragile human fingers into hopefully vulnerable Girndirnars eyes.

The Grindirnar roared and pulled Joe off his back, throwing him across the room like a sack of potatoes; Joe forgot to take into account that space-faring races might enhance their own strength. He crashed into a storage-unit behind him, then glided down the wall while the revolting contents of shattered containers slithered onto the floor, spreading a foul odour that made Joe retch.

The Grindirnar looked different somehow, watching Joe retching on the floor, and Joe got another great idea. . . steeling his stomach for the disgusting task, Joe picked up some of his retch and hurled it right at the Grindi's face. The creature recoiled in horror and clutched its icy eyes, as the remains of Joe's breakfast embedded themselves with a sizzling sound in its scaly skin. Joe charged the monster and landed a strong kick to its chest, knocking it backward onto the ground, still clutching its face.

The monster was far from surrender, but Joe heard the sound of claws scraping metal floor, realising the company is coming, so he jumped up, grabbed the iridescent ball and started running like mad in the opposite direction of the sound of the clawsteps that, to his amazement, didnt pick up the pace.

Edited June 22, 2010 by Helen of Annoy

[Antimony]

Chapter IV

His head. It was definitely his head that was hit, he could tell by the blinding and deafening headache he got as he tried to open his eyes. Then he became aware of someone’s deep breathing... or was that growling? ... and his eyes opened to the sight of big, clawed feet, covered in scales, one step away from his nose. Joe scrabbled away quickly and fell back clutching his head, "Gotta remember not to do that. . . or talk!" Joe almost screamed as he clutched his head in agony. “I’m ****ing dead...” was the most natural thought he could have, sinking into foetal position on the floor, but then “OHMYGODTHEBALL!” pierced his mind and the pain retreated before the adrenaline flood.

While he was pondering the painful fact that even spacefaring, highly advanced species still had a preference for crudely hitting people over the head, his eyes slowly travelled upwards from the clawed feet. And there it was, the ball of iridescent blue light in Girndirnar’s hand. Joe locked eyes with the monster, for clearly that was what this Grindirnar was, standing six feet tall just like Joe, with cool blue pupil-less glowing eyes. Everything has its limits, the fear is not the exception, so there was nothing heroic in Joe’s decision to throw himself between alien’s legs, jump on his back and dug his fragile human fingers into hopefully vulnerable Girndirnar’s eyes.

The Grindirnar roared and pulled Joe off his back, throwing him across the room like a sack of potatoes; Joe forgot to take into account that space-faring races might enhance their own strength. He crashed into a storage-unit behind him, then glided down the wall while the revolting contents of shattered containers slithered onto the floor, spreading a foul odour that made Joe retch.

The Grindirnar looked different somehow, watching Joe retching on the floor, and Joe got another great idea. . . steeling his stomach for the disgusting task, Joe picked up some of his retch and hurled it right at the Grindi's face. The creature recoiled in horror and clutched its icy eyes, as the remains of Joe's breakfast embedded themselves with a sizzling sound in its scaly skin. Joe charged the monster and landed a strong kick to its chest, knocking it backward onto the ground, still clutching its face.

The monster was far from surrender, but Joe heard the sound of claws scraping metal floor, realising the company is coming, so he jumped up, grabbed the iridescent ball and started running like mad in the opposite direction of the sound of the clawsteps that, to his amazement, didn’t pick up the pace.

He sped through a narrow corridor, then into a giant mess hall big enough to accommodate a small army; he ran on, his footsteps echoing eerily in the empty space.

[J.B.]

Chapter IV

His head. It was definitely his head that was hit, he could tell by the blinding and deafening headache he got as he tried to open his eyes. Then he became aware of someone’s deep breathing... or was that growling? ... and his eyes opened to the sight of big, clawed feet, covered in scales, one step away from his nose. Joe scrabbled away quickly and fell back clutching his head, "Gotta remember not to do that. . . or talk!" Joe almost screamed as he clutched his head in agony. “I’m ****ing dead...” was the most natural thought he could have, sinking into foetal position on the floor, but then “OHMYGODTHEBALL!” pierced his mind and the pain retreated before the adrenaline flood.

While he was pondering the painful fact that even spacefaring, highly advanced species still had a preference for crudely hitting people over the head, his eyes slowly travelled upwards from the clawed feet. And there it was, the ball of iridescent blue light in Girndirnar’s hand. Joe locked eyes with the monster, for clearly that was what this Grindirnar was, standing six feet tall just like Joe, with cool blue pupil-less glowing eyes. Everything has its limits, the fear is not the exception, so there was nothing heroic in Joe’s decision to throw himself between alien’s legs, jump on his back and dug his fragile human fingers into hopefully vulnerable Girndirnar’s eyes.

