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"Shit, dude," went up the voice of Bleu, "This is like something from a horror movie ... Red?"
"Hmmph," came the response, squashed somewhere between Bleu's remarkable bosom. With a murmured apology, Red was released, catching her breath.
"Bleu, sometimes appliances like these can hold charge for some time after power has been pulled from them. I'll go look for a torch." Red left her friend in the dark and began walking away from the strange screen-- only to run head-first into some sort of obstacle.
"Ah! You turned me around, Bleu! I hit the wall already! Wait, where is it ... wait .. where's the ... the couch and ... the windows?"
"Red, you're freakin' me out. You better not be messin' with me, Red."
"Bleu, I'm serious, look! The windows are ... are gone!"
Turning around slowly, any air of bravado gone, Bleu peeked around long enough to confirm it. There was no longer the tiny glimmer of light peering in through the storm-- or the storm at all, for that matter. Having so long been conditioned by the pounding rain to put it out of their minds, they barely even noticed that it had faded away to nothing. Bleu's head snapped back the way it was staring, her whole body tensing up.
"Sh-shit! Red! Where are the windows, Red?!" Red trailed her way back through the darkness to the sound of Bleu's voice.
"It's okay, Bleu! I thought you were a brave girl?"
"It's okay?" Bleu squeezed her friend once again. "It's OKAY?! IT'S NOT OK--"

"WELCOME ... TO MY MAGICAL REALM ... !"

Across from them, the grinning, slightly pixelated image of the wizard did the unthinkable. His claw-like hands seemed to grip the edges of the television and pull them, sending the screen stretching out until the borders were no longer visible and the wizard stood before them in full size.
He was a wizard in every way imaginable. Blue robes with stars on them, a matching pointy hat, a long white beard and a creepy old face, holding a gnarled staff in his hand. His voice and appearance still held that strange digitised appearance, as though this were all still part of the game.
"Who the hell are you? What the hell's going on?!" Bleu demanded. Now that there was someone to yell at, it was Red doing the hanging-on.

"I AM THE WIZARDE!" he boomed, his voice unearthly loud, "THE KEEPER OF THIS MAGICAL REALME!"

"How is he doing that?" Bleu murmured.
"Yeah, speaking in bold and adding 'e' to the end of words?" Red murmured back.

"THIS QUESTIONE IS IRRELEVANTE! YOU ARE NOW ... IN MY REALM!" The Wizarde swept his majyke stave and the room lit up, flaming torches flaring into life along the stone walls. It looked like they were in a medieval dungeon or cell, complete with skeleton chained to the wall and ... powdered pelvis?

"I don't think we're in Kansas any more, Toto."
"Shush, Bleu."

"THE ONLE WAY TO RETURNE FROM WHENCE THOU CAME IS TO TRAVERSE MY MAZE, or -DONJON-! YOU MUST ACQUIRE THE -SECRET TREASURES OF ETERNALE RAIN- AND ASSEMBLE THE -MYTHIC FONTE OF HELVETICAE-!"

"What? Like the typeface?"
"Is this a reference, Red?"

"AND, BEFORE I LEAVE THIS PLACE ... " Once again, the Wizarde waved his meijickal rod about and ...

"Shit! My underwear!"
"My dress! He ... we're naked!"

"Hehe, sweeeet ... uh, I mean, EXCELLENTE! NOW, GO FORTHE AND PROTECT THY VIRTUE! HAHAHAHA! MUAH HAHAHAHA! WAAAHAHAHA!" With another wave, the Wizarde was gone, and the girls were alone.

"What. The fuck. Was that."
"Bleu ... w-where are we? Bleu?"
"Oh, sweet, this skeleton had a sword!"

RUSTY SWORD -2 ACQUIRED

Bleu waved about her sword with delight.
"This is just like my video games!" she giggled, all fear and nudity forgotten. Bleu was a girl comfortable in her own skin, and very okay with a plot hook that netted her some kind of starting weapon. Red glared at her, still trying in vain to cover her slender body.
"Ugh, don't gimme that face. We're gonna get outta here. I'm gonna shove this Rusty Sword -2 up that wizard's asshole." Bleu held up the sword. Etched into the handle was inded the tag 'rusty sword -2'. Handy.

Now what?