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Whizbang the All-Powerful
Whizbang the magnificent, he had added 'the magnificent' himself, had finally done it. After years of searching and studying he had discovered a spell that would tranform him into the most powerful wizard that ever existed.
Now Whizbang was not, at present, a great wizard. He had some control over weather, and he was quite adept at handling lightning, but he dreamed of being WHIZBANG THE ALL-POWERFUL! He already had business cards printed, with bold lettering.
Yet it seemed, after years of searching through dusty old tomes, he had done it. It was surprisingly simple; the spell, found under the listing of 'Spell to become all-powerful', consisted of only three magic words and a lot of energy. The energy Whizbang could provide by using lightning. The three magic words he had committed to memory, 'flauff' which would force the energy to obey Whizbang, 'eebun', which would transform Whizbangs mortal body into an all-powerful form, and finally 'nee', which would bind the spell forever. Whizbang was careful with the magic words, it would be dangerous to use them too soon.
One day, and not a day too soon, Whizbang felt he was ready. He stepped outside his humble cottage and called the storm. The skies darkened, black clouds rolling in to cover the sun. Thw wind began to swirl, thunder beagn booming loudly enough to nearly deafen Whizbang. Lightning flashed from cloud to cloud, but Whizbang held the lightning at bay until such time as he would need it.
He confidently stepped into a carefully drawn pentagram on the ground and waited for the lightning to build a bit longer. Rain began to fall sideways blown by the swirling vortex of wind. The sky was as dark as midnight, lit poradically by the ever brighter flases of lighting.
Whizbang raised his hand to the sky and called the first magic word....."FLAUFF!" The rain ceased immeddiaely. Whizbang rinned and called the second magic word....."EEBUN!" The wind stopped as though it had hit a wall. Whizbang now caled down the lightning. As the powerful bolt hit his hand, he called the last magic word to seal the spell....."NEE!"
Whizbang was illuminated by the bright bolt of lightning and he could feel the transformation beginning. Again Whizang called the three powerful words....."FLAUFF! EEBUN! NEE!"
The flash from the lightning was seen from three kingdoms away. The clouds rolled swiftly away and a beam of sunlight illuminated the pentagram.
There, sitting in the center of the pentagram, was a small, pink, fluffy bunny.
The bunny twitched it's nose twice and then spoke in Whizbang's voice......."Damn!"
Some wizards have a very twisted sense of humor.
Whizbang the magnificent, he had added 'the magnificent' himself, had finally done it. After years of searching and studying he had discovered a spell that would tranform him into the most powerful wizard that ever existed.
Now Whizbang was not, at present, a great wizard. He had some control over weather, and he was quite adept at handling lightning, but he dreamed of being WHIZBANG THE ALL-POWERFUL! He already had business cards printed, with bold lettering.
Yet it seemed, after years of searching through dusty old tomes, he had done it. It was surprisingly simple; the spell, found under the listing of 'Spell to become all-powerful', consisted of only three magic words and a lot of energy. The energy Whizbang could provide by using lightning. The three magic words he had committed to memory, 'flauff' which would force the energy to obey Whizbang, 'eebun', which would transform Whizbangs mortal body into an all-powerful form, and finally 'nee', which would bind the spell forever. Whizbang was careful with the magic words, it would be dangerous to use them too soon.
One day, and not a day too soon, Whizbang felt he was ready. He stepped outside his humble cottage and called the storm. The skies darkened, black clouds rolling in to cover the sun. Thw wind began to swirl, thunder beagn booming loudly enough to nearly deafen Whizbang. Lightning flashed from cloud to cloud, but Whizbang held the lightning at bay until such time as he would need it.
He confidently stepped into a carefully drawn pentagram on the ground and waited for the lightning to build a bit longer. Rain began to fall sideways blown by the swirling vortex of wind. The sky was as dark as midnight, lit poradically by the ever brighter flases of lighting.
Whizbang raised his hand to the sky and called the first magic word....."FLAUFF!" The rain ceased immeddiaely. Whizbang rinned and called the second magic word....."EEBUN!" The wind stopped as though it had hit a wall. Whizbang now caled down the lightning. As the powerful bolt hit his hand, he called the last magic word to seal the spell....."NEE!"
Whizbang was illuminated by the bright bolt of lightning and he could feel the transformation beginning. Again Whizang called the three powerful words....."FLAUFF! EEBUN! NEE!"
The flash from the lightning was seen from three kingdoms away. The clouds rolled swiftly away and a beam of sunlight illuminated the pentagram.
There, sitting in the center of the pentagram, was a small, pink, fluffy bunny.
The bunny twitched it's nose twice and then spoke in Whizbang's voice......."Damn!"
Some wizards have a very twisted sense of humor.
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