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%% The Rumpus Chronicles Part V: The Return of the Rumpus %%
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%% By: The Reflex %%
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%% An Official_Omnipotent_Incorporated_Production %%
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It was a stormy night in the most distant reaches of Suburbia in Alief.
The lightening flashed overhead, streaking across the sky to illuminate a lone
figure with spiked hair and glasses standing in an empty field. Could this be
the one that they had thought was gone from their lives forever? A single
bolt of lightening burst from the rain cloud overhead and struck our solitary
person briefly lighting up his skeleton before spiking his hair even more. He
fell face first into the mud of the field and merely issued an "UNH!" before
he passed out. The Rumpus had returned.
The next morning, the rain clouds had briefly dispersed to allow some
sunlight to shine on Alief as all of the students started off to high school
ready for a Friday of hard work (yeah, right). It was the final year of
school for many students that would soon be starting either a career or
college. They had many things to consider and plan for over the next few days
as they prepared for graduation. The last thing that they believed they would
have to worry about managed to infiltrate the student body as they pressed
into Elsik Senior High School. Rumpus wore a florescent-orange rain coat with
a hood to cover up his hair and adorned sunglasses to avoid drawing
attention to himself and being recognized. He would merely be gathering
information today to plan for his ultimate revenge. What was he doing here?
Why did he return after being gone for so many years? Who or what was he
planning revenge against? We will get to these questions soon enough, but
meanwhile...
On the north side of the campus, Jason pulled his crappy blue 1982
Mustang in his parking space. He opened the door and got his books out of the
back seat. Slamming the door and giving the car a kick for good measure he
bounced his way up to the main building running into many of his friends along
the way. Out of the corner of his eye, he barely caught his old girlfriend,
Jennifer, narrowly jumping out of the way of a big red pickup truck (with
tinted windows and white mag wheels) that purposely seemed to be aiming at
her. The truck jumped over the drainage ditch and went driving off across the
practice football field before disappearing behind the annex building. Jason
would have sworn he could hear "Oh L'Amour" playing from the truck even though
all of the windows were rolled up on it. "I wonder if that could be who I
think it was..." he quietly wondered to himself.
"Hi, Jen," Jason said as he approached Jennifer.
"Oh, hi, Jason," Jennifer replied as she was climbing down off of the
telephone pole.
"That truck looked familiar. Something tells me it going to be a weird
weekend," Jason mused, "Can I walk you to class?"
"Sure," Jennifer replied in her most natural simple-minded way.
During lunch that day, Jason noticed a short, round person wearing a
florescent-orange rain jacket with the hood pulled over his head and Teenage
Mutant Ninja Turtle sunglasses in the lunch line. "I swear that guy has been
following me all day," Jason thought to himself as he sat down at his lunch
table. Rumpus was going through the line picking out food left and right. He
spent most of his time hovering over t
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