----> ''FAXANDU: DOWN To The UNDERGROUND ! ''---- Find Sector #87's MURDERER-FELLOW ! ----> (Furnace Entrance Down to Secret UNDERGROUND 'THEME PARK / FACTORY SLUMS' !) ----> Island-Slums! -- (Video game #97: Zelda-Pirate!)

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---------------------- ''FAXANDU: DOWN to the UNDERGROUND ! '' -------------- PARTS 1 and 2 ! ------- DOWN THE SECTOR 87'S BOILER ROOM: Rabbit Hole ! ---- FIND the Entrance Down to the Secret UNDERGROUND 'THEME PARK / FACTORY SLUMS #87' and The NPC'S ISLAND-SLUMS #97 (Slum Underworld)' ! -----------------------------------VIDEO GAME: Red NPC Warrior-Pirate !
The 'NPC'S PARKING GARAGE and the FROSTY TROPICAL COVE '! --- RETURN AKAHANA'S RED LAMP ! ___________________________________________________________
(FIND A WAY OUT! ESCAPE with NPC Zelda-Pirate ! ) ---------: Down into the UNDERGROUND FURNACE SLUMS of SECTOR #97 ! ------------------- {VIDEO GAME and LEVEL UP: Down To the Secret Tropical Island Hideout of Brynmare in Parking-Garage Slums of SECTOR #87! }

 

 

 

 

 

THE SECRET & FORBIDDEN VHS VIDEO TAPE: Entrance into the Underground Furnace Hideout and Island Slums of Sectors 87 - 95! 

 

BEWARE! 

DON'T WATCH THE TAPE!  DANGER!  BEWARE OF THE UNDERGROUND FURNACE ENTRANCE AND PARKING GARAGE ISLAND-SLUMS ! -

(NOTE: A REVISED STORY IDEA FROM 2020/2022.)

 

 

(LAST KNOWN PHOTO OF KYLER BRENNAN: JULY 18TH, 1995 !)

 

 

 


BREAKING NEWS!  THIS JUST IN!

 

XR-TV 86 NEWS:  Update at 10:00! -----

 


Newscaster Mindy Clayton:

 

''AUTHORITIES SAY THAT KYLER BRENNAN of ''BLAIREWOOD HILLS'' WENT MISSING ON THE EVENING OF DECEMBER 7th, 1995.

 

He was last seen near his home in a pink ''CALLUM Mitsubisihi'' at 12:16 a.m. in the morning. 


 TWO SEPARATE EYEWITNESS ACCOUNTS IN THE VICINITY OF ''PARKSDALE HILLS'' SAY THEY LAST SAW HIS MITSUBISIHI vanishing down the IR-95 Interstate !


Kyler's immediate family failed to leave any statement with the news or any authorities! 

 
IF ANY CITIZEN HAS ANY RELEVANT INFORMATION TO THIS CASE, PLEASE CONTACT THE ''METRO COUNTY POLICE DEPARTMENT OF BLAIREWOOD HILLS'' AT 1-899-582-8964! ''

 

 


CONFIDENTIAL:

 

 

 

 

TAKEN FROM KYLER BRENNAN'S DIARY ON DEC. 7th, 1995:

 


'December 7th,1995 - Entry 87

 

My name is Kyler Brennan.  I have spiky blonde hair with sharp bangs that stick out from each side of my head.  Pointy,  sweaty strands of blonde hair hang down in front ofmy eyes. 

- I am twenty one years old and extremely handsome with a bulky, masculine physique.  I am currently garbed in a backwards baseball cap and a sports jersey with long striped red/green stockings.  My glistening, vivacious eyes of crystal blue are enamoring and hypnotizing.

 

GUESS WHAT HAPPENED?  I watched the secret, forbidden VHS tape last night!

 


I found it in the restricted section of XXXXXX.  I WILL NEVER BE ALLOWED TO TELL YOU WHAT WAS ON THAT VICIOUS VHS VIDEO-TAPE !  -

IT GAVE ME A WARNING AND A SET OF BIZARRE INSTRUCTIONS: TO ESCAPE INTO THE UNDERGROUND! 

 

Mr. Linkwood (the male provocateur-scientist) gave me the secret instructions to find the VHS tapes' hideout!  He met me beneath the 'Fukushima Mall' in the multi-level parking garage complex. 

