: Of course, if we go by Tolkien's suggestion that the old
: races are still there, but hidden away and few in
: number, then the potential for mayhem increases
: exponentially. Imagine: (Martel switches to
: "narrator voice"): "Reaslising the need
: to halt the advance of the Leveller once more, the
: Dwarves marched out from their underground tunnels,
: bringing with them the War Golems (read: Battledroids)
: and rods of flame (read: plasma rifles) they had
: forged in their millenia of isolation. From the dense
: jungles of South America the Fir'bolg stalked, ready
: to lend their expert snipers and commandoes to the
: frey. With sorcery and technology combined, it seemed
: at first that the shambling Thrall could not stand
: before the reformed armies of Light. But it was not to
: be so. Across the world, Dark things stirred. The
: Ghols, embittered with distant memories of their
: ancient emnity with the Dwarves, threw in their lot
: with the Dark. In this age, it was paradise for a race
: of scavengers like the Ghols. With a little practice
: (and a not insignificant number of fatalities), a few
: Ghols learned how to use a rifle or bazooka, while
: others learned of the myriad things one could do with
: imaginative use of radioactive waste... In Norway, the
: doors of long forgotten crypts creaken open and from
: them filed the Myrmidons, ancient warriors harbouring
: an ancient fury. And, meanwhile, in the Orkneys, the
: cruise liner Hyperion came to a shuddering stop as it
: crashed into an unexpected rock jusr below the surface
: of the water. But not just any rock: "OW. U HIT
: QUASSARE VIS ON HED. I KIK U!"
*Laughs so hard he falls off his chair"
This could be very interesting...
But personally... I would like to stick to something that did not have the fantasy and the sci-fi mix (too complicated).
It would be very funny to see Thrall downed by sniper rifles or plasma guns.
Seraph of the Uncontrolable Laughter
