The Ballad of Micky and Ronnie

[The Lazy Peon]

Greetings, fellow Greenians.

This is a story- Not just a story, but a story that you (That's right you) can help influence. We don't need no steenkin' pictures, all we need is a good immagination: And you've got that, right?

Anyway, it took a few minutes, but here's what i've got so far- Enjoy, comment and tell us where to take this story! (please send Sneed or The Lazy Peon a steam message or reply on this topic!)

Cheers guys!

THE BALLAD OF MICKY AND RONNIE

-OR HOW THE UNIVERSE ENDS WITH MUTUAL INTEREST

Prelogue- An appointment with destiny

The air was heavy, he had felt like this before- but he couldn't remember when. There was a bead of sweat forming on his head. Why? He asked himself again, and again. He stared at the back of the chair, dreading what was sitting there. A cold laugh crackled. "It's time for you to join us, Ronnie." Said Fuhrer Velden.

Ronnie clenched both his fists and ass checks.

"Fuck you, FUCK YOU AND YOUR SCIENCE!" he turned quickly and violently and sprinted for the window.

“Don’t do it, you fool!" Came a voice from the back of the room, it was Micky. Ronnie stopped, and turned.

"Oh no, THEY GOT YOU! I THOUGHT YOU MADE IT OUT OF THE PLANE CRASH!" Ronnie yelled, the emotion in his voice was immense.

"Yes they did," Replied Micky, "And it felt good- come to the Pink side, Ronnie" He muttered. Ronnie's face went pale. He muttered to himself in a strange language that sounded like someone gargling a penis (Swedish)

"If you can't be on my side, Micky, THEN NO ONE CAN HAVE YOU!". Micky smiled, and drew his Shwing-saber: it was pink, unlike the old Green that Ronnie had remembered.

A tear welled in Ronnie's eye: He didn't want to kill his dearest friend, but he had to- not just for himself, but to save the galaxy from the evil Fuhrer Velden. Ronnie cracked his knuckles.

"Let it be," He said, and the battle began.

[Nobana]

Ronnie clenched both his fists and ass checks.

Fix'd