The Jadedvisalian

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Welcome to the 2nd season of Stan Prolongo. Story written by Justin Lowmaster from The Space Turtle Blog. Voice of Stan Prolongo provided by DAVe Avila from The Jen and DAVe Show. If you have a podcast and would like to use Stan Prolongo for content in your show. Please do 2 things for us. Cut of only the ending credits and link back to this site. Thank you!

As the light started to come back, a muffled voice seemed to be desperately apologizing to me. I didn’t understand what was happening at the time, but everything came back when someone started examining the side of my head and white hot pain shot through my skull like lightning through a punk with a coupon book for piercings at Skin Lab. My eyes popped open and I swung at my assailant. Luckily I noticed that Collette was my assailant, and managed not to hit a lady. She said she didn’t know it had been me until it was too late. I gave back her glasses. They were a bit crooked, but they just made her look cute. I stood to my feet, slid back down the wall, then managed to slowly stagger upright, leaning on the wall.

“So much for this hard hat,” I says. “Didn’t seem to work.”

“It might have,” Collette says. “I hit you on the side of the head. If you didn’t tilt it sideways like a fedora … but it blocked some of the blow.”

“I came to rescue you,” I says.

She points out that if I wanted to rescue her, that I shouldn’t have closed the door behind me. I looked and saw that the door would not open from this direction.

“How do they go out after they come in?” I ask.

“They never close the door.”

I stared hopelessly at the blocked doorway. Hope flooded in like the tide when I saw the door open. Hope slid back to the sea when I saw a giant of a man standing in the doorway.

“Let me,” Collette said.

Before I could stop her, she stepped from behind me. The huge mountain started forward. He started downward after Collette smashed his head in with the same rock she’d pummeled me with.

“You’ve got a lot of strength for a librarian,” I says.

“I read lots of encyclopedias.” she said, grinning.

“Do you know what’s going on here? Why did they kidnap you?”

“Because only I had access to the books, the ones I’d let you read, the ones that revealed the secret to this underground mausoleum.”

“There’s a secret? What is it?”

She looked at me for a long moment, like I had just said something so stupid and it actually caused her brain to have to restart.

“I don’t know the secret, you were reading the books. Didn’t you find the secret?”

“No, I didn’t see anything about a secret. How do you know there is a secret?”

“I asked why I’d been kidnapped, he told me there was a secret.”

“I guess I’m not as good at using a library as I thought.” I says.

I headed out the door.

The remaining goons in tights came rushing from the left.

“Come and catch me!” I yelled at them.

I stepped back in.

“Stand here, by the door.” I says.

Each and every one rushed in after me. They grunted and cried out when they ran into the back wall and each other. I pulled Collette with me back out, then I shut the door behind me.

I tried the door across, but it didn’t budge. The center door did. It appeared to enter into a burial chamber. We stepped inside.

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Welcome to the 2nd season of Stan Prolongo. Story written by Justin Lowmaster from The Space Turtle Blog. Voice of Stan Prolongo provided by DAVe Avila from The Jen and DAVe Show. If you have a podcast and would like to use Stan Prolongo for content in your show. Please do 2 things for us. Cut of only the ending credits and link back to this site. Thank you!

There I was picking up Collette’s glasses and putting them in my pocket. As I continued down the poorly lit tunnel, I had to wonder why she would have been kidnapped? Was it a way to get at me? But I had just met the librarian. Did she play a part in this I had yet to discover? I wished I’d have more time to research Baron von Eighlegs’ family tree. I wish I’d come better prepared. I wish I’d eaten a ham sandwich, I was really hungry. I had nearly turned a corner when I heard voices. I stopped to listen.

I heard a maniacal voice shouting for a group of people to look at the headlines. In bold print it said Visalia was up in a panic at all the strange happenings. The voice was slap happy that his plan would succeed. The speaker’s minions were to go forth to save the city from chaos and bring a sense of order and lull everyone into a sense of security. This villain was revealing his evil plan to be the hero and then once he had control he would systematically destroy all of Visalia. I had to give him credit, it was a good plan.
I tiptoed around the corner. Before me opened up a small cavern. It rested in an deep impression in the ground lit with flickering torches. A man wearing a ridiculous black leotard covered in a spiderweb pattern stood on a dais or for you uneducated types. A really small stage. He wore a strange mask covered with black eyes. Encircling him stood ten minions, fists raised high. They gave a preemptive shout of triumph. They too were dressed in spandex and capes, looking like a group of superhero wannabes. I bet I would see better costumes at a comic convention. Not that I attend them. I’ve heard people talk. Maybe if I found the controller to the spiders I am sure I would find attached to the back of everyone’s neck, I could stop this madness.

