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Chapter
1, written by Travis
"YYAAAWWWNNN"
Ave said as he rolled off his couch. The time was
1:35
in the afternoon, and he'd been up all night watching re-runs of
Fresh
Prince of Bel Air and Saved By The Bell. He got up and headed into the kitchen for breakfast, humming a familiar tune,
"Now here's a little story all about how, my life got a little turned upside down . . ." He turned on the TV to see CNN doing
a headlining report right outside of Chicago, at his school, Glenbard South High School.
"Woah, holy shit, something actually cool is happening in
this
place,"
he muttered, as he stuffed his face with oatmeal raisin cookies. That of course couldn't have been further from the truth.
"Alice Guadalupe here in Glen Ellyn, Illinois, reporting
on some important new information from the DUMB foundation (Dept. of Utterly Mindless Boredom). Some of their main scientists
and biochemists have found some amazing facts about the town Glen Ellyn, and the neighboring towns of Wheaton, Lombard, Lisle,
and Downers Grove. These towns, though having minor opportunities to partake in nightly activities, are by far the most boring
towns in Suburban Chicago."
"Uhh. . . uhh. . . uhhBWWAAAA?!?!?! I knew this town
sucked but
holy shit!" said Ave. So, in an unimaginable stupor, he grabbed the telephone
and called his friend Wazon Duex (he's French . . . or a fruitcake, we don't know).
"Dude!"
"Sup?"
"Like, woah man, woah. . ."
"What's goin' on?"
"Woah."
"Ave, if you don't tell me what the fuck is going
on, I'll hang
up the phone, drive to your house, and shove a 6 foot cardboard cut-out
of Conan O'Brien up your ass!!"
"Aight, aight, well dude, I just found out we live
in the most
boring city in Suburban Chicago."
"Really? Well . . . that's not right, man. We're
uhh. . . never
. . . bored. . . OK, we're gonna stop this boredom, right now man!
Right at the fucking source!"
"Uhh,
where's this "source", dude?"
Chapter 2, written by A. Sick Bean
Watsons dusty blue Dodge Caravan rolled to a stop alongside an abandoned farm silo.
Tumbleweeds and plastic Jewel shopping bags borne by the wind served as the only moving objects in the desolate plot
of land. Peering out the open window, Watson read a nearby sign:
ANIMAL, PLEASE INC.
Leapin lizards and rrascally rrrabbuts!
Oswego, IL 60543
Watson confidently hopped out of the Dodge. "THIS, my fair Aveitude, is the source." With
that said, he flipped out a pair of Foakleys and proceeded towards the neglected silo.
Not wanting to seem un-cool by any measure, Travis
searched his front pocket for his Foakleys, only to realize his J-Will jersey did not accommodate any pockets. He felt around the dashboard and instead found a handful of pine tree air fresheners. Satisfied, he then wrapped 4 on each wrist, and draped the rest around his neck in a sort of pine-scented
medallion.
"Where the hell are you Ave? God, I half expect that kid to screw himself in the ass while performing a 1080 in the Tropic of Cancer
or something," muttered Watson under his breath.
"Duuuuuuuuuuu why the
hell are we in a silo Watson?" pouted Travis, finally catching up. "I mean, if
you really wanted some corn, we could have just grown some in my backyard and----"
"Travis, how far is that
obtuse triangle lodged in your anal cavity? If I wanted corn, I'd go to fucking
7-Eleven and say 'Bitch, gimme corn!'" After taking the severity of the diss, Ave meekly stood silent, pretending to be interested
in his foresty smell.
Undeterred, Watson pressed onwards into the steamy
dark heart of the old cavernous building. For you see, Watson knew things that
poor Travis could not simply comprehend, such as the real identity of the source. Oh
yes, the source was indeed Oswego, but it was also something more. After making
numerous right-angled turns (as well as solving many little random decoder puzzles) Watson and Travis came to a narrow, dimly-lit
Jefferies Tube. All of a sudden, a man in an Elite Force suit with a nametag
that read Franklin leapt in front of the duo, and was summarily consumed by an alien beast that had recently appeared out
of thin air. However, the alien beast began to cough and sputter, then finally
combust due to the low game level of its meal. "Poor Franklin . . . .," mumbled
a grief-striken Travis. Nevertheless, the group pressed onward.
Finally, after many hours of walking (and of
pine-scented air fresheners), the journey had come to an end. For lo and behold,
in front of Watson rested a dusty cryo-tube. "Holy crap Watts, how long has this
thing been sitting in this crusty craphole?" queried a quizzical Travis. A blurry
digital clock at the top of the glass read as follows:
Gambino,
John F. Sick Bean, Bino, Binox
In cryo-stasis
since >>> 06-2000 AD
"Do you see why we have traveled this distance,
Travis?" boomed Watson. "THIS is the source.