The Grindirnar roared and pulled Joe off his back, throwing him across the room like a sack of potatoes; Joe forgot to take into account that space-faring races might enhance their own strength. He crashed into a storage-unit behind him, then glided down the wall while the revolting contents of shattered containers slithered onto the floor, spreading a foul odour that made Joe retch.

The Grindirnar looked different somehow, watching Joe retching on the floor, and Joe got another great idea. . . steeling his stomach for the disgusting task, Joe picked up some of his retch and hurled it right at the Grindi's face. The creature recoiled in horror and clutched its icy eyes, as the remains of Joe's breakfast embedded themselves with a sizzling sound in its scaly skin. Joe charged the monster and landed a strong kick to its chest, knocking it backward onto the ground, still clutching its face.

The monster was far from surrender, but Joe heard the sound of claws scraping metal floor, realising the company is coming, so he jumped up, grabbed the iridescent ball and started running like mad in the opposite direction of the sound of the clawsteps that, to his amazement, didn’t pick up the pace.

He sped through a narrow corridor, then into a giant mess hall big enough to accommodate a small army; he ran on, his footsteps echoing eerily in the empty space. There were still footsteps following him, but as he listened he realized they were still not picking up pace.

[Helen of Annoy]

Chapter IV

His head. It was definitely his head that was hit, he could tell by the blinding and deafening headache he got as he tried to open his eyes. Then he became aware of someone’s deep breathing... or was that growling? ... and his eyes opened to the sight of big, clawed feet, covered in scales, one step away from his nose. Joe scrabbled away quickly and fell back clutching his head, "Gotta remember not to do that. . . or talk!" Joe almost screamed as he clutched his head in agony. “I’m ****ing dead...” was the most natural thought he could have, sinking into foetal position on the floor, but then “OHMYGODTHEBALL!” pierced his mind and the pain retreated before the adrenaline flood.

While he was pondering the painful fact that even spacefaring, highly advanced species still had a preference for crudely hitting people over the head, his eyes slowly travelled upwards from the clawed feet. And there it was, the ball of iridescent blue light in Girndirnar’s hand. Joe locked eyes with the monster, for clearly that was what this Grindirnar was, standing six feet tall just like Joe, with cool blue pupil-less glowing eyes. Everything has its limits, the fear is not the exception, so there was nothing heroic in Joe’s decision to throw himself between alien’s legs, jump on his back and dug his fragile human fingers into hopefully vulnerable Girndirnar’s eyes.

The Grindirnar roared and pulled Joe off his back, throwing him across the room like a sack of potatoes; Joe forgot to take into account that space-faring races might enhance their own strength. He crashed into a storage-unit behind him, then glided down the wall while the revolting contents of shattered containers slithered onto the floor, spreading a foul odour that made Joe retch.

The Grindirnar looked different somehow, watching Joe retching on the floor, and Joe got another great idea. . . steeling his stomach for the disgusting task, Joe picked up some of his retch and hurled it right at the Grindi's face. The creature recoiled in horror and clutched its icy eyes, as the remains of Joe's breakfast embedded themselves with a sizzling sound in its scaly skin. Joe charged the monster and landed a strong kick to its chest, knocking it backward onto the ground, still clutching its face.

The monster was far from surrender, but Joe heard the sound of claws scraping metal floor, realising the company is coming, so he jumped up, grabbed the iridescent ball and started running like mad in the opposite direction of the sound of the clawsteps that, to his amazement, didn’t pick up the pace.

He sped through a narrow corridor, then into a giant mess hall big enough to accommodate a small army; he ran on, his footsteps echoing eerily in the empty space. There were still footsteps following him, but as he listened he realized they were still not picking up pace. There are only two possible explanations for such behaviour: either your opponent doesn’t want to catch you, either... you’re running into a trap.

[J.B.]

Chapter IV

His head. It was definitely his head that was hit, he could tell by the blinding and deafening headache he got as he tried to open his eyes. Then he became aware of someone’s deep breathing... or was that growling? ... and his eyes opened to the sight of big, clawed feet, covered in scales, one step away from his nose. Joe scrabbled away quickly and fell back clutching his head, "Gotta remember not to do that. . . or talk!" Joe almost screamed as he clutched his head in agony. “I’m ****ing dead...” was the most natural thought he could have, sinking into foetal position on the floor, but then “OHMYGODTHEBALL!” pierced his mind and the pain retreated before the adrenaline flood.

