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Prologue

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Gone are the years where humans ruled in chaos. With the ultimate fall of Saddam and others like him, World Order has been on the rise, up to the point where chaos as we know it is almost non-existent. All that remained are small secret encampments of rogues who still believe in the old ways, where the Greater Good did not triumph so ultimately.

In their last desperate attempt to preserve chaos and insanity, they banded together to create an artefact that they are to encapsulate in a time capsule to someday unleash again into the world.

One such attempt took place deep underground in a place called the Cave of Brothels. There, the greatest of the chaos rulers have placed all their differences aside to finally come together to leave their memoirs before they face their demise. Together, they are the Band of Brothers.

“Why the fuck is it so dark in here?” bellowed the ever hot Gusog.

Well, it is a cave, so naturally, there is no light. “Ooh! What does this do?” giggled silly little Mobs while groping around Dashbo in the pitch darkness. “Oh that tickles! Oh no, don’t touch that! Not tha…” was all that poor Dashbo could say before Mobs activated his Light of Revealing which instantly illuminated the area.

The light revealed the other two founding members of the fellowship. At one corner sat Rich and Kimmy, both comparing their sizes that they had stupidly built during their reign of chaos.

All five of them were seated on one side of a circular pattern on the cold cave floor. At the centre of their formation, a curious looking device sat on a pedestal. With everyone in plain sight, Dashbo had the beginning say. “This, my brothers, is the Pensieve. I stole it from old rotting Dumbledore when he kicked the bucket. Quite a nifty artefact. To do what we aim for, we have to recall all of our past adventures, intentions and exploits to draw them out of our minds and place it inside the Pensieve. That’s all there is to it. Now, we await the rest of our members.”

“Now, what does this button do?” Mobs’s sight, and finger, fell onto a control panel on the cave wall. With his touch, a section of the cave wall drew back like a curtain to form an entrance. There awaits the rest of the BoBs, ready to make their entrances.

“Wah kau, why make us wait so long? You think you big fuck ar, make us wait like that?” came the greeting from Altho.

“Aww… No girls?” Next came the plushie Poocha, waddling in.

The next person to make his entrance said nothing more than a soft growl, from the sullen Zombie.

The phantom-like Muzzy simple phased out of invisibility into the room.

Last but not least, came the self-proclaimed honorary member of the fellowship. Upon his arrival, his theme song played. “Singh, Singh, bayi Singh. Na na na na na na na!”

“Alright, what’s up swines?” Oh, the divinity of his words.

“Good, all of us are here now,” continued Dashbo. “Alright, settle down, and then we shall begin.”

After several moments of violent quarrelling over seats, all of them finally settled down. With a solemn face, Dashbo peered into the Pensieve, then at the rest of the Band of Brothers.

An evil grin hinted at the corner of his mouth. Insanity shall prevail, he thought.

Thus begins the Legacy of the BoBs.

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