Masters of the Universe Introduction! The Figurative Birth of GnikOdranoel

At the announcement of Steem Lords Sir Gnik Ilmig was ready in body, mind, and spirit. To celebrate the announcement there were many, much, mad drinking to be had. Maybe a little too much drinking . . .

My body was ready

The next thing I remember is pulling my face out of a cold lumpy liquid which appears to be at best last night's stew. I grab a piece of dirty cloth which appears to be mostly clean and somewhat dry and wipe the stew off my face and foggily remember getting married, going on a vacation to a far away land called Wisconsin, and spending time with strange people I kept referring to as friends and family.

Ughhh.......

I look around and I appear to be the only one still in the pub and want some answers on what has happened.

WENCH!!!!!!!!!!

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"Yes" I here in an old husky and annoyed voice from behind my back, "so you're not dead then. I guess Fred wins the bet then, he had you waking up in 2 months 5 days and wins the 100 silvers."

What the heck, no one was going to do anything to help me and why does my back and head hurt so much?

The old man shifted uneasily clearly getting worried, "Well you kept grunting, farting, and breathing so we knew you were alive and someone tried to wake you with that pint over there, well at least what's left of the pieces that are on the ground around you. As far as your back goes some funny looking people stuck a dagger with a note on it and ran off toward that wierd looking light over there."

Well do you think you could help me out? What kind of strange place is this where it's acceptable running around and stabbing people and smashing things over there head when they are passed out.

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Hnnngggg. Well I guess that didn't hurt as much as my pounding headache.

Motu this way . . . Follow the light you idiot.

I look at the bar keep and ask him if I owe him any money.

He looks at the ground and replies, "Well patrons have been using the gold in your pockets to drink for the past two months so we're all square."

Well at least I now know why they haven't burried me out back. I hop off the stool and stumble my way out to the door waving goodbye. As I exit the pub I have to rub my eyes to see if I'm sti'll dreaming.

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I figure what the he'll things couldn't get much worse. I step through the portal, feel suddenly taller, craving pizza, and in what appears a cold, dark, damp tunnel. In front of me is a sword, staff, two sticks tied together with chains, and an empty space for what appeared to be a 4th choice. I feel the strange urge to pick up the swords, or at least that's the excuse I tell myself cause .... freaking samurai looking swords are flipping totally awsome.

I follow the tunnel to a room that is covered of pictures of a hottie in yellow. Not bad. In here I find three different color rags sitting around, with one rag once missing. I grab the blue one and head out.

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After wondering around for a couple of hours underground I finally find a way to make it above ground and see my reflection.

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Woahhh.

Out of the corner I here someone screaming, "What or who is that"?

Yeah I better get out of here I think to myself as I slip into an alley and make my way to the roof. Sitting there I think to myself that person had a point, who am I, who am I

And that's when GnikOdranoel is born.

Pow!

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And as if out of thin air I see a sign that says Motu this way, put on the blue rag on, and head out. For some reason I hear "autobots roll out" as the light begins to fade out.