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Roger was filthy and lying on the ground. He looked exhausted. 'ROGERPOOS, OH ROGER DARLING I'VE MISSED YOU!' Freddie flung himself down on Roger 'Ugh. Geroff!' he grunted. 'And could you tell those two to shut up. You'll blow my cover.'
'WOAH LA LA LA LA!' Brian and John yelled. 'WOAH WOOOOO-' Freddie thunked them both hard on the head and knocked them both out with a boxing-style punch. 'Mm, still got it then,' murmured Rog. Freddie stood up and tried to pull Roger up too but he was too weak. 'Oh baby, don't worry Rogie, I'll carry you... wait... wait just a cotton-pickin' minute...'
Roger screamed as Freddie flung his entire bodyweight at him. Freddie was yelling 'YOU STUPID FUCKING BASTARD. YOU RUN AWAY AND GET US SO WORRIED WITHOUT AN EXPLANATION?! WHAT COVER!? WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!? HOW'D YOU GET HERE?! WHAT'S GOING ON?!'
'FREDDIE!' Roger was panicing. He might pass out under Freddie's weight. 'FRED I'M SORRY. I NEVER MEANT TO WORRY YOU GUYS! I NEVER MEANT FOR IT TO HAPPEN! I DIDN'T RUN AWAY SOMEONE KIDNAPPED ME! THEY HATE MUSIC AND MUSICIANS! THEY WANT US TO BREAK UP FOREVER! THEY HAVE ROBERT AND PHIL AND JIMI HEND-'
'WHAAT!!!!' Freddie sprang up of his friend. 'Robert who, Phil who, Jimi WHO???' he asked as Roger sucked in breath.
'(gasp, gasp) Robert-Plant (gasp) Phil Lynott and Jimi Hendrix...'
Freddie burst out laughing. 'You are such a wind-up merchant Roger, Jimi and Phil are dead. They died of overdoses remember? You're delirious. How long has it been since you had a glass of water or anything to eat or drink? God Almighty you're burning up dear, you need to get home, you've been through such an ordeal...'
'B-b-but its true, stammered Roger weakly. 'They've been enslaved and they also feed the Beatles in a cage...' these were the last words he uttered before he passed out and lay stone cold next to Roger and John.
This is the wierdest day ever Fred thought to himself. What's a guy to do. Eventually he decided on temporarily abandoning his friends to find a payphone and call for help. He'd completely forgotten about the car crash earlier. He didn't think about the missing wreck or the completely strange surroundings. Giving all his poorly friends a light kiss on the forehead he went off in search of a phone. He walked until the trees thinned out. Then he heard an all too familiar voice.
'Well hello Freddie my dear, Mwahahahahaha!'
'WOAH LA LA LA LA!' Brian and John yelled. 'WOAH WOOOOO-' Freddie thunked them both hard on the head and knocked them both out with a boxing-style punch. 'Mm, still got it then,' murmured Rog. Freddie stood up and tried to pull Roger up too but he was too weak. 'Oh baby, don't worry Rogie, I'll carry you... wait... wait just a cotton-pickin' minute...'
Roger screamed as Freddie flung his entire bodyweight at him. Freddie was yelling 'YOU STUPID FUCKING BASTARD. YOU RUN AWAY AND GET US SO WORRIED WITHOUT AN EXPLANATION?! WHAT COVER!? WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!? HOW'D YOU GET HERE?! WHAT'S GOING ON?!'
'FREDDIE!' Roger was panicing. He might pass out under Freddie's weight. 'FRED I'M SORRY. I NEVER MEANT TO WORRY YOU GUYS! I NEVER MEANT FOR IT TO HAPPEN! I DIDN'T RUN AWAY SOMEONE KIDNAPPED ME! THEY HATE MUSIC AND MUSICIANS! THEY WANT US TO BREAK UP FOREVER! THEY HAVE ROBERT AND PHIL AND JIMI HEND-'
'WHAAT!!!!' Freddie sprang up of his friend. 'Robert who, Phil who, Jimi WHO???' he asked as Roger sucked in breath.