While he was pondering the painful fact that even spacefaring, highly advanced species still had a preference for crudely hitting people over the head, his eyes slowly travelled upwards from the clawed feet. And there it was, the ball of iridescent blue light in Girndirnar’s hand. Joe locked eyes with the monster, for clearly that was what this Grindirnar was, standing six feet tall just like Joe, with cool blue pupil-less glowing eyes. Everything has its limits, the fear is not the exception, so there was nothing heroic in Joe’s decision to throw himself between alien’s legs, jump on his back and dug his fragile human fingers into hopefully vulnerable Girndirnar’s eyes.

The Grindirnar roared and pulled Joe off his back, throwing him across the room like a sack of potatoes; Joe forgot to take into account that space-faring races might enhance their own strength. He crashed into a storage-unit behind him, then glided down the wall while the revolting contents of shattered containers slithered onto the floor, spreading a foul odour that made Joe retch.

The Grindirnar looked different somehow, watching Joe retching on the floor, and Joe got another great idea. . . steeling his stomach for the disgusting task, Joe picked up some of his retch and hurled it right at the Grindi's face. The creature recoiled in horror and clutched its icy eyes, as the remains of Joe's breakfast embedded themselves with a sizzling sound in its scaly skin. Joe charged the monster and landed a strong kick to its chest, knocking it backward onto the ground, still clutching its face.

The monster was far from surrender, but Joe heard the sound of claws scraping metal floor, realising the company is coming, so he jumped up, grabbed the iridescent ball and started running like mad in the opposite direction of the sound of the clawsteps that, to his amazement, didn’t pick up the pace.

He sped through a narrow corridor, then into a giant mess hall big enough to accommodate a small army; he ran on, his footsteps echoing eerily in the empty space. There were still footsteps following him, but as he listened he realized they were still not picking up pace. There are only two possible explanations for such behaviour: either your opponent doesn’t want to catch you, or... you’re running into a trap.

Sure enough, Joe saw a strange, slow motion flash come from a corridor on the other side of the mess hall, and heard another set of footsteps coming from that direction.

[Helen of Annoy]

Chapter IV

His head. It was definitely his head that was hit, he could tell by the blinding and deafening headache he got as he tried to open his eyes. Then he became aware of someone’s deep breathing... or was that growling? ... and his eyes opened to the sight of big, clawed feet, covered in scales, one step away from his nose. Joe scrabbled away quickly and fell back clutching his head, "Gotta remember not to do that. . . or talk!" Joe almost screamed as he clutched his head in agony. “I’m ****ing dead...” was the most natural thought he could have, sinking into foetal position on the floor, but then “OHMYGODTHEBALL!” pierced his mind and the pain retreated before the adrenaline flood.

While he was pondering the painful fact that even spacefaring, highly advanced species still had a preference for crudely hitting people over the head, his eyes slowly travelled upwards from the clawed feet. And there it was, the ball of iridescent blue light in Girndirnar’s hand. Joe locked eyes with the monster, for clearly that was what this Grindirnar was, standing six feet tall just like Joe, with cool blue pupil-less glowing eyes. Everything has its limits, the fear is not the exception, so there was nothing heroic in Joe’s decision to throw himself between alien’s legs, jump on his back and dug his fragile human fingers into hopefully vulnerable Girndirnar’s eyes.

The Grindirnar roared and pulled Joe off his back, throwing him across the room like a sack of potatoes; Joe forgot to take into account that space-faring races might enhance their own strength. He crashed into a storage-unit behind him, then glided down the wall while the revolting contents of shattered containers slithered onto the floor, spreading a foul odour that made Joe retch.

The Grindirnar looked different somehow, watching Joe retching on the floor, and Joe got another great idea. . . steeling his stomach for the disgusting task, Joe picked up some of his retch and hurled it right at the Grindi's face. The creature recoiled in horror and clutched its icy eyes, as the remains of Joe's breakfast embedded themselves with a sizzling sound in its scaly skin. Joe charged the monster and landed a strong kick to its chest, knocking it backward onto the ground, still clutching its face.

The monster was far from surrender, but Joe heard the sound of claws scraping metal floor, realising the company is coming, so he jumped up, grabbed the iridescent ball and started running like mad in the opposite direction of the sound of the clawsteps that, to his amazement, didn’t pick up the pace.

He sped through a narrow corridor, then into a giant mess hall big enough to accommodate a small army; he ran on, his footsteps echoing eerily in the empty space. There were still footsteps following him, but as he listened he realized they were still not picking up pace. There are only two possible explanations for such behaviour: either your opponent doesn’t want to catch you, or... you’re running into a trap.

Sure enough, Joe saw a strange, slow motion flash come from a corridor on the other side of the mess hall, and heard another set of footsteps coming from that direction. So he went under the tables, at least that will buy him few moments to decide what to do with this iridescent... “Hey, it’s not iridescent anymore!” Joe realised, hoping it means something other than the possibility it just started the countdown.

