Zodian the Po-tay-to
The lights were off. The shades drawn. And the loud blabbering sound of children's laughter had long faded away.
A potato lay upon a smooth table. It had been grown and raised in Idaho, stuffed in a burlap bag when it reached full size, and then, by traveling around quite a bit, came to be in the hands of a child in some sort of school facility. It was now after hours, late at night, and only one potato remained. With the exception of five toothpicks that where jabbed into the potato's sides, two more lower than the other, and a large gash on it's front, it remained fully intact.
Suddenly, for no apparent reason, the potato jolted to life.
It cautiously rose upon two of it's toothpick legs, and it stood for a moment, taking in the sights. Wobbiling briefly, it hobbled over to a pencil, and grasped it with it's remaining three wooden arms.
"I am Zodian, Premordial Sazar of the Intergalatic Produce Federation!", it bellowed loudly, the gash on it's front acting as a mouth. The voice echoed for half a second, then died, and the room presumed it's silent state.
Rain pattered on the window. Lightning flashed. And Zodian stood erect (tee hee!) upon the plastic table with the pencil grasped firmly in it's arms.
It remained this way for quite some time, going nearly an hour before a sinister sliding sound was heard. An abandoned piece of construction paper, the color of the ocean green, swiftly rose from it's resting place on the far end of the table. Various shapes had been cut out of it, leaving it with jagged, seraded edges and an unbalanced posture. It shuddered and started coiling and shaking about, twisting so it could maintain balance but still manage to keep one of it's more threating paper appendages pointing in the direction of Zodian.
"I am Kyashik, Colossal Mage of the Supreme Justice Institution!", cried the paper, using a hinged triangular flap as a speaking device.
The objects stood, facing one another. Both were silent. Both were prepared. Both were deadly.
Zodian charged first, thrusting the pencil forth like a javalin. It sheard a precariously placed limb from Kyashik's side, and it bellowed, swinging a claw like cut-out twords the potato. Since the toothpick legs could not bend, therefore not allowing Zodian the ability to jump, the potato mearly dropped to the ground and allowed momentum to over take him, sending him careering into the paper behemoth. His toohpick limbs jabbed the cheap, recycled material, tightly fastening the two fighters together, and creating one, jumbled ...thing.
It twisted, flopped, and then with a jerk of a paper leg, was jolsted over the edge, into a trash can. There was a crash and a cloud of dust, and then silence.
The rain had stopped. The wind died down. And the night continued in restful silence.
A potato lay upon a smooth table. It had been grown and raised in Idaho, stuffed in a burlap bag when it reached full size, and then, by traveling around quite a bit, came to be in the hands of a child in some sort of school facility. It was now after hours, late at night, and only one potato remained. With the exception of five toothpicks that where jabbed into the potato's sides, two more lower than the other, and a large gash on it's front, it remained fully intact.
Suddenly, for no apparent reason, the potato jolted to life.
It cautiously rose upon two of it's toothpick legs, and it stood for a moment, taking in the sights. Wobbiling briefly, it hobbled over to a pencil, and grasped it with it's remaining three wooden arms.
"I am Zodian, Premordial Sazar of the Intergalatic Produce Federation!", it bellowed loudly, the gash on it's front acting as a mouth. The voice echoed for half a second, then died, and the room presumed it's silent state.
Rain pattered on the window. Lightning flashed. And Zodian stood erect (tee hee!) upon the plastic table with the pencil grasped firmly in it's arms.
It remained this way for quite some time, going nearly an hour before a sinister sliding sound was heard. An abandoned piece of construction paper, the color of the ocean green, swiftly rose from it's resting place on the far end of the table. Various shapes had been cut out of it, leaving it with jagged, seraded edges and an unbalanced posture. It shuddered and started coiling and shaking about, twisting so it could maintain balance but still manage to keep one of it's more threating paper appendages pointing in the direction of Zodian.
"I am Kyashik, Colossal Mage of the Supreme Justice Institution!", cried the paper, using a hinged triangular flap as a speaking device.
The objects stood, facing one another. Both were silent. Both were prepared. Both were deadly.
Zodian charged first, thrusting the pencil forth like a javalin. It sheard a precariously placed limb from Kyashik's side, and it bellowed, swinging a claw like cut-out twords the potato. Since the toothpick legs could not bend, therefore not allowing Zodian the ability to jump, the potato mearly dropped to the ground and allowed momentum to over take him, sending him careering into the paper behemoth. His toohpick limbs jabbed the cheap, recycled material, tightly fastening the two fighters together, and creating one, jumbled ...thing.
It twisted, flopped, and then with a jerk of a paper leg, was jolsted over the edge, into a trash can. There was a crash and a cloud of dust, and then silence.
The rain had stopped. The wind died down. And the night continued in restful silence.