There were various cars with spiky exteriors on their backends (resembling fishtails on 1950's-style Cadillacs) and elegant pink limos blocking the way further downwards towards the eastern underground tunnel's entrance (THE XN--82 TUNNEL OF THE CITY).  We locked ourselves in a  secret boiler room's janitor supply closet as we were crossing into a sealed-off furnace area.

 

It was there down in that parking garage boiler room that he gave me the secret warning and directions to the whereabouts of the 'FORBIDDEN VHS TAPE'!

 

 

OH MY GOD.... 

 

THIS INFORMATION IS CONFIDENTIAL AND I AM NOT ALLOWED TO SAY WHERE ITS LOCATION IS!


  THAT'S ALL I CAN SAY RIGHT NOW!  I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT'S REALLY GOING ON! 

 

 

I AM NOW IN GRAVE DANGER !

 

 

 

WHEN I TURNED ON MY COMPUTER TONIGHT, IT HAD A BLACK SCREEN WITH GREEN LETTERS THAT SPELLED OUT:

"Danger!  Beware!  Follow the SECRET FOOTSTEPS of the Underground Furnace Murderer-Fellow into the Underground: Sector 87 Slums of the Parking Garages and Tropical Island Slums 97..."

 


There was bizarre roaring sounds echoing from far beneath a vent in my laundry room in my basement furnace-room earlier. Also, there was a bizarre knock on my front door and when I opened it.... no one was evident there near my porchstep, which is draped in twinkling Christmas lights beneath two thick and dark pine tree trunks. 

 

 


Something very bizarre and disturbing is going on.  Something is very wrong.  I feel like something  very terrible is coming very soon - maybe even tonight!  It's pitch black outside... 

 

 


 All I know is I may have to get the hell out of here. MAYBE EVEN TONIGHT!

 

HERE'S WHAT HAPPENED AFTER I WOKE UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AT MIDNIGHT:

 


 All the sudden I awoke around midnight in my bed.  There was a viciously bizarre fragrance wafting from beneath my bed: it resembled chlorine mixed with a bowling-alley smell!  HOW VERY DISTURBING AND STRANGE! 

 

  I nimbly frisked out of my bed and found a bizarre red piece of notebook paper underneath it.  WHO LEFT THIS BIZARRE NOTE HERE BENEATH MY BED?

 

As well, there was a bizarre 'RED LAMP' evident beneath my bed with a large pack of Cigarettes and a mug of 'Bud-Lite' sitting nearby.  ---- 

An ''Easter Egg Ring', a 'Festive Party Hat' and a 'Mug of Red Medicine' were evident underneath my bed also, elegantly sealed off upon a decorative pink ledge with two RED WARRIOR-PIRATE NPCs guarding the entrance to their hideout.  - They have very spiky ears and are adorned in bizarre Fedora Hats.

 

 - Christmas lights and tinsel were draped from the pink ledge's alcove while frosty pink icicles hung lowly from below.  Glitter and glistening bubbles wafted throughout the underground, accentuating the flashing strobe lights and graffiti that was evident from further downward within the pipes.

 

 

A signpost hung on front of the crooked pink ledge, reading,

''FAXANDU'S RARE ITEMS FROM SECTOR 87 of the UNDERGROUND ISLAND SLUMS of BRYNMARE! 

Welcome to the 'UNDERGROUND INN BARTER-SHOP':  The 'Easter Egg Ring's price is 1.5 million coins, the 'Pink Party Hat's price is 1.5 billion coins and the 'Mug of Red Medicine's' price is 1,000 coins''!

 

My two spiky strands of hair stood upwards on each side of my head in a bizarre fashion, resembling two long, pointy pigtails that were icy and frozen, and my baseball cap was blown off my sweaty hair by  a glittering, freezing gust of aromatic red/green smoke. 

A trickling stream of specks of glitter and fragrant bubbles sparkled downwards from the low ceiling in-front of me and a reving-up of motorcycles reverberated and viciously roared from deep beneath me.

 

 

  FROM DEEP IN THE UNDERGROUND!

 

 

A disturbing pastel-green 'Spiked Fedora Hat' sat some feet farther away, deeper into the glittering darkness beneath my bed.  Some kind of pastel frosting and a layer of glitter tainted that hat's exterior.

  The area beneath my bed kept sloping downward along a checkered roadway in a bizarre fashion, however a pair of frosty red and green logs and a crooked stop-sign halted the way any further.