[J.B.]

Chapter IV

His head. It was definitely his head that was hit, he could tell by the blinding and deafening headache he got as he tried to open his eyes. Then he became aware of someone’s deep breathing... or was that growling? ... and his eyes opened to the sight of big, clawed feet, covered in scales, one step away from his nose. Joe scrabbled away quickly and fell back clutching his head, "Gotta remember not to do that. . . or talk!" Joe almost screamed as he clutched his head in agony. “I’m ****ing dead...” was the most natural thought he could have, sinking into foetal position on the floor, but then “OHMYGODTHEBALL!” pierced his mind and the pain retreated before the adrenaline flood.

While he was pondering the painful fact that even spacefaring, highly advanced species still had a preference for crudely hitting people over the head, his eyes slowly travelled upwards from the clawed feet. And there it was, the ball of iridescent blue light in Girndirnar’s hand. Joe locked eyes with the monster, for clearly that was what this Grindirnar was, standing six feet tall just like Joe, with cool blue pupil-less glowing eyes. Everything has its limits, the fear is not the exception, so there was nothing heroic in Joe’s decision to throw himself between alien’s legs, jump on his back and dug his fragile human fingers into hopefully vulnerable Girndirnar’s eyes.

The Grindirnar roared and pulled Joe off his back, throwing him across the room like a sack of potatoes; Joe forgot to take into account that space-faring races might enhance their own strength. He crashed into a storage-unit behind him, then glided down the wall while the revolting contents of shattered containers slithered onto the floor, spreading a foul odour that made Joe retch.

The Grindirnar looked different somehow, watching Joe retching on the floor, and Joe got another great idea. . . steeling his stomach for the disgusting task, Joe picked up some of his retch and hurled it right at the Grindi's face. The creature recoiled in horror and clutched its icy eyes, as the remains of Joe's breakfast embedded themselves with a sizzling sound in its scaly skin. Joe charged the monster and landed a strong kick to its chest, knocking it backward onto the ground, still clutching its face.

The monster was far from surrender, but Joe heard the sound of claws scraping metal floor, realising the company is coming, so he jumped up, grabbed the iridescent ball and started running like mad in the opposite direction of the sound of the clawsteps that, to his amazement, didn’t pick up the pace.

He sped through a narrow corridor, then into a giant mess hall big enough to accommodate a small army; he ran on, his footsteps echoing eerily in the empty space. There were still footsteps following him, but as he listened he realized they were still not picking up pace. There are only two possible explanations for such behaviour: either your opponent doesn’t want to catch you, or... you’re running into a trap.

Sure enough, Joe saw a strange, slow motion flash come from a corridor on the other side of the mess hall, and heard another set of footsteps coming from that direction. So he went under the tables, at least that will buy him few moments to decide what to do with this iridescent... “Hey, it’s not iridescent anymore!” Joe realised, hoping it means something other than the possibility it just started the countdown.

The ball started rolling around in Joe's hands as a low-pitched hum issued from it.

[THE MATRIX]

Chapter IV

His head. It was definitely his head that was hit, he could tell by the blinding and deafening headache he got as he tried to open his eyes. Then he became aware of someone’s deep breathing... or was that growling? ... and his eyes opened to the sight of big, clawed feet, covered in scales, one step away from his nose. Joe scrabbled away quickly and fell back clutching his head, "Gotta remember not to do that. . . or talk!" Joe almost screamed as he clutched his head in agony. “I’m ****ing dead...” was the most natural thought he could have, sinking into foetal position on the floor, but then “OHMYGODTHEBALL!” pierced his mind and the pain retreated before the adrenaline flood.

While he was pondering the painful fact that even spacefaring, highly advanced species still had a preference for crudely hitting people over the head, his eyes slowly travelled upwards from the clawed feet. And there it was, the ball of iridescent blue light in Girndirnar’s hand. Joe locked eyes with the monster, for clearly that was what this Grindirnar was, standing six feet tall just like Joe, with cool blue pupil-less glowing eyes. Everything has its limits, the fear is not the exception, so there was nothing heroic in Joe’s decision to throw himself between alien’s legs, jump on his back and dug his fragile human fingers into hopefully vulnerable Girndirnar’s eyes.

The Grindirnar roared and pulled Joe off his back, throwing him across the room like a sack of potatoes; Joe forgot to take into account that space-faring races might enhance their own strength. He crashed into a storage-unit behind him, then glided down the wall while the revolting contents of shattered containers slithered onto the floor, spreading a foul odour that made Joe retch.

