“It’s been six months!” I screamed in the General’s face.
General Boldhold had been marching us silly for days on end. He had us on patrol from the walls of the city to the Straits and back again for six straight months never to be granted access beyond those vile city walls. Some men had collapsed, others had deserted our company, and few were left to trudge onward. I needed into that city. I needed to look that wizard king in his tiny, shriveled, twisted, little, spell-casting mug and say “Gimme that elf woman now-ish!”
“We’ll be through with our task soon enough Zidane aka Rose Petal.” The General barked. My arm had basically regained it’s previous state save for a red hue that still remains and I’d earned a new name. I wasn’t sure about this moniker but it did have some advantages.
After this exchange I kept quiet. Just kept walking and kept my eyes on the soil. I overturned every stone I passed with my foot and not a single one lacked the OMS stamp. I still hadn’t cracked that code yet. Another mystery from this shrouded wizardscape. Every bit of scenery in the region seemed like a setup. The HBO cameras followed our every movement as we suffered. The mini-series, it seemed, was a success.
We set up camp for the night after our second to-and-from trip to the Bezzian Straits for that day. The men sliced lorgan bread and steamed cheeses over a giant kettle. We ate well but where we excelled in quantity we lacked in variety. The same cheese and bread each night, although quite tasty, tends to wear on a soldier. That’s right. I’m a soldier. Me! Zidane aka Mark Farts aka Big Wind Chime aka Liquid Bricks aka Mason aka … Rose Petal. My real name? For now, I accept this one as such. Rose Petal. A real token. A symbol of what I have really gained! A red arm, and a quest to live for. The name Rose Petal hung on me like a medal from the neck of a great hero.
Mood: Heroic
Tags: zidane, mspaint, hell on earth, mspaint.exe, wizardscape, it's back, HBO mini-series, pre-production, violent eruptions, liquids, paint