'(gasp, gasp) Robert-Plant (gasp) Phil Lynott and Jimi Hendrix...'
Freddie burst out laughing. 'You are such a wind-up merchant Roger, Jimi and Phil are dead. They died of overdoses remember? You're delirious. How long has it been since you had a glass of water or anything to eat or drink? God Almighty you're burning up dear, you need to get home, you've been through such an ordeal...'
'B-b-but its true, stammered Roger weakly. 'They've been enslaved and they also feed the Beatles in a cage...' these were the last words he uttered before he passed out and lay stone cold next to Roger and John.
This is the wierdest day ever Fred thought to himself. What's a guy to do. Eventually he decided on temporarily abandoning his friends to find a payphone and call for help. He'd completely forgotten about the car crash earlier. He didn't think about the missing wreck or the completely strange surroundings. Giving all his poorly friends a light kiss on the forehead he went off in search of a phone. He walked until the trees thinned out. Then he heard an all too familiar voice.
'Well hello Freddie my dear, Mwahahahahaha!'
EXCELLENT!!!!! Write more! I must find out what happens!
:D
It turned out to be a dream :D xD
It turned out to be a dream :D xD
'You, you're the weirdo that phoned me at 2am!' gasped Freddie. 'That's right darling,' sneered the man. 'I'm the one who kidnapped your friend Rogerina too...' but before he said anything else Freddie knocked him to the ground senseless in a boxer-style punch. 'YOU FREAK, YOU HAD MY BOYFRIEND THINKING I WAS CHEATING ON YOU. D'YOU KNOW HOW LONG I SPENT SHIVERING IN MY UNDIES TRYING TO GET BACK INTO BED YOU-YOU...' as Freddie screamed this he knocked the living hell out of this guy. Not known for his violence, Freddie took the man by surprise but this wore off him now. He was powerless against this new macho (not that I condone violence in any way, except of course if its towards a nasty guy who hurts Roger) Superfred but managed to yell for help. This came to him, in the form of two supercool dark-skinned men. One carried a guitar upside down the other carried a bass the-uh normal way. 'NO-ONE KIDNAPS MY FRIEND AND DEPRIVES ME OF A GOODNIGHTS SLEEP AND GETS AWAY WITH I-JIMI HENDRIX AND PHIL LYNOTT!!! WHAT THE FUCK??!! YOU GUYS ARE MEANT TO BE DEAD!!! Freddie was in shock
Without a word the two living dead stepped forward and dragged Freddie off their master. They then raised their guitars, 'That's right my slaves, put these things to their proper use!' said the evil man who'd recently kidnapped Rog and even more recently received a Freddie-beating. He was eyeing the fine instruments in disgust. BANG BANG! Poor Freddie was knocked stone cold like his buddies still back in the woods and dragged away.
When he woke up he saw Jimi and Phil standing over him they were in the process of tying him up. 'Oi!' he ducked under the ropes and stood up and looked at the guys. Phil towered over Freddie. 'Get the queer,' he snarled.
'Ph-Phil, its me Freddie. I toured with you guys, I know I've changed a lot but it's me. We're friends, a-aand Jimi, I'm like your biggest fan, I love you, I love you both, Oh not like that!' He saw their faces. 'As friends uh- and idols. That's all. And I'm sorry about the dead thing. If you aren't dead that's fine by me, just please don't hurt me, HELP ME, BRIAN, ROGER, JOHNNY H-' but Phil pinned Freddie down and stuffed a piece of silk in his mouth. Freddie yelled and struggled but couldn't form any coherent sentences. 'We aren't dead,' Jimi was speaking, 'And we aren't who you think we are.' Both of them pulled at the skin on their faces. Freddie screamed as it came off. Underneath the mask was...
Without a word the two living dead stepped forward and dragged Freddie off their master. They then raised their guitars, 'That's right my slaves, put these things to their proper use!' said the evil man who'd recently kidnapped Rog and even more recently received a Freddie-beating. He was eyeing the fine instruments in disgust. BANG BANG! Poor Freddie was knocked stone cold like his buddies still back in the woods and dragged away.