 

 

It was evidently very cramped to either side down there, and a polka-dotted blanket was draped from the low crooked wooden ceiling above a Christmas Palm-Tree that peeped forth from velvety sand (shimmering in a mound of honey-flour).

 

A furry bat sneezed nearby in a brown pool of melted chocolate from beneath my bed, as well.  It was garbed in a top hat with a spiky collar around its neck, a cigarette dangling from its furry whiskers.  It sneezed once more and then ate a pastel Easter Egg and drank a mug of 'White Medicine with  Vanilla Specks'. 

 

Furry Bat: -- '' WELCOME YOUNG FELLOW!  LET'S BARTER:

 

''MUG of RED MEDICINE'' : 800 COINS

''PASTEL-GREEN PANCAKE'' : 200 COINS

''EMPTY PIE PAN OR EMPTY CAKE PAN'' : 85 COINS

''EASTER EGG BASKET (INCLUDING 5 PASTEL EGGS)'': 1.5K COINS

''BLUE LOAF OF BREAD'' : 300 COINS

''BAG OF PINECONES'': 500 COINS

''FX'S CIGARETTES (2 PACK)'' : 2000 COINS

''MUG OF BUD-LITE BEER'' : 200 COINS

''VANILLA WHITE MEDICINE'' : 900 COINS

''I SELL WARES!  WHAT MAY I INTEREST YOU IN MY FELLOW?''

 

I gasp aloud and retreat behind a dead 'NPC FELLOW' who is hanging from the low ceiling to my right.  His attire consists of a glittery, v-shaped 'Heart-Vest' and a 'Copper Carapace Shield' attached to his masculine, vicious body.

 

A bizarre wooden T.V. suddenly turned itself on nearby, its two antennas decorated in Christmas lights and its flashing screen flickering on and off. 

The furry bat viciously laps up whiskerfuls of the glittery chocolate and then nimbly fluttered away into a bizarre Blue Pipe in the slanted wall, specks of glitter and sugar-sprinkles filling the aromatic air in its wake.

 

 

I RUBBED MY EYES, WHICH WERE COVERED IN SPECKS OF GLITTER, TO SEE IF I WAS INDEED ASLEEP OR DREAMING.  NOT SO! 

 

I WAS AWAKE AND THIS WAS REALLY HAPPENING!

 

---------

 

I gasped aloud in astonishment and cursed, quickly frisking upon my heels and scurrying backwards, away and out from beneath my bizarre bed. 

 

I then ran into my closet and hid myself in a far corner, back behind the fur coats in my Wardrobe.  I turned my attention back to the crumpled red note in my hand.  It read in viciously bewildering print, 


''KYLER!  Read THIS WARNING and follow the instructions implicitly if you wish to find out anything further.  Do not dawdle my young sir, or you may find that things will not end well for you,'' I whispered as I read the disturbing note with a frightening undertone in my voice.  "Beware my young man.  FIND YOUR WAY AND ESCAPE TO THE UNDERGROUND!  THEY'RE COMING FOR YOU! ''

 

''YOU'VE BEEN MARKED!'' the note finished in a scrawling print that was barely legible.

 

 


 I gasped and gazed around me in stupifying horror!

 

I was their next target?  AND WHO ARE 'THEY'? 

 

WHAT DID THE NOTE MEAN BY ESCAPE TO THE UNDERGROUND?!

 

 


After that...


Oh NO, MAN!

 

 


SOMETHING IS TERRIBLY WRONG!  ALL THE LIGHTS JUST WENT OUT!

 

 THEY ARE COMING FOR ME!  I HAVE TO GO NOW!

 

WHATEVER YOU DO - DON'T WATCH THE VHS TAPE OF XXXXXXXX !!!!


YOU'LL BE MARKED !!!


 I AM THEIR NEXT TARGET!

 

OH MY GOD!!!.....

 

 


SOMEONE HELP ME !!!  THEY'RE COMING FOR ME..... I'M DOWN IN MY BASEMENT.... TRYING TO HIDE.  I CAN HEAR TERRIFYING SOUNDS AND MARCHING FROM UP ABOVE ME!

 

 

 

LOUD, DISTURBING NOISES ARE BEGINNING TO ECHO FROM BELOW THE VENT IN MY BASEMENT FURNACE-ROOM.

