The Meme Chronicles 2018

Chapter 7

  So we've gotten to the point in the story where we have two dozen memes following some Korean dude into City so they can go to an island that was marked by a killed dead meme. Well there's no time like the present.

  Leading the Ugandan Knuckles through City was going to be difficult. They had a hard time trying to go through the forest sneakily, slowly and quietly. Every now and then they decided to cluck, to avoid withdrawal symptoms. How on earth was he going to get through the City? He could hear cars beeping and people chatting. They were nearing City. Well he came to the conclusion they were screwed. He had no way of explaining that-

  "WE MUST PROTECT DA QUEEN!" The Ugandan Knuckles formed a round formation around the Queen, spears raised, looks of derpy aggression on their faces, "NOTHING WILL TOUCH DA QUEEN!" Before Clarence could do anything, they stampeded out of the forest. What have they done. He gave chase, and once he was clear of the forest, and standing on the pavement, they were no where to be found. Nothing had changed.

  He took another step forward, and, "Gah!" He tripped over something, and fell flat on his face. He composed himself instantly, mimicking the style of an anime dude. Looking back, nothing was out of the ordinary until he heard a faint whisper...

"it is us broda"

  No way there is absolutely no way oh my god how could they just this is outrageous-

"show us da wei broda"

  They had gone... invisible? Camouflage? Voodoo magic? Well is this was real, what else was out there? With this new discovery, Clarence realised he could actually eat! He was starved. Quite literally. 

  He lead the Knuckles to an Asian restaurant, but tell them all to wait outside. Once he was sat down, a waiter came to him. His name-card thing read 'Haechan'. Clarence was hungry, but he needed to be quick, the knuckles could be half way across the planet by now. After a browse of the menu, he decided that he will have the exact same thing he has been eating for years.

  "Some rice and an unsponsored carbonated drink please. Regular." He ordered.

"Regular HUH?" He writ it down and went off. Clarence wasn't so sure why the waiter put so munch emphasis on the 'huh', but some of you probably do. As soon as his rice and carbonated beverage came, he couldn't even eat a mouthful before his spoon was whacked out of his hand. Oh no. He slowly turned to his left. Nothing was there, of course, but he could sense the presence of annoyance incarnate. He attempted to eat another handful. The rice successfully made it into the chasm of his mouth. As he slowly tried to eat another, literally the entire bowl was sent spinning across the restaurant. Rice was now confetti, raining down across all the customers.

They all turned to him. 

  He heard a faint scutter. He was alone. Taking a sip of the beverage, he quickly put some money on the table and left. Quickly. He was just about to escape, until he was yanked back by his hoodie. He then faced a very intimidating individual. he had a baseball bat in one hand, and a scarred teen in the other.

"I was just trying to enjoy my 2 number 9s ,my number 9 large, my number 6 with extra dip, my number 7, my two number 45s , one with cheese, and my large carbonated beverage. But you just had to come along and throw rice all over it, fool!"

He was shaking where he stood. Or, well where he was suspended. He reared back his bat, "You came into the wrong-"

Spears flew past him, and impaled the big dude where he stood. Clarence was dropped to the floor, and had to scurry away before his attacker fell on him. he was dragged away by an invisible force, just in time. 

"Thanks bros" he muttered before they carried him off (He was not going to say brodas, it could be seen as slightly racist. Because apparently now-a-days everything is racist). To onlookers, he was floating. To him, he was being carried by an army of memes. Choose your pick. To give credit to them, they were going fast and avoiding all the oncoming cars. Mainly because they swerved out of their way just in time.

  Eventually they speed into a huge clearing of land. They had just left City and now they were closing in on the island. They put him down because if they didn't he would projectile vomit on all of them. He was put down, and he still vomited all over the beautiful scenery. What a waste of nature. Once he was ready to walk, they continued to make their way down to the cliff edge, where beyond that an island lay for them. After an hour of walking, clucking, walking, and more clucking, they finally had the horizon in their sights. 

  A new surge of hope and energy surged into their system. Finally! After hours of enduring the hash conditions of being associated with the Ugandan Knuckles had paid off. It was kind of sad how excited Clarence got about this. They made their way up to the peak, and their was a piece of parchment on the floor. The parchment was old, or made with teabags and paper. It read,

  If ye wishes for a good time indeed, first ye must take note of these words I heed. Be careful of unlikely creatures ye may meet, for the dangers of Gods, you'll take a seat.

  It was a weird thing to write, especially for probably a six year old, but regardless Clarence kept it. They looked up to the horizon. It started to shift, to change, an island? Three beams of light shot into the sky, and some music started to play. Orange started to erupt from the shore line, and began to creep up the beaches. Well one thing was for certain. Whatever was going on, they were probably going to explore it. Why not?