Chapter Seven--The Mole People

Rajega, clad in pink argyle, sprinted across the green fields with Markofvious towards the Zimmerite camp. On their way, Markofvious spotted what seemed to be a cave just north of them. From the dark depths of the cave, they heard a shrill noise followed by the cheering of many people. While Markofvious knew they had to keep moving towards the camp, Rajega's curiosity got the better of him and he decided to venture into the cave. Knowing he could not defeat Ricarday without Rajega, Markofvious followed. As they entered the cave, a pungent smell filled the air. Markofvious knew what it was: it was the scent of excessive testosterone. Markofvious drew Raygen, his sword, from his sheath and Rajega summoned his gnome wizards, deetay and eliz, for protection. As they made their way into the cave, a giant winnie-the-pooh shaped manbearpig sprung forth from the cave, wearing the skin of other men and an Obama 2008 tee-shirt. Looking Rajega strainght in the eye the creature lashed out and tackled Rajega, shredding his Argyle sweater to pieces. It was the last thing Markofvious could have wanted. It was the Murrayman, a hairy half man, half bear, half pig who fed on the testosterone of other men. The Murrayman dug his fangs into Rajega's frail arm, sucking out his testosterone until Rajega sprouted large breasts and ovaries. deetay and eliz were no match for the Murrayman as he leaped off of Rajega and started sucking the testosterone out of them. Markofvious, known for his bravery, flexed his pecs, giving off the scent of manliness. Catching on to the scent, the Murrayman looked up at Markofvious and his manly abs. It was the meal The Murrayman had been waiting for. As he charged toward Markofvious at a top speed of 68 mph with headwind, Markofvious did a triple axle backflip and The Murrayman ran right past him, smashing his thick skull into the stalagmites ahead. The force of the blow caused the roof of the cave to crumble, burrying the murrayman under a heep of limestone and covering the exit. Markofvious was trapped. There was no where to go besides deeper into the cave. He pick up Rajega's frail body, now effeminate and beautiful, and carried him into the cave. As he walked into the depths of the cave, the cold water dripping onto his head, the sounds of shrill barking became more evident. As he kept going, a light in the distance appeared and the sounds got louder and louder. Markofvious had walked into the land of the Mole People, ruled by their king, His Majesty Hite Davidson. In the cave, Lord Hite was conducting his annual dogfight with his prized terrier Sweil. The challenger, the Fisherman of Northview, was no match for the sheer power of Sweil. As Sweil carved apart the Fisherman piece by piece, the crowd cheered and Lord Hite smiled, a rare sight. Markofvious had only one way to leave and he knew it. He would have to fight in the arena. Against Sweil.