 

 

ARE THOSE FACTORY NOISES ?!?

 


  I can hear very disturbing roaring sounds mixed with motorcycle noises, marching footsteps and terrifying screaming coming from beneath my basement boiler-furnace area!


 A RED GLOW IS NOW EMANATING FROM MY BOILER-ROOM FURNACE!

 

OH MY GOD! 

 


THERE IS A RED SHADOW ON THE WALL, GLITTERING UPON THE BLACKNESS OF THE VANILLA-COLORED CONCRETE !

 

A  DISTURBING SILHOUETTE OF A FELLOW IN A BIZARRE STRIPED (RED AND GREEN) SWEATER WITH A FEDORA HAT ON HIS HEAD IS STANDING BEHIND THE FURNACE!


KNIVES ARE SCRAPPING FROM SOMEWHERE BENEATH ME!

 

 


 ROARING SMOKE IS FILLING THE BLACK AIR AND FLASHING LIGHTS ARE COMING FROM THE FURNACE AND THE VENT!

 

I CAN SMELL THE SCENT OF FRAGRANT SMOKE AND BLOOD....

 


 WHAT IS THAT DRIZZLING FROM THE VENT AND THE UNDERGROUND FURNACE?...

 


IT'S GONE COMPLETELY BLACK!  I CAN'T SEE HARDLY !!

 

OH GOD!  HELP ME!'

 

 


..........

 

KYLER BRENNAN'S DIARY FROM DEC. 7TH, 1995 ENDS HERE!

 

A VICIOUS, MASCULINE FELLOW IN A FEDORA HAT (WITH TWO POINTY SPIKES) AND A STRIPED RED AND GREEN SWEATER APPEARS UPON THE SCREEN WITH A WARNING:

 

''Beware of the 'Underground' KYLER !  DANGER!  DANGER!'

 

 

''YOU HAVE NOW ENTERED THE DARK-ZONE OF THE FORBIDDEN UNDERGROUND FURNACE AND FACTORY AREA OF # XXX  !'

 

 

''KYLER!  - FOLLOW THE UNDERGROUND 'WHITE RABBIT' AND 'FURNACE MURDERER' OF ''XXXXX'' (Confidential) TO STAY ALIVE! ''

 

 ''FIND THE UNDERGROUND ENTRANCE TO THE SECRET ISLAND SLUMS AND BASEMENT FACTORY OF # XXXXX ! '' (Confidential)

 


END OF PART 1! 

 

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PART 2: DOWN THE INDUSTRIAL BOILER ROOM'S RABBIT HOLE !  -- FIND THE ENTRANCE DOWN INTO THE SECRET UNDERGROUND 'THEME PARK / FACTORY SLUMS' and THE NPC'S ISLAND-SLUMS (UNDERWORLD)' !

 

IMPORTANT NOTE: (THIS IS A REVISION AND RE-EDIT!  THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR READING! )

 

 

 

 

The roaring motorcycle sounds and vicious screams pick up pace, resounding in the flashing strobe lights and red smoke of the fragrant darkness.


  The vicious masculine fellow in the striped red and green sweater and fedora hat (adorned with two pointy spikes on top with 'Shamrock Decorations' evident, sticking forth on either side) screeches his long and sharp knife-claws down the glittery concrete wall to his right.

The crooked concrete wall is fashionable and sultry, with specks of glitter bespeckling its vivaciously alluring surface.

 

 

Electric (pastel-green colored) sparks of prismatic flame flash forth within the fragrant darkness, as the fellow with the spiky ears and striped red/green sweater glides his knife-talons down the concrete.

Glow in the dark glitter and flashing sparks illuminate the crooked corner where he stands hunched over.  It was very terrifying yet fascinating all at once!

 

 

Strangely, the furnace door of the oversized boiler suddenly trembles and opens in the darkness, illuminating the room in a velvety green glow.


The bulky and masculine fellow in the striped sweater and Fedora Hat viciously licks his sharp, fragrant knife-claws.  The knife-claws are covered in velvety honey and red flour (mixed with colorful glitter and pastel sprinkles). 

 


''FOLLOW ME, MY LITTLE MAN...  IF YOU WISH TO STAY ALIVE.  THEY'RE COMING FOR YOU...'' the bizarre fellow growls in a tantalizingly vicious and disturbing voice that resembles neither a male nor female in its bravado, yet incorporates tones of each interchangeably. 