The Grindirnar looked different somehow, watching Joe retching on the floor, and Joe got another great idea. . . steeling his stomach for the disgusting task, Joe picked up some of his retch and hurled it right at the Grindi's face. The creature recoiled in horror and clutched its icy eyes, as the remains of Joe's breakfast embedded themselves with a sizzling sound in its scaly skin. Joe charged the monster and landed a strong kick to its chest, knocking it backward onto the ground, still clutching its face.

The monster was far from surrender, but Joe heard the sound of claws scraping metal floor, realising the company is coming, so he jumped up, grabbed the iridescent ball and started running like mad in the opposite direction of the sound of the clawsteps that, to his amazement, didn’t pick up the pace.

He sped through a narrow corridor, then into a giant mess hall big enough to accommodate a small army; he ran on, his footsteps echoing eerily in the empty space. There were still footsteps following him, but as he listened he realized they were still not picking up pace. There are only two possible explanations for such behaviour: either your opponent doesn’t want to catch you, or... you’re running into a trap.

Sure enough, Joe saw a strange, slow motion flash come from a corridor on the other side of the mess hall, and heard another set of footsteps coming from that direction. So he went under the tables, at least that will buy him few moments to decide what to do with this iridescent... “Hey, it’s not iridescent anymore!” Joe realised, hoping it means something other than the possibility it just started the countdown.

The ball started rolling around in Joe's hands as a low-pitched hum issued from it. The hum was actually words telling Joe to use his Polymerization Magic Card to combine his Three Blue Eyes White Dragon to form the Blue Eyes Ultimate Dragon (4500 atk 3800 def) and to use White Lightning attack.

[Helen of Annoy]

Chapter IV

His head. It was definitely his head that was hit, he could tell by the blinding and deafening headache he got as he tried to open his eyes. Then he became aware of someone’s deep breathing... or was that growling? ... and his eyes opened to the sight of big, clawed feet, covered in scales, one step away from his nose. Joe scrabbled away quickly and fell back clutching his head, "Gotta remember not to do that. . . or talk!" Joe almost screamed as he clutched his head in agony. “I’m ****ing dead...” was the most natural thought he could have, sinking into foetal position on the floor, but then “OHMYGODTHEBALL!” pierced his mind and the pain retreated before the adrenaline flood.

While he was pondering the painful fact that even spacefaring, highly advanced species still had a preference for crudely hitting people over the head, his eyes slowly travelled upwards from the clawed feet. And there it was, the ball of iridescent blue light in Girndirnar’s hand. Joe locked eyes with the monster, for clearly that was what this Grindirnar was, standing six feet tall just like Joe, with cool blue pupil-less glowing eyes. Everything has its limits, the fear is not the exception, so there was nothing heroic in Joe’s decision to throw himself between alien’s legs, jump on his back and dug his fragile human fingers into hopefully vulnerable Girndirnar’s eyes.

The Grindirnar roared and pulled Joe off his back, throwing him across the room like a sack of potatoes; Joe forgot to take into account that space-faring races might enhance their own strength. He crashed into a storage-unit behind him, then glided down the wall while the revolting contents of shattered containers slithered onto the floor, spreading a foul odour that made Joe retch.

The Grindirnar looked different somehow, watching Joe retching on the floor, and Joe got another great idea. . . steeling his stomach for the disgusting task, Joe picked up some of his retch and hurled it right at the Grindi's face. The creature recoiled in horror and clutched its icy eyes, as the remains of Joe's breakfast embedded themselves with a sizzling sound in its scaly skin. Joe charged the monster and landed a strong kick to its chest, knocking it backward onto the ground, still clutching its face.

The monster was far from surrender, but Joe heard the sound of claws scraping metal floor, realising the company is coming, so he jumped up, grabbed the iridescent ball and started running like mad in the opposite direction of the sound of the clawsteps that, to his amazement, didn’t pick up the pace.

He sped through a narrow corridor, then into a giant mess hall big enough to accommodate a small army; he ran on, his footsteps echoing eerily in the empty space. There were still footsteps following him, but as he listened he realized they were still not picking up pace. There are only two possible explanations for such behaviour: either your opponent doesn’t want to catch you, or... you’re running into a trap.

Sure enough, Joe saw a strange, slow motion flash come from a corridor on the other side of the mess hall, and heard another set of footsteps coming from that direction. So he went under the tables, at least that will buy him few moments to decide what to do with this iridescent... “Hey, it’s not iridescent anymore!” Joe realised, hoping it means something other than the possibility it just started the countdown.

The ball started rolling around in Joe's hands as a low-pitched hum issued from it. The hum was actually words telling Joe to use his Polymerization Magic Card to combine his Three Blue Eyes White Dragon to form the Blue Eyes Ultimate Dragon (4500 atk 3800 def) and to use White Lightning attack.

