Spooty
01-05-2006, 23:32
Spootopolis Mansion
Derek walked clumsily over the rubble which blocked the finally now open door, he was followed closely by Spiff who had a rag held tightly to his mouth and nose, "The stench is horrific! What was your brother doing in here?" Derek pulled off a sheet of plasterboard which revealed a load of dead rats, one of which looked to have been eaten.
"True, my inbred relative, though not my brother, was a bit foul, but he is family and deserves proper care." Dereks eyes were drawn to a large hanging over the fireplace
http://img359.imageshack.us/img359/7034/botamfamilytree1it.jpg
There was still space at the bottom and some names were missing, it looked to have been updated quite recently because Derek could see the name of Charles' 1 year old Half-Nephew, "look on the bright side, he hasn't removed us yet." Derek pointed his cane at the two names of Derek Spoot III and Samuel Spiff III, Samuel walked over to the hanging and laughed a little.
"He hasn't put on your son, and he's tried to get rid of Eric, the wee bast*rd" The name Eric Dutch was indeed grainy, for some reason Charles disliked the criminal mastermind and drug smuggler, "look here!" Samuel let out an alarmed cry, a thin thread led to a patch of uncleaned fabric.
A sheet of paper had fallen off and landed just below, Derek picked it up, on one side it read "James Botam IV" his heart skipped, Derek didn't know Charles had a son, he turned the sheet over and read a small passage, "Dear James, in my mentally unstable condition I have no doubt created a monster within yourself, I want you to understand that Derek could have done nothing to help you and I only hope you think to look here for this." Derek gulped, a monster?
Northern Wasteland
From across the country another man looked at the Family tree, he could have been only 26 years old and yet his mind screamed with hatred, he was thoroughly bruised and bloody, "Sir, we are ready for the operation, shall we commence?" James turned around to his follower, he sneered and nodded in acceptance, the blood stained eyes looking the man up and down, soon it would be time for him.
Spootopolis
"The first sign that there is an immediate time for distress is when the army you once put your faith into suddenly turn gun onto you and the smell of sulfer fills the air."
The Ringleader Guard had marched out from barracks, dressed in thier normal Red and Gold trim uniforms, rifles at hand, this made those standing round begin to scream and to run, for it had not been since the Spootopolis riots that there had been a need for armed guards, a man walked out from the crowd, he was dressed in Officers Uniform and took his place atop the Bardic Platform in the Town Center, "You are all ordered to your homes, the Botam Family has initiated a coup against the Spoot Dynasty, we are no longer taking orders from Spoot and will be fighting those still loyal!" The people were now running from the center as the former Guardsmen fanned out down the alleys to seek out those who would resist.
Derek walked clumsily over the rubble which blocked the finally now open door, he was followed closely by Spiff who had a rag held tightly to his mouth and nose, "The stench is horrific! What was your brother doing in here?" Derek pulled off a sheet of plasterboard which revealed a load of dead rats, one of which looked to have been eaten.
"True, my inbred relative, though not my brother, was a bit foul, but he is family and deserves proper care." Dereks eyes were drawn to a large hanging over the fireplace
http://img359.imageshack.us/img359/7034/botamfamilytree1it.jpg
There was still space at the bottom and some names were missing, it looked to have been updated quite recently because Derek could see the name of Charles' 1 year old Half-Nephew, "look on the bright side, he hasn't removed us yet." Derek pointed his cane at the two names of Derek Spoot III and Samuel Spiff III, Samuel walked over to the hanging and laughed a little.
"He hasn't put on your son, and he's tried to get rid of Eric, the wee bast*rd" The name Eric Dutch was indeed grainy, for some reason Charles disliked the criminal mastermind and drug smuggler, "look here!" Samuel let out an alarmed cry, a thin thread led to a patch of uncleaned fabric.
A sheet of paper had fallen off and landed just below, Derek picked it up, on one side it read "James Botam IV" his heart skipped, Derek didn't know Charles had a son, he turned the sheet over and read a small passage, "Dear James, in my mentally unstable condition I have no doubt created a monster within yourself, I want you to understand that Derek could have done nothing to help you and I only hope you think to look here for this." Derek gulped, a monster?
Northern Wasteland
From across the country another man looked at the Family tree, he could have been only 26 years old and yet his mind screamed with hatred, he was thoroughly bruised and bloody, "Sir, we are ready for the operation, shall we commence?" James turned around to his follower, he sneered and nodded in acceptance, the blood stained eyes looking the man up and down, soon it would be time for him.
Spootopolis
"The first sign that there is an immediate time for distress is when the army you once put your faith into suddenly turn gun onto you and the smell of sulfer fills the air."
The Ringleader Guard had marched out from barracks, dressed in thier normal Red and Gold trim uniforms, rifles at hand, this made those standing round begin to scream and to run, for it had not been since the Spootopolis riots that there had been a need for armed guards, a man walked out from the crowd, he was dressed in Officers Uniform and took his place atop the Bardic Platform in the Town Center, "You are all ordered to your homes, the Botam Family has initiated a coup against the Spoot Dynasty, we are no longer taking orders from Spoot and will be fighting those still loyal!" The people were now running from the center as the former Guardsmen fanned out down the alleys to seek out those who would resist.