The Kremling Horde
27-07-2005, 10:47
Swamps, Krocodile Island
A roar. "Katch da rope!"
A roaring reply. "Katched!"
And a bit of mad laughter mixed with a few barely articulated tunes. "Now PULL!"
The two Kremlings were standing on top of a krocodile frantically holding on to the rope, trying to stay where they were. Getting the old, rotten ship out of the swamp had been proven to be quite difficult, and the couple thousand kremlings currently trying to do so (While being constantly feasted upon by less-than-loyal carnivorous Kremfishes) didn't exactly like their job... Yet, it was certainly preferable to being used as guinea pigs in Roolenstein's experiments.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
"One less. Kekekeke." The whole swamp was full of laughter, screams, aggressive, oversized dragonflies, krocodiles, Kremfishes, ghosts, everything, deathtraps everywhere, the plants being the only thing one could possibly get a holdon to prevent being swallowed by the blubbering, smelling, almost alive morass that was the swamp.
It had been a while since the kremlings had arrived at their new home, and the Kremlings, despite being among the most horrible engineers one could possibly think of, had actually managed to make the islands (And the peninsula) they had choosen as their new home quite livable.
For Kremling standards, anyway.
Of course, the swamp was just... Bad, even for them, and not really comparable to the Beauty of Lake Orangatanga or Krazy Kremland (Admittedly, the latter tended to kill the tourists wanting to relax there), still, it was theirs, and it was a valuable defence against possibly unwanted guests.
And the fact that Kaptain K Rool liked to take his yearly bath there helped in making the area valuable enough to be cared for, despite all the barges that were lost in it.
"Now, PULLLLLLLLLLLLL!"
Slowly, the old, rotten ship came up, again, water and fishes with oversized teeth leaving it through windows, leaks and cannons, the fishes occasionally snapping off the wooden legs of the kremlings around.
The Kremlings in Haven were progessing. soon, the plundering could begin.
A roar. "Katch da rope!"
A roaring reply. "Katched!"
And a bit of mad laughter mixed with a few barely articulated tunes. "Now PULL!"
The two Kremlings were standing on top of a krocodile frantically holding on to the rope, trying to stay where they were. Getting the old, rotten ship out of the swamp had been proven to be quite difficult, and the couple thousand kremlings currently trying to do so (While being constantly feasted upon by less-than-loyal carnivorous Kremfishes) didn't exactly like their job... Yet, it was certainly preferable to being used as guinea pigs in Roolenstein's experiments.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
"One less. Kekekeke." The whole swamp was full of laughter, screams, aggressive, oversized dragonflies, krocodiles, Kremfishes, ghosts, everything, deathtraps everywhere, the plants being the only thing one could possibly get a holdon to prevent being swallowed by the blubbering, smelling, almost alive morass that was the swamp.
It had been a while since the kremlings had arrived at their new home, and the Kremlings, despite being among the most horrible engineers one could possibly think of, had actually managed to make the islands (And the peninsula) they had choosen as their new home quite livable.
For Kremling standards, anyway.
Of course, the swamp was just... Bad, even for them, and not really comparable to the Beauty of Lake Orangatanga or Krazy Kremland (Admittedly, the latter tended to kill the tourists wanting to relax there), still, it was theirs, and it was a valuable defence against possibly unwanted guests.
And the fact that Kaptain K Rool liked to take his yearly bath there helped in making the area valuable enough to be cared for, despite all the barges that were lost in it.
"Now, PULLLLLLLLLLLLL!"
Slowly, the old, rotten ship came up, again, water and fishes with oversized teeth leaving it through windows, leaks and cannons, the fishes occasionally snapping off the wooden legs of the kremlings around.
The Kremlings in Haven were progessing. soon, the plundering could begin.