“Well, I was hit really hard in the head just minutes ago...” thought Joe, not too surprised, besides the ball started to levitate, and whatever was to happen, he was not ready for it.

[J.B.]

Chapter IV

His head. It was definitely his head that was hit, he could tell by the blinding and deafening headache he got as he tried to open his eyes. Then he became aware of someone’s deep breathing... or was that growling? ... and his eyes opened to the sight of big, clawed feet, covered in scales, one step away from his nose. Joe scrabbled away quickly and fell back clutching his head, "Gotta remember not to do that. . . or talk!" Joe almost screamed as he clutched his head in agony. “I’m ****ing dead...” was the most natural thought he could have, sinking into foetal position on the floor, but then “OHMYGODTHEBALL!” pierced his mind and the pain retreated before the adrenaline flood.

While he was pondering the painful fact that even spacefaring, highly advanced species still had a preference for crudely hitting people over the head, his eyes slowly travelled upwards from the clawed feet. And there it was, the ball of iridescent blue light in Girndirnar’s hand. Joe locked eyes with the monster, for clearly that was what this Grindirnar was, standing six feet tall just like Joe, with cool blue pupil-less glowing eyes. Everything has its limits, the fear is not the exception, so there was nothing heroic in Joe’s decision to throw himself between alien’s legs, jump on his back and dug his fragile human fingers into hopefully vulnerable Girndirnar’s eyes.

The Grindirnar roared and pulled Joe off his back, throwing him across the room like a sack of potatoes; Joe forgot to take into account that space-faring races might enhance their own strength. He crashed into a storage-unit behind him, then glided down the wall while the revolting contents of shattered containers slithered onto the floor, spreading a foul odour that made Joe retch.

The Grindirnar looked different somehow, watching Joe retching on the floor, and Joe got another great idea. . . steeling his stomach for the disgusting task, Joe picked up some of his retch and hurled it right at the Grindi's face. The creature recoiled in horror and clutched its icy eyes, as the remains of Joe's breakfast embedded themselves with a sizzling sound in its scaly skin. Joe charged the monster and landed a strong kick to its chest, knocking it backward onto the ground, still clutching its face.

The monster was far from surrender, but Joe heard the sound of claws scraping metal floor, realising the company is coming, so he jumped up, grabbed the iridescent ball and started running like mad in the opposite direction of the sound of the clawsteps that, to his amazement, didn’t pick up the pace.

He sped through a narrow corridor, then into a giant mess hall big enough to accommodate a small army; he ran on, his footsteps echoing eerily in the empty space. There were still footsteps following him, but as he listened he realized they were still not picking up pace. There are only two possible explanations for such behaviour: either your opponent doesn’t want to catch you, or... you’re running into a trap.

Sure enough, Joe saw a strange, slow motion flash come from a corridor on the other side of the mess hall, and heard another set of footsteps coming from that direction. So he went under the tables, at least that will buy him few moments to decide what to do with this iridescent... “Hey, it’s not iridescent anymore!” Joe realised, hoping it means something other than the possibility it just started the countdown.

The ball started rolling around in Joe's hands as a low-pitched hum issued from it. The hum was actually words telling Joe to use his Polymerization Magic Card to combine his Three Blue Eyes White Dragon to form the Blue Eyes Ultimate Dragon (4500 atk 3800 def) and to use White Lightning attack.

“Well, I was hit really hard in the head just minutes ago...” thought Joe, not too surprised, besides the ball started to levitate, and whatever was to happen, he was not ready for it. The ball spun around, slow at first, as it floated, and little silent lightning bolts came forth from it.

[Helen of Annoy]

Chapter IV

His head. It was definitely his head that was hit, he could tell by the blinding and deafening headache he got as he tried to open his eyes. Then he became aware of someone’s deep breathing... or was that growling? ... and his eyes opened to the sight of big, clawed feet, covered in scales, one step away from his nose. Joe scrabbled away quickly and fell back clutching his head, "Gotta remember not to do that. . . or talk!" Joe almost screamed as he clutched his head in agony. “I’m ****ing dead...” was the most natural thought he could have, sinking into foetal position on the floor, but then “OHMYGODTHEBALL!” pierced his mind and the pain retreated before the adrenaline flood.

While he was pondering the painful fact that even spacefaring, highly advanced species still had a preference for crudely hitting people over the head, his eyes slowly travelled upwards from the clawed feet. And there it was, the ball of iridescent blue light in Girndirnar’s hand. Joe locked eyes with the monster, for clearly that was what this Grindirnar was, standing six feet tall just like Joe, with cool blue pupil-less glowing eyes. Everything has its limits, the fear is not the exception, so there was nothing heroic in Joe’s decision to throw himself between alien’s legs, jump on his back and dug his fragile human fingers into hopefully vulnerable Girndirnar’s eyes.

