September 18, 2008
Story Paragraph Phorm :D (revised)
Franky trudges off to work with ID card in one hand and a case in the other. He walks up to a punch in clock on the wall and swipes his card. it beeps and he sighs as he turns around and drags his feet to a locker. he fiddles with the lock and pries the creaky door open revealing an empty shelf in the top third of the locker and a wide battle axe with the corporate logo on the blade, resting in the lower portion of the locker. he slings his case up into the empty shelf and flicks the knobs on the side of the blackened leathery case. it clicks as the lid heavily pops open. he pulls out a paper bag with a grease spot at its base and a picture frame of his family. he places the greasy bag on a table behind him and hangs the picture up on the barren white wall. he straightens the picture and turns towards the locker one last time. he stands in front of the locker and stares down at the axe. He then straightens his posture and realizes he neglected to attach his ID to his belt. He brushes off the name tag revealing his name: Franky.
Franky groans as he looks off to his right at a pile of gold, silver, and various gilded gold art objects; (chalises, statues, etc..) neatly arranged on the far end of the dungeonesque room. the room is all but remarkable with grey and sandstone colored rock assembled in a gridlike pattern. torches hang on the walls, flickering as they throw an orange and red glow. dripping is heard as Franky falls silent in thought.
just as Franky falls into a pensive state, a buzzing alarm is heard and a bright red light flashes near the punch in clock. Franky perks up and brings his attention to the entrance. He furiously grasps the battle axe from his locker and bounces and bounds to the entrance. as he approaches the wide entrance, Franky starts to growl and snort loudly. Coming towards the entrance is an invader of some sort, and Franky knows it. Metallic clinking is heard from within Franky’s work area which grabs his attention. He pauses briefly and looks towards the metallic clinking. Just as he turns his attention from the entrance, a large boulder with the company logo on it rushes towards the entrance. Franky dives out of the way as the large rock careens out the entrance. a loud scream of pain is heard, then silence as the rock’s massive weight slowly fades in the darkness of the dungeon.
The alarm stops buzzing and the red light stops flashing. Franky picks up his axe and rests it on his shoulder as he slowly walks back towards the pile of treasure, staring at his feet. Franky brushes off an area of the floor next to where he hung his family picture up and sits down on the ground, waffing up a small cloud of dust from his massive weight.
Another alarm sounds, waking Franky from dozing off. Franky remains seated, but perks his head up and watches as another boulder drops from the ceiling and rushes out the entrance. Another scream is heard, then silence as the light stops flashing and alarm stops buzzing.
Franky shakes his head, catching a glimpse of his axe leaning unused next to him. he pokes the axe and it falls heavily to the ground with a loud clang. Franky rests his head on his forearms once again as the dust settles from where his axe fell to the ground.
Another alarm buzzes loudly, waking Franky up from his slumber, drool dripping down the side of his chin. Franky wipes the drool from his chin as he slowly stands up; boulder rushing by behind him. He approaches the picture of his family. Apparently it is an old picture. He stares closely at the picture as the room falls silent and red light stops flashing.
In the picture, it is a younger Franky wielding a battle axe triumphantly in one hand, his foot standing over a fallen adventurer. Next to him is his wife and baby child. Apparently this is an old picture judging from the graininess and creases in the photo.
As Franky stares at the picture, an alarm sound once again. Franky clenches his fists and curls his lip as his head slowly turns towards the punch-in clock. He grabs his axe quickly from the dirt, leaps to the alarm and starts swiping at the punchin clock. the alarm whirls to silence, but red light persists to flash. The alarm dies down as a mechanical clinking is heard. He then double grasps his axe and lunges to where the boulder would fall from the ceiling. Realizing the metallic clinking is not coming from the ceiling, Franky turns toward the entrance. A shadow is seen approaching from down the dungeon hall towards the entrance. Franky smiles brightly as he rushes out of the treasure room.