I found a ladder that took me down into the shadows and I saw a doorway behind them all. I thought myself I could easily make it down the ladder and to the door without being seen. I proceeded very careful like. I did not want to alert anyone as I lurked about. As I step down the ladder , the ladder broke and of course alerted everyone.

I sprung to my feet as Spiderweb pointed and shouted,”Kill him!”

I made for the door. If I could bottleneck them in the doorway and force them to fight me one at a time maybe I would have a chance. I sprinted and reached the door. The mob was seconds behind me. The door was locked. I turned to see a guy in blue rush at me head first. Torchlight flickered off his shiny bald head. Just before he crashed into me, I sidestepped and grabbed his cape and helped myself to a battering ram. I smashed his head into the door. It clanged loudly. I learned that the door was metal. I hadn’t been able to tell in the dim light. He crumpled to the rocky floor. Then I noticed the hand print reader beside the door. I turned back around and two more thugs, whom I shall refer to as Red Stripes Man and Yellow Pants Lady were on me. I ducked a punch from Red Stripes but got kicked in the hip my Yellow Pants. I stayed balanced, but it would bruise. I punched Red Stripes in the gut and he keeled over, gasping. I stood up to Yellow Pants and said she hit like a girl. She said, “Well, I never!” and slapped at me. I danced out of the way and her open palm hit the hand print reader. The door opened. I darted inside. Yellow Pants tried to follow, but so did an oafish fellow wearing green tights. They stumbled over each other and blocked the doorway behind me. Instead of staying to fight, I turned and sprinted down the hallway, looking for any door that looked promising. I turned the corner and found myself at the end of the hallway, with three unlabeled doors to choose from. Behind me, I heard the clatter of footsteps as my pursuers regained their legs and followed me. I opened the door to the right and entered, closing the door behind me. I turned to see a blur of motion, and everything went kinda fuzzy.

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Welcome to the 2nd season of Stan Prolongo. Story written by Justin Lowmaster from The Space Turtle Blog. Voice of Stan Prolongo provided by DAVe Avila from The Jen and DAVe Show. If you have a podcast and would like to use Stan Prolongo for content in your show. Please do 2 things for us. Cut of only the ending credits and link back to this site. Thank you!

There I was following the moans and guttural cries for brains, we, I mean Brad the previous zombie and I found the other four zombies Lewis, Chris, Taylor, and Jennifer. We had to act all infected like while we headed back towards the lair. Once at the entrance, in the woods several yards away from the construction site, we quickly removed the spiders from the backs of their necks and explained the situation. I explained that strange things were afoot and that someone had a plot to turn Visalia into a panic stricken town by releasing false zombies,a very misfortunate mothmen, and mind controlled attack fish into the city or lake as the case may be. All the zombies wanted revenge at losing two weeks of their life. I simply wanted to know why.

The opening to the lair was actually a back door. A vine covered hill hid the doorway. We went inside, still acting as zombies. Unfortunately, the guardian knew right away we were not under control by way of the spiders after failing a grueling half hour test of simon sez. Before us stood a tall man dressed in flowing black robes. Tousled black hair covered his head. He stared down his angular nose at us.

“You should not be here,” he says. Then he tossed sand at us. I turned away, the brim of my hard hat blocking the grit. Everyone else fell asleep right there.

“So,” I says. “You must be the sandman.”

“I am, now, sleep!” he says

He threw more sand, which I again avoided.

“You’ll have to try harder,” I says.

He pulled out a tube blew into it, shooting a ball at me. It hit my chest and burst into a cloud of sand. I wrapped my coat around it, trapping the sand. He loaded another ball, but I rushed and blew in the tube before he could. The ball flew into his mouth, causing him to cough. I grabbed the tube and smashed it over the sandman’s head. He fell. I pulled the spider from his neck and continued deeper into the lair. I felt something under my foot and stopped, expecting a trap. Instead I found the slightly bent glasses of Collette the librarian.

 

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