The Grindirnar roared and pulled Joe off his back, throwing him across the room like a sack of potatoes; Joe forgot to take into account that space-faring races might enhance their own strength. He crashed into a storage-unit behind him, then glided down the wall while the revolting contents of shattered containers slithered onto the floor, spreading a foul odour that made Joe retch.

The Grindirnar looked different somehow, watching Joe retching on the floor, and Joe got another great idea. . . steeling his stomach for the disgusting task, Joe picked up some of his retch and hurled it right at the Grindi's face. The creature recoiled in horror and clutched its icy eyes, as the remains of Joe's breakfast embedded themselves with a sizzling sound in its scaly skin. Joe charged the monster and landed a strong kick to its chest, knocking it backward onto the ground, still clutching its face.

The monster was far from surrender, but Joe heard the sound of claws scraping metal floor, realising the company is coming, so he jumped up, grabbed the iridescent ball and started running like mad in the opposite direction of the sound of the clawsteps that, to his amazement, didn’t pick up the pace.

He sped through a narrow corridor, then into a giant mess hall big enough to accommodate a small army; he ran on, his footsteps echoing eerily in the empty space. There were still footsteps following him, but as he listened he realized they were still not picking up pace. There are only two possible explanations for such behaviour: either your opponent doesn’t want to catch you, or... you’re running into a trap.

Sure enough, Joe saw a strange, slow motion flash come from a corridor on the other side of the mess hall, and heard another set of footsteps coming from that direction. So he went under the tables, at least that will buy him few moments to decide what to do with this iridescent... “Hey, it’s not iridescent anymore!” Joe realised, hoping it means something other than the possibility it just started the countdown.

The ball started rolling around in Joe's hands as a low-pitched hum issued from it. The hum was actually words telling Joe to use his Polymerization Magic Card to combine his Three Blue Eyes White Dragon to form the Blue Eyes Ultimate Dragon (4500 atk 3800 def) and to use White Lightning attack.

“Well, I was hit really hard in the head just minutes ago...” thought Joe, not too surprised, besides the ball started to levitate, and whatever was to happen, he was not ready for it. The ball spun around, slow at first, as it floated, and little silent lightning bolts came forth from it. His body was petrified, but Joe was now certain the ball is not going to explode just yet, it’s going to clear the way.

[THE MATRIX]

Chapter IV

His head. It was definitely his head that was hit, he could tell by the blinding and deafening headache he got as he tried to open his eyes. Then he became aware of someone’s deep breathing... or was that growling? ... and his eyes opened to the sight of big, clawed feet, covered in scales, one step away from his nose. Joe scrabbled away quickly and fell back clutching his head, "Gotta remember not to do that. . . or talk!" Joe almost screamed as he clutched his head in agony. “I’m ****ing dead...” was the most natural thought he could have, sinking into foetal position on the floor, but then “OHMYGODTHEBALL!” pierced his mind and the pain retreated before the adrenaline flood.

While he was pondering the painful fact that even spacefaring, highly advanced species still had a preference for crudely hitting people over the head, his eyes slowly travelled upwards from the clawed feet. And there it was, the ball of iridescent blue light in Girndirnar’s hand. Joe locked eyes with the monster, for clearly that was what this Grindirnar was, standing six feet tall just like Joe, with cool blue pupil-less glowing eyes. Everything has its limits, the fear is not the exception, so there was nothing heroic in Joe’s decision to throw himself between alien’s legs, jump on his back and dug his fragile human fingers into hopefully vulnerable Girndirnar’s eyes.

The Grindirnar roared and pulled Joe off his back, throwing him across the room like a sack of potatoes; Joe forgot to take into account that space-faring races might enhance their own strength. He crashed into a storage-unit behind him, then glided down the wall while the revolting contents of shattered containers slithered onto the floor, spreading a foul odour that made Joe retch.

The Grindirnar looked different somehow, watching Joe retching on the floor, and Joe got another great idea. . . steeling his stomach for the disgusting task, Joe picked up some of his retch and hurled it right at the Grindi's face. The creature recoiled in horror and clutched its icy eyes, as the remains of Joe's breakfast embedded themselves with a sizzling sound in its scaly skin. Joe charged the monster and landed a strong kick to its chest, knocking it backward onto the ground, still clutching its face.

The monster was far from surrender, but Joe heard the sound of claws scraping metal floor, realising the company is coming, so he jumped up, grabbed the iridescent ball and started running like mad in the opposite direction of the sound of the clawsteps that, to his amazement, didn’t pick up the pace.