I have had Bean stored here in this cryo-facility for almost 3 years now, waiting, WAITING for The Day when his services
would be needed."
The reality of the situation hit Travis like
a ton of feathers, or I mean a ton of bricks, or. . . . ah hell, they both weigh the same.
"Are you telling me Bino never really moved to Oswego? You can't be serious! He's come over to the Valley a million times since he's left. It doesn't make sense!" cried a confused Travis.
"How about if I told you that after I stored
Bean in this icy prison, I sold Glen Rice's soul to Satan in order to bring the Bean of the 43rd dimension here to Earth?"
said Watson. "Come on Ave, you didn't think the real Bean wrote all those Epic
stories, did you?" A stunned Travis leaned back against the wall, his fresh pine
scent enveloping him in a cloud. Well, he thought to himself, he's got a point.
"Ok," said Travis once
he had recovered his train of thought, "now that you've confessed turning the real Bino into a beansicle, what do you plan
to do with him?"
A starry-eyed
Watson turned and vaguely gazed upwards, much like they do in dramatic movies. "He's
gonna save the Valley, Travis," said Watson. "It's gonna be the Rise of the Beans." Only one problem lay ahead for both of them:
now that the truth had been told, how in the hell would they bring back Bino????
Chapter 3, written
by Bak
As the unfreezing process began, Travis began to ponder.
"Dude, didn't this like
happen in a movie before, like something about some nutjob hippie freak who would save the world?" he asked.
"Yes, yes Ave," responded
Watson, "ANY FREAKIN MORON WITH HALF OF A BRAIN WOULD REMEMBER THE EXACT SAME THING HAPPENING IN POSSIBLY THE MOST HOMORIFICALLY
ASS-TASTIC MOVIE EVER CREATED, JESUS HOW CAN YOU BE SUCH A LESBIAN?"
Travis, deeply offended by Watson's extreme intolerance,
decided to leave "the source" and return to the Valley where he could play Tony Hawk and continue to smell his pine tree air
fresheners. After about 59.6532 straight hours of Tony Hawk, Ave drifted into
a deep, deep sleep.
During Ave's dream, he began to foreshadow the
future. He pictured thousands of Beans overtaking the Valley to rid it of stupidity and boredom. The thousands and thousands of Beans all started taking form, and they began to connect to each other and
Ave saw a building start to form. He read a sign on the front of the building...
The Grand
Opening:
Odyssey Fun
World
Games, food
and music
Tonight's
guest musicians
Metallica
performing their hit ST. ANGER!!!
"Oh Jesus, God no not an Odyssey Fun World, just
because it has the word Fun in it doesn't mean we will be rid of boredom," exclaimed Ave.
"And everything will just be made worse when the sound of St. Anger is unleashed upon these suburbs. Oh holy shit." Ave awakened from his nightmare only to realize that he had not been sleeping, he
had passed out from the intoxicating aroma of pine.
"Phew!" said Ave, "That could have been the worst
hallucination I've ever had, next to the one where Watson raped a cow in a wind tunnel!"
A few days later, Ave heard shouting from miles away:
"HES ALIVE,
HES ALIVE!!!!"
"What the hell, that sounded like Wazon Duex,"
stated Ave. He decided to go outside only to find the one and only true Binox,
flipping out and destroying everything.
"Settle down Bean, what's
the matter?" questioned Ave.
"I CAN'T FIND MY BEAN-JO,
I CAN'T HELP YOU GUYS SAVE THE VALLEY FROM BOREDOM WITHOUT MY BEAN-JO!" wailed Bean.
"Whoa, its ok Bean I have a banjo upstairs that
you can have. I even have a game for Nintendo 64 called Banjo Kazooie that you can have too," said Ave.
"DAMMIT AVE, I SAID BEAN-JO, NOT BANJO I CAN
GO PLAY A DAMN BANJO IF I WANT, I NEED MY BEAN-JO!" shouted Bean. "BEFORE I WAS
FROZEN, IT WAS STOLEN BY A FAT BASTARD WHO GOES UNDER THE ALIAS, 'PANDA'." Bean
then went on destroying everything in sight.
Would this
be the end of the world or could Ave help Bean recover his Bean-jo from the clutches of evil???
to be continued...
"The Epic, Part III: Legion of the Embassy" (cont.)
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