Las Vegas burns, Angel Kiss barely escaped,
and we say goodbye to Tina Marie
L-R: Tory. Mela and Craftie Lady in Las Vegas
.
Continued from last issue .........as the crowd at the House of Blues
at the Mandalay Bay
rushed the stage,
throwing
chairs, glasses and
beer bottles, Craftie
Lady, Tory, Mela
and Tina Marie of
Angel
Kiss were in real
danger......... "GO HOME YOU F&*@ING CARTOONS" the voices shouted as if it they spoke with
one purpose, and the hate was thick in the
air like a two dollar drug store perfume
from Hell. I picked up Craftie Lady,
Tina Marie
vanishing in
a inferno at the
House of Blues
who had been hit with an olive and then a
chair thrown from
the crowd. "We have
got to go, NOW", Mela screamed, as the crowd began to rush
the stage throwing
burning napkins and impromptu
Molotav cocktails
made from beer bottles,
high proof vodka
and table napkins. I reached back to grab Tina Maries hand,
only to see a flaming
object crash against
her chest, exploding
into a fireball.
Tina Marie did not fall down or scream. She
just looked down as if someone had spilled
red wine on her white party dress. She looked
back up at me and I saw her mouth move as
she quietly asked "Why?" Then she
faded away, and was gone. Mela grabbed my shoulder telling me, "do
not worry about Tina Marie, we have got to
get out of here NOW, this place is going to burn".
I looked out at the
rioting crowd and could
see flames flickering
in the House of Blues
Mela escaping
the House of
Blues
as well as in the Casino, and panic had set
in among the gamblers and guests. Those that
were not rampaging and looting were running
for their lives. The three of us darted across the backstage
area and ran out the stage door, just as
a burning beam came crashing to the ground
barely missing Mela. "This way", Craftie Lady barked
at us, and we ran full steam towards a bus
headed for Fremont Street in downtown Las
Vegas. I reached into my coin purse and dropped
enough money into the coin box for the three
of us and we sat down in the back of the
bus, huffing and puffing. I turned to look back and saw a massive orange
glow, fire, smoke and flashing lights. Terrified
guests and gamblers were running around like
ants, confused and helpless. "Poor Tina
Alone and desperate
on Fremont
Street in
Las Vegas
Marie", I said as tears began to well
up in my eyes. Mela put her arm around me
and reminded me that the Guardian has told
us that we could not be killed in Real. "I
hope so, dear Mela. I hope she is safe and
sound back in Moove sipping Chamomille Tea
and eating lemon cookies". I sniffled
and looked out the bus window as the lights
of the Las Vegas Strip fought to break through
the smoke. We got off at Fremont Street and tried to
act casual, but it
was obivious we were
not
from Las Vegas and
we reeked of smoke.
With our belongings burned and no hotel room
to hide out in, Craftie suggested we find
a way out of the city without being seen.
"Uhm, Auntie Craftie? We are
Tory on Fox
News as a wanted
criminal
smack dab in the middle of a city of more
than a million people, and we have no money,
no friends here, and ...uhm, we are Avatars
- how are we going to get out?", I asked
worriedly. "The first thing we have to do is find
out what is going
on back at the Mandalay
Bay", Mela stated.
"We need to
know if we are still
in danger. That will
give us an idea on
what to do".
We went into the Golden Goose Strip Club
and felt the eyes upon us immedialty. They
were not friendly or curious eyes, they were
darn angry eyes. Mela poked me in the ribs and whispered,
"look". I followed her pointing
finger to the television behind the bar and
there I was on the news channel. My pic with
WANTED plastered across it was the top story on
the local Fox News affiliate. The news anchor
was saying how we started a riot and set
the hotel on fire on purpose - that we were
armed and dangerous. ARMED? I have an Enzo
Guitar, a pair of Vallian sunglasses, a coin
purse with seventy-five cents, and a soiled
cheerleader outfit. WTF? Just then we heard someone shout, "HEY, there are those cartoons, let's
get them". The three of us bolted to the door, knocking
over some drunk frat boys coming in to scope
out the dancers. "STOP THEM", the bouncer hollered, but before the frat
boys could get up we were already across
the street and heading for the end of Fremont
Street.
Angel Kiss running for their lives from the
mob of Avatar-Haters
We reached the end of Fremont Street and
saw dozens of police
cars speeding towards
us with lights flashing
and sirens blaring.
Craftie grabbed my
arm and I grabbed Melas
and we took off running
down an alley that
ended at a drainage
ditch. An angry mob of
police and locals
were screaming at us and
getting closer. "We are going to have jump", Craftie
told us. Before I could even think of a good
argument to
Craftie Lady watching as Las Vegas burns
keep us from jumping 20 feet into a drainage
ditch full of God
Knows What, Craftte yelled,
JUMP", and the three of us did just that. With the mob right behind us, we ran through
the drainage ditch and ducked into a sewer
opening, still running as hard and as fast
as we could. It was then that Mela said, HEY WAIT, if we cannot be killed, why are we running?" "The Guardian did not say we could
not be hurt, just that we could not be killed".
