Prologue - Prologue
Wilhelm Tiffany Winklebottom: Man of mystery, conspiracy, intrigue, and most importantly, a history advisor for a book publishing company. Or at least he was…..once. Despite that dramatic pause, it wasn’t graceful in the slightest. The book he was working on mysteriously disappeared, and he had nothing left to live for…..or did he? I used the dramatic pause again, but I don’t really care. Anyway, back to this story, he moved to India to rediscover himself, but he knew the real reason he was there….the aliens. See, I did it again. I really should stop, and at that, I should put parentheses in this internal monologue so that the story transitions more smoothly, but I don’t really feel like it to be honest.
After he visited India, he stayed under the radar doing “obscure” jobs in Western Europe, until becoming a bounty hunter in Luxemburg. He liked it because it had a rich heritage and had the charm of France and Germany all in one comfortable little city-state, as well as the beautiful sightseeing in the Black Forrest. He also enjoyed it because it had a vital resource that he needed. JUSTICE. (Unfortunately, I’m not going delve into that part of his life, as it is too extreme and has too many explosions to be remotely interesting.)
However, fifty years later, as a gaucho llama rancher in Argentina, his life fully realized at the age of forty-five. But that would all change……(I did it again. And to think I was on a roll, too. I’m sad now.) One sleepy Thursday afternoon, Wilhelm, tired after watching all of his underpayed ranch hands care for the llamas, saw something fly overhead. He chased it on the back of his prize winning race llama, “Lou Diamond Phillips”, he found the object – a bird. However, next to the bird was a glowing rock. He walked over and touched it, shooting him into space…..
TO BE CONTINU’D
Note: That looked alot longer in Microsoft Word
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VBOND OUT