He sped through a narrow corridor, then into a giant mess hall big enough to accommodate a small army; he ran on, his footsteps echoing eerily in the empty space. There were still footsteps following him, but as he listened he realized they were still not picking up pace. There are only two possible explanations for such behaviour: either your opponent doesn’t want to catch you, or... you’re running into a trap.

Sure enough, Joe saw a strange, slow motion flash come from a corridor on the other side of the mess hall, and heard another set of footsteps coming from that direction. So he went under the tables, at least that will buy him few moments to decide what to do with this iridescent... “Hey, it’s not iridescent anymore!” Joe realised, hoping it means something other than the possibility it just started the countdown.

The ball started rolling around in Joe's hands as a low-pitched hum issued from it. The hum was actually words telling Joe to use his Polymerization Magic Card to combine his Three Blue Eyes White Dragon to form the Blue Eyes Ultimate Dragon (4500 atk 3800 def) and to use White Lightning attack.

“Well, I was hit really hard in the head just minutes ago...” thought Joe, not too surprised, besides the ball started to levitate, and whatever was to happen, he was not ready for it. The ball spun around, slow at first, as it floated, and little silent lightning bolts came forth from it. His body was petrified, but Joe was now certain the ball is not going to explode just yet, it’s going to clear the way. He followed the ball only to be led to the all powerful Iron Man Suit that fits him perfectly.

[Antimony]

Chapter IV

His head. It was definitely his head that was hit, he could tell by the blinding and deafening headache he got as he tried to open his eyes. Then he became aware of someone’s deep breathing... or was that growling? ... and his eyes opened to the sight of big, clawed feet, covered in scales, one step away from his nose. Joe scrabbled away quickly and fell back clutching his head, "Gotta remember not to do that. . . or talk!" Joe almost screamed as he clutched his head in agony. “I’m ****ing dead...” was the most natural thought he could have, sinking into foetal position on the floor, but then “OHMYGODTHEBALL!” pierced his mind and the pain retreated before the adrenaline flood.

While he was pondering the painful fact that even spacefaring, highly advanced species still had a preference for crudely hitting people over the head, his eyes slowly travelled upwards from the clawed feet. And there it was, the ball of iridescent blue light in Girndirnar’s hand. Joe locked eyes with the monster, for clearly that was what this Grindirnar was, standing six feet tall just like Joe, with cool blue pupil-less glowing eyes. Everything has its limits, the fear is not the exception, so there was nothing heroic in Joe’s decision to throw himself between alien’s legs, jump on his back and dug his fragile human fingers into hopefully vulnerable Girndirnar’s eyes.

The Grindirnar roared and pulled Joe off his back, throwing him across the room like a sack of potatoes; Joe forgot to take into account that space-faring races might enhance their own strength. He crashed into a storage-unit behind him, then glided down the wall while the revolting contents of shattered containers slithered onto the floor, spreading a foul odour that made Joe retch.

The Grindirnar looked different somehow, watching Joe retching on the floor, and Joe got another great idea. . . steeling his stomach for the disgusting task, Joe picked up some of his retch and hurled it right at the Grindi's face. The creature recoiled in horror and clutched its icy eyes, as the remains of Joe's breakfast embedded themselves with a sizzling sound in its scaly skin. Joe charged the monster and landed a strong kick to its chest, knocking it backward onto the ground, still clutching its face.

The monster was far from surrender, but Joe heard the sound of claws scraping metal floor, realising the company is coming, so he jumped up, grabbed the iridescent ball and started running like mad in the opposite direction of the sound of the clawsteps that, to his amazement, didn’t pick up the pace.

He sped through a narrow corridor, then into a giant mess hall big enough to accommodate a small army; he ran on, his footsteps echoing eerily in the empty space. There were still footsteps following him, but as he listened he realized they were still not picking up pace. There are only two possible explanations for such behaviour: either your opponent doesn’t want to catch you, or... you’re running into a trap.

Sure enough, Joe saw a strange, slow motion flash come from a corridor on the other side of the mess hall, and heard another set of footsteps coming from that direction. So he went under the tables, at least that will buy him few moments to decide what to do with this iridescent... “Hey, it’s not iridescent anymore!” Joe realised, hoping it means something other than the possibility it just started the countdown.

The ball started rolling around in Joe's hands as a low-pitched hum issued from it. The hum was actually words telling Joe to use his Polymerization Magic Card to combine his Three Blue Eyes White Dragon to form the Blue Eyes Ultimate Dragon (4500 atk 3800 def) and to use White Lightning attack. Joe was just about to shout into his head-gear demanding the Commander what on earth he was playing at, only less politely, when he realized that he had lost the communication device in the scuffle with the Grindirnar.