 

 

 

He noxiously gloats with a vivacious moan and then stoops low, vanishing downwards into the depths of the bulky ''Underground Boiler-Furnace Entrance'', leading down into the Factory Underground Slums and UnderWorld ! 

 


 Fragrant glitter and trickling pools of red flour/ honey trail behind him.

 

WAS THIS EVIL FELLOW SOME KIND OF UNDERGROUND 'BAKER/BUTCHER' or 'FACTORY MURDERER VAGRANT'? 

 

 


I silently frisk upon my pointy heels and traipse forward through the fragrant red smoke and bizarre piles of velvety honey-flour until I reach the swinging door of the oversized, bespeckled boiler.

Roaring motorcycles and theme-park noises echo forth from the 'Underground' far below me.

 

 

Fragrant piles of glitter and an oversized pair of spiked high-heels are visible just inside the boiler's entrance upon a velvety pile of Christmas lights and sultry melted frosted-chocolate; red flour and green glitter covers their pointy exterior.

 

I step forth into the bizarre, sloping entrance, and view a pile of green and red frosty logs blocking the way further downwards along a  checkered black and white path.  Crooked garage doors cover the glittery, dark wall to my right and draped Christmas lights are strung elegantly above my head.

 

 

This checkered pathway eventually leads downwards into the 'Basement Island: Factory Theme Park' and 'Parking Garage Islands and Slum-Town Area'. 

 

 


 A bloody pool, covered in a layer of velvety glitter, foams to my right.

 


Discarded 'Lifepower Easter Eggs AND Pastel-Colored Pancakes'  and 'Mugs of Red Frosted Medicine' sit next to a vicious, winged Bat whom is lapping up the edible blood of the bizarre pool.


Nearby, in a bizarre crooked corner with a low ceiling, morosely decorated with graffiti and Christmas lights, an NPC character's stripped red and white stockings and glistening ruby high-heels are visible, peeking forth from the foundation of  a bewildering, glow-in-the-dark Church-Slum with a pointy chimney-pipe. 

 

 


Graffiti covers the abandoned Church-Slum's industrial fans and its sultry exterior, while frosty purple icicles and glistening tinsel and Christmas lights hang from its crooked eaves.


A 'GREEN MACE' peeks forth admirably from a mound of  Blue Flour and pink hearts (to repair lifepower) nearby.  THE GREEN MACE HAS A GLITTERY GREEN SPIKED HEAD WITH A STRIPED HANDLE, ADORNED WITH AN ATTACK LEVEL OF 7 .

 

 


(I collect  the 'GREEN MACE' and quickly equip it.  My attack power has now changed from 3 to 7.)


I CONTINUE TRAIPSING FURTHER DOWN ALONG THE RED AND GREEN CHECKERED PATHWAY.  RED SMOKE AND FURRY BATS, COVERED IN FROSTY ICICLES AND FLOUR, flap from just above me, swooping to and fro along the low ceiling.

I descend into another bizarre entrance which leads into a psuedo-makeshift underground Wardrobe/Closet Dwelling and Dressing room.

 

 


Sitting upon a bulky 1990's black T. V. set is a 'Jug of Honey' and a 'Pot of Raw Red Dough'.  A large striped 'Easter Egg' sits next to them.  A speckled fire hydrant and a derelict automobile sit next to this bewildering scene, illuminated disturbingly by the flashing colored strobe lights from farther away in a blue pipeway.


I step forwards and collect the bizarre items, stashing them in my striped red and white backpack firmly clasped upon my back !

 

Another crooked boiler entrance, concealed by polka-dotted curtains, is nearby in the darkness.  A large RED NPC WARRIOR-PIRATE hangs from the low ceiling, its very bones frosted over with glitter and fragrant ice.

A series of bizarre children's outfits also are draped from the low ceiling right in front of the polka-dotted curtain of the boiler entrance.

 

 


I apprehensively thrust aside the glittery velvet curtain and see a faint green glow emanating from behind the vent of a boiler's hatchway entrance. 

 

I use the 'Fedora Fellow's Key' and unlatch the hatch.


As I step inside, I now can indulge my tantalizing senses in the sultry and rich fragrances of the baker's forbidden morsels and baked delicacies tempting me from further inwards and downwards; deep into the 'UnderWorld'!

