Ridge Games prolouge 1 Lewis and Simon

Lewis stood on top of Honeydew IncCorpIndustries, looking over the landscape. If he squinted, he’d be able to see the giant statue of Mr. Owl to the north, and the spire of Sips Co. to the south. To the east, he could see a large periscope on a castle, and to the west, an Enderdragon flying in the sky. His dwarf friend sat by his side, munching on a small packet of Jaffa Cakes. He looked down at everything he had done on this past year, and how far they had come. I mean, come on, they had rid the world of Israphel, well, Hannah had, but it was still his choice to bring those two along. Israphel was dead and everything was going alright. He sighed and smiled, wondering if anything could ruin his day.

“Hello Xephos.” A deep, menacing voice from behind Lewis spoke, startling him. He jumped, turning around, looking into the twisted God’s eyes. Next to him, Simon jumped up and unsheathed his pickaxe. He scanned over the coat, certain he was the one he had seen in Minecraftia, just with no way to prove it. “Honeydew.” The God nodded at Simon.

“Our names are Lewis and Simon, Ridgedog.” Lewis told him, looking the brown-clad man up and down. If the news hadn’t gone out about their names from Minecraftia, he’d wonder why the God knew them, however, he seemed to know everything. “Why are you here? Still annoyed about your base at Voltzville?”

“I’m over that, Xephos. I’m here for something else.” Ridge smiled evilly at Lewis, his eyes lighting up.

“Survival games…” Lewis realized, gulping. He feared the survival games. Everyone becomes driven by rage. Forced to kill their friends. He remembered the last time, watching as Hannah’s picture appeared and told the world how she had tried to swim in lava. Simon looked up to his friend, then back to the God.

“Why now? Why after everything we’ve been through? I know you yourself cannot show sympathy, but come on, surely you understand?!” Simon tried to get the man to understand, but it was to no avail. You can’t stop a God from getting what they want.

Ridgedog simply laughed, walking over to the edge of Honeydew Inc. “8 teams. You and Honeydew. Lomadia and Lalna. Sips_ and Sjin. Rythian and Zoeya. Nilesy and Panda. Minty and Nano. Parvs and Sparkles*” Ridge turned around after surveying the landscape around this area, taking note of where to go next. “So…” Ridge turned around, facing the spaceman and the dwarf. “Will you come without a fight?”

“Only if you promise me one thing. Leave Hannah out of this.” Lewis said, narrowing his eyes. Ridgedog smirked, and walked up to him, his face inches from Lewis’.

“Now why would I want to do that, Xephos?” Ridge asked, backing up after his sentence. Lewis almost gagged at his horrid smirk, the smirk of a twisted and corrupt God.

“Because I won’t come peacefully. Now tell me, will you leave Hannah out of this?” Lewis asked forcefully, pulling out his diamond sword. Ridge looked like he would genuinely accept, until from right in front of their eyes, the God disappeared, and reappeared behind them, grabbing them by their collars or the like.

“No.” Then all three men disappeared.