*We begin this story in the high plains of Scotland in the year 1518 where there is a special man named Kurch Macleod. There a major battle is occuring between two factions.*
Kurch: Whoa! Whats everyone fighting over?
Warrior: We are at war with Clan Fraser lad. They stole our recipe for Haggis and a fine recipe it was.
Kurch: We are fighting over Haggis?
Warrior: Aye we are. Grab your sword and attack but be where the Kurgan. A monster of a man and quite dangerous.
Kurch: Seems to me our Haggis recipe is more dangerous but what do I know. I am out here at 5 in the morning in my kilts with my "ponderflockers" freezing off.
*Suddenly a tall behemoth of man comes out of nowhere and thrusts his sword thorugh Kurch's chest. Kurch falls down instantly.*
*When kurch awakes he finds himself in a small hut bandaged up as best as 1518 medicine allows.*
Kurch: What the heck happened?
Maiden: The Kurgan got you. You should be dead. How you feel?
Kurch: Not so good.
Maiden: Hmmm you need food. Here is a big plate of Haggis.
Kurch: Ummmmmmmm I am feeling sudenly better.
Warrior: Its not normal. This man should be dead. He must be some sort of warlock to survive such a blow. I think he should be banished from the clan.
Maiden: He does not even like my Haggis. You are right he is not normal. Bansh him!
Kurch: Sheesh so much for the National Health Care in 1518. Ok Ok I'll go.
*kurch takes his few belongings and heads out but soon he runs into a mysterious stranger.
Stranger: Hello lad.
Kurch: Ummmm hi. Who are you?
Stranger: My name is Juan Frederico Jose Lupe Sánchez Carlo Villa-Lobos Pablo Ricardo Ramírez.
Kurch: Whoa thats a mouthful there.
Ramirez: You may call me Ramirez. I am here to help you.
Kurch: Help me. How?
Ramirez: The reason you survived the blow from The Kurgan is your are in Immortal. A special breed of man who can not be killed in a normal way.
Kurch: Wow. I am immortal. Cool.
Ramrez: Aye but there are things you should know. An Immortal can not sire children.
Kurch: Hey you mean I am stuck shoooting blanks for all eternity. That kinda sucks.
Ramirez: It is the price we pay for being Immortal.
Kurch: I would think 500 years or so of Haggis would be enough of a price.
Ramirez: Sadly no lad. Also the only way to kill an Immortal is by cutting off their head.
Kurch: Ouch!
Ramirez: All the Immortals are in a Game. A fight to the death. Did you feel strange when next to The Kurgan?
Kurch: Yes very odd.
Ramirez: That was The Quickening. All Immortals feel that it compels us to fight. Eventually the few of us that reamin will particpate in The Gathering. In the end you must always remember "There can be only one"
Kurch: Not two?
Ramirez: No There can be only one.
Kurch: So three is out too?
Ramirez: Yes only one.
Kurch: How about one dozen?
Ramirez: NO THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE.
Kurch: How about one and half?
Ramirez: Huh? No Lad only one!
Kurch: You seem rather rigid about the one thing.
Ramirez: Yes There can be only one.
Kurch: So only one of us will remain.
*Ramirez sighs*
Ramirez: Yes and that Immortal will receive the Prize.
Kurch: OOooooooooo A prize.
Is it a gift certificate to Best Buy? I hope. I hope.
Ramirez: Whats Best Buy? This is 1518. Only stores here sell kilts and haggis.
Kurch: Right right. Not sure if I want to decapitate a bunch of fellow Immortals for a gift certificate for Haggis.
Ramirez: The Prize is something very big a special power. Not a gift certificate.
Kurch: Ooooooooo a special power. Will it be like flying. That would be cool.
Ramirez: No one knows lad.
Kurch: Seems they should tell us if we are gonna kill ourselves over this thing.
*Ramirez sighs again.*
Ramirez: Come lad. We have much work to do.
Warrior: We are at war with Clan Fraser lad. They stole our recipe for Haggis and a fine recipe it was.
Kurch: We are fighting over Haggis?
Warrior: Aye we are. Grab your sword and attack but be where the Kurgan. A monster of a man and quite dangerous.
Kurch: Seems to me our Haggis recipe is more dangerous but what do I know. I am out here at 5 in the morning in my kilts with my "ponderflockers" freezing off.
*Suddenly a tall behemoth of man comes out of nowhere and thrusts his sword thorugh Kurch's chest. Kurch falls down instantly.*
*When kurch awakes he finds himself in a small hut bandaged up as best as 1518 medicine allows.*
Kurch: What the heck happened?
Maiden: The Kurgan got you. You should be dead. How you feel?
Kurch: Not so good.
Maiden: Hmmm you need food. Here is a big plate of Haggis.
Kurch: Ummmmmmmm I am feeling sudenly better.
Warrior: Its not normal. This man should be dead. He must be some sort of warlock to survive such a blow. I think he should be banished from the clan.
Maiden: He does not even like my Haggis. You are right he is not normal. Bansh him!
Kurch: Sheesh so much for the National Health Care in 1518. Ok Ok I'll go.
*kurch takes his few belongings and heads out but soon he runs into a mysterious stranger.
Stranger: Hello lad.
Kurch: Ummmm hi. Who are you?
Stranger: My name is Juan Frederico Jose Lupe Sánchez Carlo Villa-Lobos Pablo Ricardo Ramírez.
Kurch: Whoa thats a mouthful there.
Ramirez: You may call me Ramirez. I am here to help you.
Kurch: Help me. How?
Ramirez: The reason you survived the blow from The Kurgan is your are in Immortal. A special breed of man who can not be killed in a normal way.
Kurch: Wow. I am immortal. Cool.
Ramrez: Aye but there are things you should know. An Immortal can not sire children.
Kurch: Hey you mean I am stuck shoooting blanks for all eternity. That kinda sucks.
Ramirez: It is the price we pay for being Immortal.
Kurch: I would think 500 years or so of Haggis would be enough of a price.
Ramirez: Sadly no lad. Also the only way to kill an Immortal is by cutting off their head.
Kurch: Ouch!
Ramirez: All the Immortals are in a Game. A fight to the death. Did you feel strange when next to The Kurgan?
Kurch: Yes very odd.
Ramirez: That was The Quickening. All Immortals feel that it compels us to fight. Eventually the few of us that reamin will particpate in The Gathering. In the end you must always remember "There can be only one"
Kurch: Not two?
Ramirez: No There can be only one.
Kurch: So three is out too?
Ramirez: Yes only one.
Kurch: How about one dozen?
Ramirez: NO THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE.
Kurch: How about one and half?
Ramirez: Huh? No Lad only one!
Kurch: You seem rather rigid about the one thing.
Ramirez: Yes There can be only one.
Kurch: So only one of us will remain.
*Ramirez sighs*
Ramirez: Yes and that Immortal will receive the Prize.
Kurch: OOooooooooo A prize.
Is it a gift certificate to Best Buy? I hope. I hope.Ramirez: Whats Best Buy? This is 1518. Only stores here sell kilts and haggis.
Kurch: Right right. Not sure if I want to decapitate a bunch of fellow Immortals for a gift certificate for Haggis.
Ramirez: The Prize is something very big a special power. Not a gift certificate.
Kurch: Ooooooooo a special power. Will it be like flying. That would be cool.
Ramirez: No one knows lad.
Kurch: Seems they should tell us if we are gonna kill ourselves over this thing.
*Ramirez sighs again.*
Ramirez: Come lad. We have much work to do.
(And so begins our story. Stay tuned to this blog for the next thrill packed episode.)
