Marionette Mafia
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The puppet master sighed. His act was getting old, and he couldn't afford new puppets. So he decided to write a new act using his same old puppets. He had fourteen of them, and he loved them, and they loved him. Well, most of them did anyway.
Oh yeah, his puppets weren't inanimate. Just thought I should mention that.
Anyway, the new act proved to be a big success, and the puppet master was soon swimming in money.
That may have been a hyperbole, but my teachers taught me that hyperboles are the best thing evar in teh universe.
One night, a friend came over to visit the puppet master. He asked the puppet master what he was going to do with his newfound riches?
The puppet master responded, "Certainly not get new puppets. I love these puppets, and they love me, and getting rid of them would pain me oh so much."
Unfortunately, a few puppets were listening to the conversation. You might be wondering why that's unfortunate? Well, the old man puppet was there, and he was hard of hearing and a tad senile.
This wouldn't have been a problem if not for the other puppets with him. They were the few puppets that didn't return their master's love. And they convinced the poor senile puppet that their master was going to throw them all out.
Then some crap about the old puppet being the 'Chosen One' who had to liberate the puppets was talked about.
So the 'Chosen One' waited until the puppet master's friend went to the bathroom. He then confronted his master.
"Death to puppets haters," the Chosen One hissed. Then he stabbed the puppet master.
Oh yeah, he kind of sharpened one of his hands to a point. That's were the stabbing came from.
Oh yeah, his puppets weren't inanimate. Just thought I should mention that.
Anyway, the new act proved to be a big success, and the puppet master was soon swimming in money.
That may have been a hyperbole, but my teachers taught me that hyperboles are the best thing evar in teh universe.
One night, a friend came over to visit the puppet master. He asked the puppet master what he was going to do with his newfound riches?
The puppet master responded, "Certainly not get new puppets. I love these puppets, and they love me, and getting rid of them would pain me oh so much."
Unfortunately, a few puppets were listening to the conversation. You might be wondering why that's unfortunate? Well, the old man puppet was there, and he was hard of hearing and a tad senile.
This wouldn't have been a problem if not for the other puppets with him. They were the few puppets that didn't return their master's love. And they convinced the poor senile puppet that their master was going to throw them all out.
Then some crap about the old puppet being the 'Chosen One' who had to liberate the puppets was talked about.
So the 'Chosen One' waited until the puppet master's friend went to the bathroom. He then confronted his master.
"Death to puppets haters," the Chosen One hissed. Then he stabbed the puppet master.
Oh yeah, he kind of sharpened one of his hands to a point. That's were the stabbing came from.
The Puppet Master, 2-Shot Governor
Then his friend came back. The only word he got out was "Oh".
The Puppet Master's Friend, 1-Shot Commuter
At least his bladder was empty.
With the deeds done, the evil puppets moved in.
Morning came, but only thirteen puppets were there. They frantically searched for the old man, and found him next to the two human corpses. He was barely alive.
"How did this happen?" asked one puppet.
"I... I was a fool. I deserve to die. I killed them. I was tricked by some other puppets. I can't remember exactly what happened after the murders. There might have just been three evil puppets that mobbed me. Or maybe there were four, and then they split into two groups of two? Or maybe it became a three versus one? Or it might have been something else... I don't remember. But do remember. Don't succumb... To... The... The... The EEEEVILLLLLLLL!" And with that, he was dead.
Morning came, but only thirteen puppets were there. They frantically searched for the old man, and found him next to the two human corpses. He was barely alive.
"How did this happen?" asked one puppet.
"I... I was a fool. I deserve to die. I killed them. I was tricked by some other puppets. I can't remember exactly what happened after the murders. There might have just been three evil puppets that mobbed me. Or maybe there were four, and then they split into two groups of two? Or maybe it became a three versus one? Or it might have been something else... I don't remember. But do remember. Don't succumb... To... The... The... The EEEEVILLLLLLLL!" And with that, he was dead.
Old Man Puppet, Senile Chosen One
'Met his maker'. That's funny. Because he killed his maker. And now he's dead too. I kill myself some times.
The thirteen remaining puppets vowed vengeance. They would find the evil scum hiding within them. They would avenge their fallen...
The thirteen remaining puppets vowed vengeance. They would find the evil scum hiding within them. They would avenge their fallen...
