Board Thread:General Discussion/@comment-31406004-20160501232242/@comment-31406004-20160523025134

Writer of Nightmares: And now, to test the Coach of dots-

CoachSDot: (afar) I heard that!

Writer of Nightmares: (Let us see how loyal he remains to his soon to me formor friends when I am done)

The writer of nightmares appears in CoachSDot's plane of challenge

CoachSDot: Uhhhhhhhh, nice weather huh?

Writer of Nightmares: This plane of existence does not undergo what you call, "Weather". I know many things, I can answer the questions you have about your past.

CoachSDot: And what do you know that I don't know?

Writer of Nightmares: I can show you something no one in your plane knows of. I can show you the future. I can help you relive the past. But in turn you must serve me in the present.

CoachSDot: (Pauses to think) We'll, depends on what you want me to do.

The dark being creates a vivid image in CoachSDot's mind. An image of his past as a member of an ancient clan

''My goal is to perfect your plane. To do that I need your help.''

CoachSDot: Slow down for a moment. So there were kingdoms, then realms, sub realms, mother realms, and now it's expanded to entire planes of existence?

''I can explain. But anyway. Have you ever been tired of being stuck in the body of a Peashooter?''

CoachSDot: Uh, yeah. I like the way it is, but my power is so limited too.

Then heed my words...

500 years ago.

''Long ago, in the ancient, mountainous Randu Realm, lived a clan of shapeshifting beings. The many clans lived in harmony together and each chose a specific animal to remain as for most of their lives. Within the Rey-Du-Kai clan of squirrels three royal children were born into the world recently. One however was unlike the others''

Royal Advisor: Your majesty, with a due respect I would like to know why you decide to allow Makraite here to play all of these video games?

King: I find no disrespect in your words, but our son may play as many games as he wishes as long as his transformation process isn't influenced by it.

Advisor #2: But at such a young age, he may start becoming things from those games instead of whatever he needs to be to survive!

Queen: Honey, I love him but what if they are right? Why can't he be more like our other children. Everyday the moment they wake up they begin training in combat, transformation arts, and study for school. Meanwhile Makraite does nothing but eat, sleep, play, and repeating the process daily.

King: I do not see why he cannot amount to anything. (Stands up) very well, we will heed your word and train our son ourse-

Suddenly a gaurd, beaten and bruised, limps into the castle.

Gaurd: Stolen! The Tablet of infinite power, taken away!

Advisor #2: By who?

Gaurd: A-a moving plant of all things! It was bizarre. It killed the entire gaurd! He moved at lightning speed, shot vegetables at us! When we managed to corner the fiend, it dug itself into the ground and shot everyone dowm with lighting fast arrows. I was the only survivor...

Queen: (Gets up) This is unacceptable! I demand s village meeting at once!

Back in the present