Implied

A pair of young lovers learns why you really, really, really should read the directions. Oh, and don't trust anything you buy over the internet.

Tristan was commander of the 7th legion of the Army Of Darkness. Tristan was a fair leader despite being in the AOD. Lakora was the number one ranking sorceress in Tristan's brigade. She had worked with Tristan on most of his battles, and hoped to some day conquer all with him. Lakora began to notice that Tristan was turning soft and to the side of good when he met an archer named Laura. She was a spy for the Army Of Light, and was trying to turn him to good. Tristan took a liking to Laura, and was beginning to turn his armies to the lighter side.

Jamie sighed. It was nearly eight o’clock, and she had begun to regret having accepted Bob’s invitation to meet for dinner. She hadn’t seen him for quite a while, and remembered him as being rather dull. In fact, the only memorable event she recalled with any clarity was the “molotov cocktail” she’d given him. Bored to tears on their first (and only) date, she’d fed him salted peanuts, potato chips and pretzels. Then, she had offered an outrageously thirsty Bob a huge pitcher of a bland concoction consisting of water and the contents of a large box of baking soda.

"Wha... What's happening?" asked Kirsten.

"Hey!" laughed a funny sounding voice with a speech impediment. "She's coming around!"

"Why so she is!" chuckled another, more sultry sounding voice. "How's it going Kirsten?"

"My head..." she started, trying to rub it but her hands were tied behind her back. "Wha...?" she screamed. She opened her eyes but everything was all blurry. "Where am I?"