Chapter 19d: The Legend of Primenet Com

(A Special Halloween through the New Millenium Chapter)

My Tale Will Go On

(Music by Will Horner, Lyrics by Nicktoon Angora)
Sung by Celine "Does This Outfit Make Me Look Fat?" Dion

Every week he'd write them,
He'd type them,
He'd post them,
Tales of Nick Angora
Would crawl...

He would post them weekly,
Then monthly,
Then yearly,
Then he'd hardly write them
At all.

Plots,
Tunes,
Would never conclude,
Yet he'd say that his tale would
Go on.
March...
June...
"I'll write it real soon..."
"Nicktoon's tale," he would swear,
"will go on..."

t had been two, maybe three years since Nickabod had received the mysterious invitation from Flamenka Van Tassel, and a few hours less than that since we had last seen him galumphing off into the night forest of the sleepy village of Primenet Com. In that time, Flamenka had become the local entrepreneur, heading up a successful software company - well, as successful as any software company could be before the invention of computers - called WenchWare. Though in those circumstances the product was completely useless, the manuals were pretty cool, and the success of her startup hinged primarily on the misinterpreted rumors that her software sucked.

Also in that time, Nickabod had managed to reach the entrance to the forest, which is where - for lack of anything more pressing to do - we join him.

"Whoa, Throate," he said as he pulled back on the reins and summarily pivoted on the stirrups and toppled over the horse's head onto the loamy forest floor. He picked himself up on one bony elbow, and read the decaying wooden sign that stood by the trail leading into the black woods. "Haunted . . . Forest . . . I'd . . . turn . . . back . . . if . . . I . . . were . . . you . . ." Atop the sign was a cartoony picture of a ghost. On the ground, scattered damply near the sign, were some rain-sodden straw, an old nebulizer marked "Witch Repellent," and some silver paint that made his skin break out. Nickabod stood up and gingerly climbed back up on his horse, shook the reins and slowly edged into the woods.