//------------------------------// // Prologue // Story: Twisted Magic: Black // by Randomizer77 //------------------------------// “The Storyteller,” he is called. That’s not his real name, of course, but everyone calls him “The Storyteller” or just “Storyteller” anyway. Why? Because of the tales he weaves: short, long, grim or silly, he can do it, and he does it well. This is exactly what has brought you to this unassuming bar; it just happens to be one of The Storyteller’s favorites. A friend recommended a tale that you might be interested in hearing, and the best way to hear it is straight from the stallion himself. Your friend has courteously arranged the meeting ahead of time, so when you enter the building, you head straight to a booth near the back. The Storyteller is wearing a nondescript brown coat, idly resting while you approach. As you sit down, his eyes open and a smile graces his features. “You must be who I’m meeting tonight,” He says. “Indeed I am,” You respond. “And what tale would you like to hear?” “My friend only called it ‘TMB.’” “I see...” The Storyteller says. “I assume they told you that it’s not a story for the faint of heart?” “They did,” you say, “that’s why I wanted to hear it. I’ve been looking for a good dark story for awhile now.” The Storyteller smiles again. “Well then make yourself comfortable and order a round of food and drink, because we’ll be here for awhile,” He says. “This tale takes place in a city that you won’t find on any map, for many believe it is cursed. ‘Midtown,’ it is called, and it’s a wretched place overrun with crime, corruption and rot. “And yet, and yet... there is a yearly contest, called Twisted Metal, held by the mysterious Calypso. Legend has it that he has the power to grant the winner of his contest one wish of their choosing, no matter the size or reality. Wealth, power, revenge... win Twisted Metal, and he will make it happen. But first, one must fight for it: several battles across Midtown, including a one-on-one duel against Minion, the previous winner of Twisted Metal. “Many of the contestants are inmates of the local Blackfield Asylum; even those that aren’t each have their own story to tell, and their own motive.” By now, what you ordered has arrived, but you barely notice; you’re fully engrossed in The Storyteller’s words. “This is the tale... of Twisted Magic: Black.”