When he woke up he saw Jimi and Phil standing over him they were in the process of tying him up. 'Oi!' he ducked under the ropes and stood up and looked at the guys. Phil towered over Freddie. 'Get the queer,' he snarled.
'Ph-Phil, its me Freddie. I toured with you guys, I know I've changed a lot but it's me. We're friends, a-aand Jimi, I'm like your biggest fan, I love you, I love you both, Oh not like that!' He saw their faces. 'As friends uh- and idols. That's all. And I'm sorry about the dead thing. If you aren't dead that's fine by me, just please don't hurt me, HELP ME, BRIAN, ROGER, JOHNNY H-' but Phil pinned Freddie down and stuffed a piece of silk in his mouth. Freddie yelled and struggled but couldn't form any coherent sentences. 'We aren't dead,' Jimi was speaking, 'And we aren't who you think we are.' Both of them pulled at the skin on their faces. Freddie screamed as it came off. Underneath the mask was...
OH THE SUSPENSE!
ITS KILLING ME!
ITS KILLING ME!
LORD VOLDEMORT AND PETER PETTIGREW
Mwahhaha. No not really. sorry.
Maybe it's Queen's old management, like the guys who "Death on Two Legs" is dedicated to.
you know, even though Roger is a good looking girl, dont you think they'd relise that he was a man?
well... then again thats comming from me, and i know Roger's a man... or is he...?
well... then again thats comming from me, and i know Roger's a man... or is he...?
Please add more to the story! I want to know who it is! PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESE!
OK my dear...
A man with greasy blond hair and cold grey eyes and a dull dark-haired sidekick. Freddie spat out his gag at the sheer ugliness of the two men. It wasn't that he was look-ist but the two men seemed to think they were gorgeous. Their names were Lee and a dude with the initial 'H'. They hated music, were not talented at all and had been torpedoed back from the 90's to help bring down the music from the 80's. They were of course half of the most dire band ever to grace this planet. 'Who the hell are you?!' asked Freddie, 'And what is with the yellow leather? Your outfits are blinding me!' But he could just make out a badge of one of them amongst the epileptic-fit-inducing material.
'H' STEPS. IF FOUND PLEASE RETURN TO MANUFACTURER HEARSAY & CO.
The two buggers grabbed Freddie and recommenced their tying him up. Their leader came to oversee this. 'You see Freddie, music is not about individuality. People need to be doing other things with these new techno stuff that's coming out, other than using it in songs and music. I mean come on... millions of ways to use a smoke machine and its used in clubs and concerts and shows for effect,' he scoffed. Freddie couldn't think of any other ways to use the machine but couldn't say anything if he wanted to. But the man was still going on. 'Fades, echoes, synths... music was going out of control, ready to take over the world with all these different types. You don't just have popular music, you have rock, folk, classical, jazz...' But what was wrong with that, Freddie thought, 'You and so-called groups such as Led Zepplin embodied nearly all these musical types and it needed to be stopped. So here's my plan. I abolish all bands such as the aforementioned and all others who write their own material and go among the region of popular music. Because I cannot allow that. I design new bands of about four or five, seven at the most, and they'll all look the same, sound the same and they'll do whatever I want them too. Meanwhile you, your bandmates, Plant, his bandmates and McCartney and his bandmates will be disposed of. You'll never think without me again. You'll spend your life singing along to some stupid track with a bunch of prettyboys and girls all wearing the same clothes saying the same things... can you have the ability to sing a note? Well that's up for me to decide. And when you're not in your pop-group then I'll send out for more musicians to brainwash. Mick Jagger, Roger Daltry, Bowie, Elton, No-one is safe. Soon the world will be teaming with my manufactured pop groups and there's nothing you can do about it. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHARHAHA!' the brainless robots laughed along with their master.
