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August 2001
It was a fine day in Erichsville. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and Zab was beating the crap out of Joe. As the motley crew walked the picturesque streets of the quaint little metropolis, the guys saw a wondrous thing. A football party. As Carl, Joe, and Bob wandered off in an attempt to fulfill their primal urge to watch guys beat each other up, Zab and Ni decided it was time to do some much needed girl talk.
"So, Zab, whose the guy in your life?" Ni started, an eyebrow raised.
"I don't have a man in my life. I don't want, don't need, don't have a use for a boyfriend. I am perfectly happy being single. Boyfriends tend to be more trouble than they are worth." She stated her mantra as she cast a icy look at Ni. Ni only giggled.
"Do you know what you just did?" Ni asked through her laughter.
"...Crap. I just jinxed myself, didn't I?" Zab slumped her shoulders.
"Oh yeah. Big time. And guess what! Since you're the first non-taken female that Bob has seen in this dimension..." Ni trailed off, a big smirk on her face.
Zab tried to blush and turn pale at the same time. She failed.
"But...but... I don't..." she stuttered, at a loss for words.
"Sorry, Zab, but our wants have nothing to do with how the story advances. Remember the time I had to become a cross-dressing psychopathic therapist. It could be worse."
Zab just continued walking, looking miserable.
At the football party, the guys were having a much better time. They had met up with a bunch of guys that were sitting in the corner, rolling dice. Joe seemed happy to see them, asking how the campaign was going. There were seven of them, sitting around a table. At the head of the table was a guy next to a guitar.
"Not so good." answered a tall, dark haired guy sitting next to a guitar, "Norge, here," he pointed to the shorter dark haired guy next to him, "Just ate Ander. Then Jeeves, the dancing midget, played by Gerg, killed everybody and heard something move swiftly. Steve welded some armor to his skeleton, and Tom C just joined and stabbed some creature with acid blood. Plus that and we've been playing for three straight days...without sleep!"
Bob looked with trepidation at the group. They looked decent, yet they just sounded weird. Seeming to sense his fear, one of the players stood up.
"Hey, my name is Ander. Don't believe what these guys tell you about me. I'm not arrogant. I just am the best that ever will exist. Get over this. Let me introduce everybody to you. We have DarkNickJa, the slightly masochistic guitar player. Next to him is Norge, the Norwegian clueless guy. They guy hitting himself with a pencil is Gerg. He's harmless to everybody but himself. Steve, the idiot wearing black and sunglasses inside, is the "math guy." He's good at math and stuff. Tom C is sort of vague. He's the floater. He fills any available stereotypes that are empty."
"Ander," Gerg said, "Shut up."
Joe looked at his watch. "Look, I have to go and meet Ni at the Ping-Pong Halle. Thanks for introducing yourselves. You guys are probably due to make a plot point soon."
"Later," the D&D-ers (Dorks and Dweebs) responded.
What will the next plot point be? What will happen to Zab? Are she and Bob destined to be together? Will Joe get in trouble for being late for a date? The only way to find out is in
next month's...Bob Weekly!
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