 

 


NPC CLUB-MAN WITH BLUE HAIR (ATTIRED IN a STRIPED RED AND GREEN FEDORA HAT WITH TWO POINTY SPIKES AND A BLOODY COLLAR) STANDING JUST INSIDE THE BOILER ENTRANCE:

 

''DANGER! DANGER!  DO NOT MIX OR EAT THE FROSTY HONEY OR RED FLOUR!  These may be poisonous items!  Red Flour is sifted in the Underground Mills in Faxandu's Frosty Parking Garage Island Slum!  Beware young fellow!  THIS IS THE FURNACE-SLUMS ENTRANCE NUMBER 987!''

 

 


In the opposite corner, dilapidated beds and couches sit next to a large wooden television set which peeks forth from a pool of sultry glitter. 

 


Endless sizes of fashions of bizarre and surreal clothing hang upon pegs from the low crooked ceiling of the space.

 

-  I slowly traipse downwards along a black and white checkered pathway, crooked and littered with various usable items: pots of red flour, jars of honey, Easter Eggs, chocolate bars, green chocolate cakes in pink cake boxes, pastel pancakes, etc. amongst other novelties.

 

 

A ''Red Lamp of NPC of Town of Leaf'' sits upon a layer of honeyed-glitter upon the checkered ground, right next to a crooked  electrical stop sign, which reads, ''DOWN TO FACTORY PARKING GARAGE ENTRANCE #87!  NEXT STOP: FROSTY TROPICAL COVE !  BEWARE THE BUTCHER AND BAKER !''

 

 

 

Piles of the most whimsical, colorful, yet bizarre, outfits and fantastical clothing I'd ever seen were strewn along the crooked red cement walls to my right and left.

 

 


After an hour or so of this bizarre checkered pathway, I stumble into a large blue pipe (resembling the kind in Super Mario Bros. games) and re-emerge into an industrial underground parking garage that is decorated with strobe lights, bizarre neon chain link fences and 1990's large black television sets that  were tied onto the top of large industrial barrels.

 

Silky curtains and twinkling Christmas lights were draped from the low ceiling of the industrial space.


- Endless forms of wooden crates and bizarre decorations covered the sloping crooked walls further in along the parking garage.  -  Mounds of wooden television sets, disused junkyard materials and endless outfits of very surreal fashions sat along the walls on the opposite side of the area.

 

Endless sizes of bizarre doorways led downwards along black and white checkered paths and into ''Underground GARAGE-SLUM HOUSES'!

 

These Underground GARAGE-SLUMS were living spaces for the slum-factory industrial dwellers of 'Sector 87' and vagrant NPCs of the Underground Parking-Garages.  (Along with their secret Island Slum Sectors, as well!)

 

 

END OF PART II !

 


 

 

 


 

 

 

PART III: DOWN INTO THE ' NPC'S PARKING GARAGE - THE FROSTY TROPICAL COVE & THE MASCULINE BAKER: FAXANDU '! --- RETURN AKAHANA'S RED LAMP !

 

IMPORTANT NOTE: (THANK YOU VERY KINDLY FOR READING !)

 

 

PART III:

 

I followed downwards along a strange black and white checkered pathway, with crooked, low hanging chandeliers and glittery velvet curtains covering each side of the cement walls.  -

Glow-in-the-dark graffiti covered the glittering blackness of the exposed portions of the crooked walls on either side. 

 

 

As well, to each side, located behind the draped velvet curtains, were endless sizes of crooked, circular doorways, some locked and others standing ajar. 

 

 They were entrances that led deep into bizarre underground slum-hideouts, which were occupied with 'RED NPC WARRIOR-PIRATES' and furry 'FROST-BATS' (BAT NPCs of the Tropical  Slums).  Draped Christmas lights and spiky children's outfits, covered in velvety glitter, decorate their low ceilings. 


Endless sizes of Bud Light Beer and ''Ganon's Cigarette'' cartridges, decadently painted in every color imaginable, decorated the corners of the crooked underground path as I continued.

 Many jugs of 'Bud Light' were empty and covered in a layer of frosty glitter with flaring green candles illuminating their depths.

 

Very bizarre outfits and glow in the dark clothing hung from the metal grates and vents in these underground slum-sector hideouts also. 

 

Shimmering glitter and fragrant steam puffed out of the pipes and vents that were built along the crooked low-ceiling and walls.  Mounds of velvety raw dough and bloody glitter rested in the corners, decorative palm trees peeping forth from them. 