That's all for now folks. As you may have guessed I am a seriously warped child
A man with greasy blond hair and cold grey eyes and a dull dark-haired sidekick. Freddie spat out his gag at the sheer ugliness of the two men. It wasn't that he was look-ist but the two men seemed to think they were gorgeous. Their names were Lee and a dude with the initial 'H'. They hated music, were not talented at all and had been torpedoed back from the 90's to help bring down the music from the 80's. They were of course half of the most dire band ever to grace this planet. 'Who the hell are you?!' asked Freddie, 'And what is with the yellow leather? Your outfits are blinding me!' But he could just make out a badge of one of them amongst the epileptic-fit-inducing material.
'H' STEPS. IF FOUND PLEASE RETURN TO MANUFACTURER HEARSAY & CO.
The two buggers grabbed Freddie and recommenced their tying him up. Their leader came to oversee this. 'You see Freddie, music is not about individuality. People need to be doing other things with these new techno stuff that's coming out, other than using it in songs and music. I mean come on... millions of ways to use a smoke machine and its used in clubs and concerts and shows for effect,' he scoffed. Freddie couldn't think of any other ways to use the machine but couldn't say anything if he wanted to. But the man was still going on. 'Fades, echoes, synths... music was going out of control, ready to take over the world with all these different types. You don't just have popular music, you have rock, folk, classical, jazz...' But what was wrong with that, Freddie thought, 'You and so-called groups such as Led Zepplin embodied nearly all these musical types and it needed to be stopped. So here's my plan. I abolish all bands such as the aforementioned and all others who write their own material and go among the region of popular music. Because I cannot allow that. I design new bands of about four or five, seven at the most, and they'll all look the same, sound the same and they'll do whatever I want them too. Meanwhile you, your bandmates, Plant, his bandmates and McCartney and his bandmates will be disposed of. You'll never think without me again. You'll spend your life singing along to some stupid track with a bunch of prettyboys and girls all wearing the same clothes saying the same things... can you have the ability to sing a note? Well that's up for me to decide. And when you're not in your pop-group then I'll send out for more musicians to brainwash. Mick Jagger, Roger Daltry, Bowie, Elton, No-one is safe. Soon the world will be teaming with my manufactured pop groups and there's nothing you can do about it. MWAHAHAHAHAHAHARHAHA!' the brainless robots laughed along with their master.
That's all for now folks. As you may have guessed I am a seriously warped child
NOOOOOOOO! DONT LET IT HAPPEN!
I'll bury myself in a hole and die!!
SAVE THEM, SAVE THEM!!
Maybe i'm a dumbass, but who are the people??
I'll bury myself in a hole and die!!
SAVE THEM, SAVE THEM!!
Maybe i'm a dumbass, but who are the people??
Oh sorry I didn't make that clear.#
Right in my story so far...
There are a bunch of weirdos who want to abolish all music apart from manufactured pop bands that are all the same like STEPS S Club and Hearsay. They are doing this 'cos they want to destroy music forever. Roger was briefly kidnapped and held for ransom but instead of paying the ransom (giving up making music) the Queens tried to save Roger and now are in a load of trouble. Roger did escape and the bad guys are after his blood. Now the fate of the boys is that unless a miracle occurs they will be turned into a pop band.
By the way I don't know who the ringleaders of these phsycos are. They don't have names. You're welcome to make one up.
Right in my story so far...
There are a bunch of weirdos who want to abolish all music apart from manufactured pop bands that are all the same like STEPS S Club and Hearsay. They are doing this 'cos they want to destroy music forever. Roger was briefly kidnapped and held for ransom but instead of paying the ransom (giving up making music) the Queens tried to save Roger and now are in a load of trouble. Roger did escape and the bad guys are after his blood. Now the fate of the boys is that unless a miracle occurs they will be turned into a pop band.
By the way I don't know who the ringleaders of these phsycos are. They don't have names. You're welcome to make one up.
The robots finished tying Freddie up. They then wrapped him up in bubble wrap,ready for him to be packaged and sent off to the 'pop band' factory. Poor Freddie was unable to move or speak. He was wrapped up too tightly. 'Take it to the storage room,' commanded the ringleader. 'I must go and find the other Queens. Taylor will pay dearly for outsmarting us,' he went off into the woods nearby and found the other unconcious Queens in a heap. He clicked his fingers and the two robots came running. Same with these two as before. Out of nowhere a couple of lengths of rope were produced and Bri and Deaky were tied up. Quite by chance Roger awoke. He saw the other two's pale faces, just as they were covered with bubblewrap like Freddie. 'What the hell?-'
'Ah Roger, nice of you to rejoin us. I don't believe we were quite finished with the torture routine now were we? How did you escape?'
