Here is the second part of my Untold Adventure Awaits

Here is the second part of my Untold Adventure Awaits

Series Name "Ft. Stone Telegraph"

Part 2

Holy horse shit, about 50 feet away is the scariest damn thing I have ever seen made more so by the fact that the damn thing looks exactly like Art, except this yahoo is like 10 feet tall, covered in a scaly hide, purple and thin as a rail. I almost forgot to mention his right hand is a hatchet and he is blabbering some gibberish over a cauldron. I say it looked like Art, but really it looked like it was wearing a mask of Art all elongated and pointy. Scary shit my friend. O and I forgot to mention the creepy altar, which was emitting the dark flame. That thing writhed like it was full of maggots. I never saw what it was actually made of because at this point I thought I would take a half a step back and launch some lead at its ass (actually it’s head, but hey you get the point). I kneeled down, getting a good solid firing position when the thing must have heard me….
It turned its head towards me. Man those eyes, dark pools that glittered and seemed to go on forever. I couldn’t move or think, my body wouldn’t react as the thing pointed a finger at me and then flicked its finger at me like it was castin’ off a bugger. An invisible wave slammed into my body, knocking me off balance. As I tumbled backwards I realized I was falling through a hole in the air. I slide through the hole and was dumped into a swamp of all places.

O man I hate swamps. They have all sorts of crawling things, they are hot and moist and just plain annoying. At least Never Miss wasn’t a paper cartridge shooter. She was wet, but a little water wouldn’t hurt her. She had been knocked out of my hand as a result of the fall, but I saw the butt of her stock peeking out of the water not far from me, so I scooped her up and gave her a good shake. I decided I best figure out where the hell I was and get back home before things got out hand with old Stretchy Art.
This is the weirdest swamp I had ever been in. It has all of the normal swamp stuff, but there was large bulbous plants, lots of pretty colors and large (say a handwidth) flying bugs. Luckily none bite me, but I still didn’t care for them. I started walkin’, but didn’t make it far before I heard this high pitched scream. Past me thunked what sounded like an arrow. It was short and stubby, but man it looked wicked. It smacked into one of the large bulbs on a plant. The bulb disintegrated on the spot, blowing sticky bits everywhere and that’s when I heard the rustling coming from my left side…..
I slide back into the foliage surrounding me (this time one of the huge mosquitos got a hold of me, but I kept my tongue). Out of the underbrush came, FLOWERs? Yes I mean flowers, well sort of. The best way I can described them is short, brutish and kinda man shaped with petals on their heads and mean lookin’ faces. From what I could only presume was eyeholes the little flowermen shot more darts a me. They seemed to have no problem knowing where I was at, but there aim was atrocious. I bet 10 of those darts went flying by me. There were about 5 of the flowermen, I reckon. I pulled Never Miss up to my shoulder, leveled her off and shot the lead flowerman in the head. In a large puff of petals the flowerman collapsed to the ground. At least I knew they were allergic to lead. I was getting ready to load up another round, but my cartridge belt had gotten tangled up in the fall through the air and I couldn’t manage to get another shot off before the flowermen got to me. Don’t get me wrong I like flowers, but I dread the thought of being strangled to death by one. So I decided that discretion is the better part of valor and high tailed it outta there.

#untoldbg, John Fiore