 

Distant laughter, resembling children, echoes from deep beneath the closets, emanating from somewhere far beneath the industrial vents.  Bizarre roaring sounds, resembling roller coasters mixed with motorcycles and theme park music, echoes upwards from far below in the distance and darkness of the roaring depths of the vents.

 

From deep underground?  Some kind of secret underground Theme Park?

 

Or something far more VICIOUS and SINISTER? 


What bizarre mystery is this?

 

Smoky glitter wafts upwards from the fragrant depths of the vent's opening.

 

 

IT WAS VERY BIZARRE AND WILD AND SURREAL!

 

 

 

The path followed along this same route for some hours until finally I came to a gaudy, carpeted vertical room with an aperture leading into a smaller path that led into the dark.  I flashed my red lamp forward and followed slowly until I began to notice a widening of the passage in the dark. 

 

 

I began to hear a hum as of many unknown voices and a tramp of many feet.


Finally, coming upon a ledge that opened like a funnel in the glittery blue concrete, I saw plainly before me a teal-colored brick floor leading forwards into the ISLAND SLUM OF SECTOR 92: endless furnaces, large pipeway entrances and strange lights leading into the distance of a very bizarre area, which resembled a factory intermixed into an underground parking garage with tropical islands interspersed within.

 

 


Underground frosty Churches and house-slums (decorated in tinsel and Christmas lights), along with crooked, industrial pipeway dwellings and surreal trailers, which were built into the sides of abandoned junkyard heaps, made the bizarre parking-garage appear as if it was some kind of virtual subterranean cyberpunk slum and factory zone.

 


A neon pink motorcycle sits next to a very bizarre 1950's-style vehicle, which is decorated with a striped hood of red and green and long pointy spikes (fishtails) adorning the backside.

 

  - Industrial barrels, glowing with flaring glow-in-the-dark flames , sit along the crooked underground walls of the parking garage area, their exterior decorated with flashy, colorful graffiti.

 

 


Amazingly, in one distant corner of the parking garage, was a pool of glow-in-the-dark water that resembled a bizarre beach with chocolate colored sand heaped up along its depths. 


Tropical palm trees peeked forth from the chocolatey-soft sand, their palms covered in tinsel while their trunks were wrapped in twinkling Christmas lights. 

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Jugs of 'Red Flour' and 'Pink Pancakes (decorated in blue frosting and pastel glitter)', along with endless varieties of mugs of 'raw dough' and spotted Easter Eggs were sitting along the silky-soft sand on the beaches.


 Glow in the dark waves crashed along the low lying shoreline, which was of course, beyond the brown sand, the blue brick road of the parking garage.

 

HOW VERY SURREAL AND BIZARRE INDEED !

 

 

A masculine and handsome fellow, garbed in nothing but a skimpy fur coat (elegantly decorated with multi-colored patches sewn on in a bizarre manner) and striped red and white boots, holding a pink umbrella covered in snow, was mixing a bizarre novelty: first, he mixed a jug of 'Pink Milk' with a 'Pot of Red Flour'.  It made a pan of 'Raw Red Dough'. 

Then, he added a type of multi-colored syrup and blue glitter to the wet raw red dough to create a 'Sparkling Frosty Raw Red Dough'.

 

 

Next, he added blue raisins and chocolate powder to the dough.  Once he finished this, he then traipsed over to a 'Heating Stove Pipe' that stuck upwards from a bulky mound of glittery cocoa-colored sand.  Red and green steam wafted upwards from the depths of the bulky pipe.

 

 


The fellow then placed the glittery raw dough on a striped red and green frosty log and sat it atop the 'Heating Stove Pipe'. 

A flashing strobe light and aromatic flame trembled and roared upwards from its depths, baking the aromatic raw dough, its fragrance wafting throughout the flashy darkness of the flaring strobe lights.

 

 

The raw red dough had now been baked into a pan of 'Red Pancake Loaf'!

 


The gentleman then firmly removed the 'Red Pancake Loaf' from the stovepipe and began topping it with velvety green icing (bespeckled with blue glitter and rainbow sprinkles)!

 

He then turned and winked at me sensually, sharp, wet strands of his sweaty dark-blonde hair (decorated in two orange brocade-ribbons and glitter) hanging down into his decadent teal-blue eyes.  His long and pointy ears stuck out vivaciously from his aromatic, sweaty hair. 

