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- Copyright 1990, David M. Girardot
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- Chester the Magnificent
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- Chester sat at his desk half-hidden behind piles of musty
- tomes and papers, scribbling furiously on his parchment. As he
- wrote, he smiled, wider and wider still, until, halfway through
- the page, he was vertibly cackling with glee. You see, he'd just
- invented magic.
- At last he could stand the excitement no more, and he put
- down the quill and sprang up from the chair. "Ahh" he said as
- he rolled up his sleeves, "now for a little magic!"
- Consulting the formulae he'd just worked out, and making
- final adjustments to the spectacles perched precariously on his
- beak of a nose, he began. For the first time ever, since the
- creation of the world, Magic came.
- With a poof of purple smoke, and a soft pop it happened.
- Coughing, Chester rushed to the windows to let in fresh air. As
- the smoke cleared, he began to smile anew at what he saw. 12
- very young, very beautiful, very naked, maidens. The worlds
- first magic experiment was a success, and the world would
- never be the same.
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- The news spread swiftly (in no small amount due to Magic
- itself) and within a year amateur mages across the continent
- of Magentia were practising magic. Magic enfused everything,
- the world was becoming a better place, everybody was getting
- what they wanted, until...
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- Everyone had forgotten about Chester (the Magnificent, as
- he was now called) after the initial excitement. Which suited
- him just fine. He was currently relaxing on a conjured beach-
- chair on a conjured beach, on a conjured tropical island,
- surrounded by conjured nubile women when it happened.
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- "Ahem."
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- Chester looked around lazily. Was Leela anxious again.
- Chester sighed, perhaps he'd emphasized a little too much
- willingness in that last batch of beaties -- oh well. Then again,
- Leela didn't talk in a rough male baritone...
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- "Hey, mac! Are you Chester the Malignant?"
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- "Magnificent, " Chester said automatically without really
- seeing who he was talking to, when he did he nearly lost his
- lunch.
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- Standing before him dressed in flip-flops, bermuda shorts,
- and a very loud Hawaian shirt was the ugliest being he'd ever
- seen. The creature was about 5'5" and green, like algae or bread
- mold. He had a wide mouth full of needlesharp teeth,
- currently crunching a well-chewed cigar. His eyes were
- bulbous, and glowing a firey red. What was most disturbing,
- however, were the two curving horns protruding from his
- forehead and the stubby pointed-tail flicking just behind.
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- "Mac! I'm talking to you! Are you deaf, or what?"
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- "D-D-deaf? N-n-n-"
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- "Great. I got a stutterer. Look, Mac. I gotta delivery ta
- make. " The demon handed Chester a clipboard and a writing-
- quill, "Just sign here."
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- "F-f-for what" Chester managed.
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- "For the horde."
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- "W-what horde?"
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- "The demon horde. You get one free with every order--
- look you are the one who did all that magic, weren't you? Well,
- with every spell, you get a demon horde. Absolutely free. No
- charge whatsoever. So sign here, bub."
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- The demon proferred the clipboard once again and Chester
- scrawled his name gingerly.
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- "W-what do I want with a horde of demons?"
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- "Hey, Mac, that ain't none of my business, you know? I'm
- just a delivery-demon. Off the record-like though, you don't do
- nothing with them, they'll most likely do something to you.
- Gotta go Mac. Your other deliveries should be ahead in a week
- or so, we're way behind schedule down in hell."
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