I replied through deep breaths as I kept
pumping my legs through the sewage. I was
almost 50 yards down the darkening sewage
pipe before I realized that Mela and Craftie
were not running with me. I turned around and saw Mela and Craftie
squaring off as the dozen or so Avatar-Haters
slowed to a trot. It was clear that the Avatar-Haters
had not given much thought to what they would
do if and when they caught us. Even the two
policemen in riot gear were surprised that
two cartoon cheerleaders with guitars on
their backs had stopped and were prepared
to stand their ground.
Attacked by
a blue haired Avatar - Hater,
Craftie defends
the threesome
"You are under arrest, anything you
say, can and will
be used against y....................",
the policeman did
not have time to
finish,
as he was knocked
to ground by a boy
with
a blue mohawk who
was screaming, "DEATH TO AVATARS". He lunged at Craftie Lady who swung around
in a full roundhouse karate kick and caught
him right in the chest knocking him down.
He crumpled to the ground gasping for air.
The rest of the crowd backed off as the policeman
got up, looked at us for a moment and brushed
himself off. The policeman grabbed the blue haired boy
and began handcuffing him, and as he was
Mela, Craftie
and Tory walk
through the sewer.
reading him his rights, Mela shouted,"
YOU WANT A WAR?. COME ON, YOU CATS (uhm, she did not say cats, but the other
word she used cannot be repeated in this
magazine).
The crowd began to thin out as one by one
the Avatar-Haters slinked off into the darkeness,
until all that remained was the blue haired
boy and the policeman. "The policeman looked up at us while
he held "Blue Hair" down with his
knee and said, "GO, get out of here and look for the GTA graffitti".
He tossed us a flashlight and said, "you
are going to need this". "I am not your enemy, but I have a duty
to do - I am giving you a 10 minute head
start, now GO!" The three of us took off running once again
through the rat-infested sewage, not stopping
until the dim light had turned to darkness,
and the only sound we could hear was the
dripping of water and rats scurrying on ledges
above our heads. As I leaned over resting
my hands on my knees trying to catch my breath,
Mela turned the flashlight on and scanned
our surroundings.
The leeches
and filth in
the water affects
even avatars.
"LOOK!", Mela said. The faint glow of the
flashlight had illuminated three letters
and three arrows...GTA. "That's what
the policeman told us to look for",
I hopefully said. "Do we trust him"?, Craftie asked.
"I think we have to, Craftie",
Mela answered. "We really have no choice",
she added as she shined the flashlight in
a circle revealing only three choices - an
unknown tunnel much smaller than the one
we were in, the way we had just came and
the GTA route. After resting for a few minutes and listening
for any sound of Avatar-Haters, we turned
right and followed the arrows which were
marked every 100 yards or so until we came
to a room at a dead end. Mela began to again shine the light revealing
the four smooth pitch-black walls of the
room. Just then a rat, I mean a HUGE rat
fell from above into Melas hair and she dropped
the light into the sewage where it went out.
The GTA sign
the policeman
told us to look
for.
GET IT OFF ME!, Mela screamed, and Craftie in a swift movement
that reminded me
of a "Kill Bill movie",
swung her Enzo guitar
crushing the skull
of the rodent just
as it was about to bite
Melas shoulder -
its lifeless body plopping
in the dark sewage
near our feet. "I think we should go back", I
said, almost crying.
I could feel Mela and
Craftie pulling close
to me and could hear
their breath in the
silent darkness. "You
may be right",
replied Mela. "I
am major freaking
out, and I cannot be sure,
but I think there
are leeches sucking on
my legs". "What's that? Craftie said in a louder voice than we had
been using, causing
Mela and I to jump just
a teenie bit. "That
green glow...do
you see it?"
I squinted and peered into
the blackness and
saw a very faint glow of
green against the
far wall. "I see it",
I excitedly said,
while Mela sloshed through
the filth towards
it. "It's a ............................DOOR!", Mela hollered, "come on, hurry
up".
The Green Door
and GTA Portal
A time elapsed
video of what
exactly happens
when a Moove
resident poofs.
The actual
poofing
takes just
a millisecond.
As I approached Mela and the door, I saw
a strange sign that
I could barely make out,
"Guardian Travel and Vacations...GUARDIAN
TRAVEL AGENT! GTA!. Mela opened the door and the three of us
passed through. Continued on next page.
Click the Green Click
to Enter to the right
and see what happens
when we poof (in slow
motion)
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.........as the crowd at the House of Blues
at the Mandalay Bay
rushed the stage,
throwing
chairs, glasses and
beer bottles, Craftie
Lady, Tory, Mela
and Tina Marie of
Angel
Kiss were in real
danger.........