  He mewed adorably, moaning in a nefarious fashion of intimacy, nimbly frisking upon his boots' heels, coquettishly shaking his long orange brocades while colorful glitter shimmered on his gleaming, tanned bulky chest. 

-  Bubbles and velvety glitter wafts throughout the tropical, aromatic beaches in the Underground Parking Garage.

 

 

THIS FELLOW'S NAME IS 'FAXANDU': THE PARKING GARAGE GRANDSIRE.  HE SEARCHES FOR INGREDIENTS WITHIN THE FROSTY TROPICAL COVE ISLAND, deep within the decorated Parking Garage Slums!  HE IS AN NPC VAGRANT AND MILL-CRAFTER AND FURNACE SLUM BAKER !

 

Squinting his masculine and sexy eyes, his rugged countenance tempting me further,  he placed the green chocolate cake in a pink cake box and laid it down on the velvety sand, next to a shiny red cellophane bag of pine cones and a pink jug of 'Vanilla Elixir'.

 


Were the 'Pine Cones' some type of weapon to attack the 'NPC PARKING GARAGE CLUB-MEN' with?  Along with the glittery 'Green Mace'? 

Or perhaps were the pine cones to be used as decorations on the festive Christmas Trees further down along the blue pipe, deep within the 'Parking Garage Underworld' or 'NPC SECRET TOWN SLUM SECTORS'?

 

 

 

Donning a gaudy, vicious top hat, the FELLOW bid me farewell with one wave of his pink umbrella, and then nimbly frisked off into the darkness, vanishing behind a crooked Christmas Tree and a polka-dotted derelict couch. 

The Christmas Tree was covered in colorful tinsel, twinkling lights and fragrant glitter.  Shiny red and green parcels, wrapped in cellophane, sat beneath its glistening boughs.

 

 

  A silk curtain was draped elegantly from behind the tree, situated along the slanted red concrete walls. 

 

I turned my gaze back towards the 'Underground Parking Garage Beach' that was splashing and lapping in glow in the dark pools of foamy decadence downwards, further along deep within the blue pipe.  (The Super Mario Pipe)

 

Fluorescent glitter and neon green seashells were  also strewn along the mounds of velvety brown sand.  Strange little piles of glitter and snow sat along the walls to each side of the confined underground glow-in-the-dark beach.  To each side of the beach were the slanted walls of the 'Underground Parking Garage'.

 


  Christmas lights and tinsel decorated the graffiti along the slanted, low ceiling above my head.

 


A pre-fabricated island sat in the middle of the glow-in-the-dark pool of water with a large mound of snow and glitter covering its expanse.  A large wooden T.V. set with crooked antennas peeped forth from the mound of snow on the island.

A polka-dotted fire hydrant stood nearby in a pile of glittery frost.

 

 

 

''It all starts here,'' I think to myself, flashing my red NPC LAMP forwards into the fluorescent illumination of the oversized blue pipe.

 Crooked stop-signs and dilapidated t.v. sets, along with striped red and green automobiles, sat just inside the pipe's entrance in a mound of frosty snow and colorful glitter.

 

 

 

A flashing orange ''?'' block turned on and off from above a pool of glow-in -the-dark honey (glittery and sultry) from further in, visible in the faint greenish illumination further downwards.  A layer of edible glitter covered the top of the lavish, sultry pool.


(FIND THE FELLOW IN THE RED AND GREEN SWEATER AND FEDORA HAT  TO BEGIN YOUR UNDERGROUND ADVENTURE !)

 


(FIGHT ENEMIES AND NPCS IN THE UNDERGROUND SLUMS of 'LEAF TOWN' TO GAIN LEVELS, experience and gold!

You must gain an overall attack level of 8 to continue further behind the checkered locked fences beyond the 'Town Neighborhood of Leaf' !


Look for the npc 'AKAHANA' in the Neighborhood of Leaf and return his 'Red Lamp' to find out further information on how to continue on your Underground Adventure !)


It's time to DESCEND DOWNWARDS !

 

 

DOWN TO THE ENTRANCE OF LEAF !


Down into an underground Factory Slum Underworld.

 

 

Into an anomaly; known only as 'FAXANDU'.)

 

 


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Submitted: March 21, 2022

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