Here is a little story about the luggage

Here is a little story about the luggage. from iaa05robbajr

Adventure of the Luggage

The Luggage is not like your everyday travel accessory, the difference being that your suitcase wouldn’t try to bite a stranger’s head off.
It comes from a world that is on the back of four giant elephants who stand on the shell of “Great A’Tuin”, the sky turtle, showing that the gods enjoy a joke as much as anyone else.

The way the Luggage came to earth is complicated and might involve screaming. It happened when a failed wizard battled a crazed sorcerer opening a gateway to the dungeon dimensions. The Luggage, following its master, suddenly found itself hurtling through time and space only to find itself in someone’s basement in London.
* * *
Sergeant McLeggin wiped his brow, realized he was doing it and sent Corporal Myers down to the basement. “Things shouldn’t be like this”, he thought, “you shouldn’t get the whole police force away because someone thought a box had appeared and eaten someone else”. Of course there was the hole in the wall, and the distressing smell of burnt tin.
The corporal appeared supporting a tremendous black eye.
“Well, did you find anything”, shouted the sergeant.
“Um, do you believe in god sir” said the corporal with the air of one tap dancing on ice.
“No”
“Well start blaspheming like Hell”
The Sergeant sighed, drew his gun and advanced towards the basement.

The Luggage lurked in a corner, obscured by boxes and such like.
It was angry; which wasn’t unusual for the Luggage. It had had enough. It was in a small room that smelled like a goat with halitosis and people had shot him with mini crossbows.
There was the sound of someone coming down the stairs.
The Luggage opened its lid slightly.

Sergeant McLeggin looked around the basement. There didn’t seem to be a lot there and he was just about to head back up when he heard a noise in the far corner.
Gun at the ready he walked up to the corner and looked around a box.
“Oh bugger”, he said
Corporal Myers stood listening to the noises coming from the basement. They weren’t at all pleasant. There was a distant scream and a faint burbling sound and then nothing. A few seconds later there was the sound of hundreds of little feet walking up the stairs.
Myers drew his gun and fired.
10 minutes later he was found gibbering next to a hole in a wall.
* * *
The Luggage ran on towards the London Power plant.
It looked like a treasure chest moving on hundreds of little feet and if you opened its lid you would not find a bottom to it, it’s inside stretching away into nothingness, meaning that if you dropped something into it, it would probably turn up yesterday.
It was also very magical and high amounts of magic can break through worlds. This was happening now. All it needed was a high power source.
The Luggage knowing this started to run towards the power plant.

The Luggage ran on, raw magic crystallizing on its lid. It ran on past the guardsman whose wife would be very upset about all the washing she would have to do.
It ran into the power plant: the cast iron doors held no barrier to it. Two guards blocked it’s way. They hadn’t seen it yet. The Luggage slowed down and opened its lid.

Murray Robertson, millionaire, walked up the corridor of his new Power Plant towards his new office next to the reactor. Yes. Things were looking good.
He walked into his new office, shouting at a few people for the look of the thing, told everyone to get out and sat down in his chair. Ah, alone at last. Now he could think straight.
“I WOULDN’T GET COMFORTABLE IF I WERE YOU.”
Murray looked around. He was sure he had heard someone speak, but he was all alone. He heard a scuffling outside in the hall. Un-nerved he opened his bottom drawer and took out his knife he kept there for emergencies. Casually he opened the door and looked around the corridor. There, trying with considerable success to knock down the door was a small box on legs. Murray made a noise like a frog being stood on and dropped the knife. The thing stopped battering the hell out of the door and started to run towards him. A split second later it collided with him and Murray was sent flying halfway down the hallway. As he landed he heard a crack as his head met with the floor.

A few minutes later Murray got up and looked around. The thing had returned to the door but he was occupied with the figure in front of him. It wore a black robe and was holding a scythe.
“I TOLD YOU SO”, said Death, and with a swish of his scythe, Murray was gone.

The Luggage broke through into the reactor room, raw magic playing havoc with the objects around him. A small Danish pastry flew away and turned into a teapot.
The Luggage ran towards the reactor and was just about to jump in when there was a huge explosion and a hole was blown in the wall. Twenty Royal Marines jumped in and started to shoot at the Luggage, but it was too late. It was already in the reactor.
There was a loud fizzling sound, the smell of burnt tin and then nothing. The Power Plant blew up, taking half of London with it, and in the middle of it all a ball of yellow light that eventually got smaller and smaller until it disappeared leaving only a mass of twisted metal.

Death looked around at what remained of down-town London and leaned on his scythe.
IT’S GOING TO BE A BUSY DAY”, he said.

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