'Easy,' replied Roger, 'Once you went to de-road my friends' car I was so exhausted I fell down. Jimi and Phil missed me and I crawled away. No-one noticed, hehe...' Roger's voice trailed off.
'Jimi and Phil? Who the hell... oh right that's you guys,' The ringleader jerked his head at the robots. 'What? Y-you-you mean that they were disguises? Why, why would you impersonate a dead person for that purpose that's just cruel!' cried Roger.
'To intimidate you, I don't know if you've noticed but these guys ain't exactly threatening,' the ringleader nodded to the robots, who had now finished wrapping John and Brian up and were taking them away to the storage room also. 'I wanted you to know how powerful I really was. I'm going to destroy music forever. MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHARRA!'
'Nah, not so long as I'm around,' replied Roger. 'Yeah see that's the thing, I do believe you... which why I'm just getting rid of you once and for all,' returned the ringleader.
'Pardon,' Roger had no idea about what was going on.
'See Roger, I own a factory where music is manufactured, Girl bands, boy bands, kid bands, we have 'em all. Any excess material such as souls, minds, thoughts, stuff which isn't necessary to a pop group gets rid of. I'm afraid that's where you're headed Roger,'
'Huh?!' Roger was bundled up by three more robots.
'It's a shame... y'know you could have been big in a pop group Roger, got the right looks...'
That was the last straw. Roger yelled and kicked but the robots held firm. 'But you'll never look in the mirror as Roger Taylor again. When we are finished with you you'll be in a coma. You'll wake up in 2020 as a blond girl named Geri. Roger Taylor, Queen, will be no more...'
Roger was lain on the ground and before he passed out he saw a strange white instrument flash before him, 'No No No, Don't...' He pinned down and beaten about the head. Then the gruesome operation to send him comatose began.
'Ah Roger, nice of you to rejoin us. I don't believe we were quite finished with the torture routine now were we? How did you escape?'
'Easy,' replied Roger, 'Once you went to de-road my friends' car I was so exhausted I fell down. Jimi and Phil missed me and I crawled away. No-one noticed, hehe...' Roger's voice trailed off.
'Jimi and Phil? Who the hell... oh right that's you guys,' The ringleader jerked his head at the robots. 'What? Y-you-you mean that they were disguises? Why, why would you impersonate a dead person for that purpose that's just cruel!' cried Roger.
'To intimidate you, I don't know if you've noticed but these guys ain't exactly threatening,' the ringleader nodded to the robots, who had now finished wrapping John and Brian up and were taking them away to the storage room also. 'I wanted you to know how powerful I really was. I'm going to destroy music forever. MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHARRA!'
'Nah, not so long as I'm around,' replied Roger. 'Yeah see that's the thing, I do believe you... which why I'm just getting rid of you once and for all,' returned the ringleader.
'Pardon,' Roger had no idea about what was going on.
'See Roger, I own a factory where music is manufactured, Girl bands, boy bands, kid bands, we have 'em all. Any excess material such as souls, minds, thoughts, stuff which isn't necessary to a pop group gets rid of. I'm afraid that's where you're headed Roger,'
'Huh?!' Roger was bundled up by three more robots.
'It's a shame... y'know you could have been big in a pop group Roger, got the right looks...'
That was the last straw. Roger yelled and kicked but the robots held firm. 'But you'll never look in the mirror as Roger Taylor again. When we are finished with you you'll be in a coma. You'll wake up in 2020 as a blond girl named Geri. Roger Taylor, Queen, will be no more...'
Roger was lain on the ground and before he passed out he saw a strange white instrument flash before him, 'No No No, Don't...' He pinned down and beaten about the head. Then the gruesome operation to send him comatose began.