MSTed: The Seven Stars (Part 2 of Lots, LONG)

[Kevin Mowery]

this is only a dream. only a dream.
The sudden flash of a wicked smile, and I know her for who she truly
is.

CROW: Leona Helmsley.

Silverdancer?
"Silverdancer..." her voice sings in my head before she bounds away to
claim more souls.
no...this is no dream...this is real
The black curtain descends again, but not before the horror, the
truth, of the moment stains itself irrevocably into my soul. And with
that horrific stain of truth comes the damning realization that this
is how we died...
...that this is how I damned us all.

TOM: The end.
MIKE: Oh, we should be so lucky.

oh, god, no...
Shouts...echoes...sibilant hisses of hatred.
A'NAHL NATHRAK...

CROW: Gesundheit.
TOM: <Minnesota accent> Poor dear has a hairball.

no...
Death in D-minor.
Sympathetic pulse inside my soul. no...
what the hell is in my hands?

MIKE: Neither one of you answer that.

don't look...
Skurge. Hate/Pain/Death-Brother!
Fly-spawn mind-burrow.
Mindtouch...
"Tatternorn! The Void calls!"

MIKE: Tell the Void I'm not here.

sword/bladetalk?
"Yes. As never before..."

TOM: <sobbing> Who's talking? What's going on? Why? WHY?
MIKE: <patting Tom's shoulder> There, there. It's okay, honey.

Resistance—no avail. Here, in DruusDome, in the deepest bowels of the
Midnight Realm, there

CROW: Can't we just get... Beyond... DruusDome?

is no such thing as resistance.

MIKE: Or writing skill.

Here, the Shadar rule supreme. Here, for the glory of the Dark One, we
all shall die.
"Time to die, Tatternorn!"
fuck you and fuck that!

CROW: Pearl! You should be ashamed sending us this! We're
impressionable!

"See me and see yourself, VoidSpawn..."
Words of Hate in Hell-tongue.
Vision: Death-blade raised to eyes...purple runic rows twisting,
pulsing in time to heartbeat, three beats to one.

TOM: Readers washing down sleeping pills with sweet booze.

Realization: Hate/Pain/Death-Brother...The Pact Of The Impossible
Blade!

MIKE: Realization: Having a word processor doesn't make you a writer.

omygodthisisrealwakeupwakeupwakeup!
Rush: mad, rampant death-horde; a sea of black Shadar Steel in
danse-macabre, weaving the counterpoint to the D-minor thrum of Death.
"Don't just stand there, Tat! Kill him!"

CROW: Kill the author!
MIKE & TOM: Yeah! Kill him! Woo!

"C'mon, Tatternorn!"
"Do it, mon!"
"...too many of them to..."
my friends... my god...
Mocking denial Mindtouch as I am forcefully reminded of The Truth.
no, no gods any more. there never were...
"Fulfill The Pact, maggot!

TOM: Drop and give me twenty, maggot!

Face him! Face the only god that you know!"
damn you, Skurge...
Lurch-lunge-stumble-curse

MIKE: Stagger stagger trip roll stagger....

up the nine stairs of
blackest obsidian to face the Lord of The Dark, Lord Valthrustra: the
demon-god of the Shadar, absolute King of Hate!
Madness beckons with skeletal claws.

CROW: One Step Beyond!

His dead eyes gleam, my soul mirrored within.
Recognition. And with it, sardonic rictus sneer.
heknowsheknowsheknows

TOM: He Know She Know starring Kevin Bacon and Elizabeth Perkins!

"Kill him now, Tatternorn! Spill his black blood with Skurge before he
completes The Dragon's Breath!" ...who said that?

MIKE: We'd all like to know that.

Death-smile from the fiend.
heknows...
Urge. Hate. Fulfillment.
Strike and kill the Dark One.

TOM: Todd King.

but he knows...
He smiles and whisper-screams:

CROW: Later in the novel, he'll run-walk, laugh-cry, inhale-exhale,
and stand-sit.
MIKE: Whoever "he" is.
TOM: The fever dream of game fiction, folks.

"Heed the words of your Starin Archimage, VoidSpawn. Strike me!
Discover for yourself his betrayal. Set the wheels in motion and learn
the Price of Immortality..."
liar!
"There is but one truth! Strike me now, or be forever denied it!"

CROW: <Daffy Duck> I insist you strike me now.

i hate you...
"You hate yourself, VoidSpawn."

MIKE: Well, that's only reasonable.

no..
"Strike me, false Bard!"
no.
"Face me!"

TOM: <Dieter> Touch my monkey.

no. deny Him three times...
Mindtouch Skurge mock-laugh.
He does not give us a choice, Tatternorn!
Screams. Time: wounded by mortal blow. Space: ripped apart by
power-not-meant-to-be.

MIKE: Lunch: Soft Taco 10 pack.

Mindscream.
"Where are you, Silverdancer?"

CROW: Probably hiding and hoping the author won't notice her.

Down, down, down...

MIKE: We're going down, down....
TOM: No, Mike. No.

into the Electric Angel of The Void.

MIKE: It sounds like a cyberpunk porn flick.

...into The Void.

TOM: We gotta go, guys. <The three leave the theater>

TO BE CONTINUED...

All of the Mystery Science Theater characters are copyrighted by Best
Brains, Inc. _The Seven Stars_ is copyrighted by Nova Eth Publishing
and/or Todd King. No infringement on either copyright is intended.
Thank you, First Amendment!

[Jessica Wolfman]

Please, PLEASE tell me that thisn't how all 495 parts go.

You poor thing for having to MiST it.

Jessica Wolfman
loup...@webtv.net

[Kevin Mowery]

Jessica Wolfman (loup...@webtv.net) wrote:
: Please, PLEASE tell me that thisn't how all 495 parts go.

: You poor thing for having to MiST it.

Nope. Chapter two has actual sentences. And it gets funnier
(IMHO). I haven't been able to read Chapter 3 yet, since I'm still trying
to break Chapter 2 up into bits my newsreader can post without puking.
Chapter 2 features many exciting things: an emotionally-stunted
protagonist, happy mutants, annoying verbiage, depressing dialogue, and
many references to heavy metal songs that are no longer popular--if they
ever were.
That's without Mike & the bots, BTW.

: Jessica Wolfman
: loup...@webtv.net
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