The wind was roaring all around me, the weatherman said it was going to be a bad storm but I never imagined anything like this. "What the" I gasped as I saw a car being physically picked up by the wind, and carried away. The house started creaking, moaning, jerking. What’s going on I thought. Was it me, or did there seem like this was more then any normal storm, there was something evil about it, something, not human, about this storm. Then it happened, my house started to be picked up! There was a loud crash bang and a few wholops thrown in, as the whole house was picked up into the whirlwind! The house, with me in it ,were going around and around, everyone else in the house had left that morning leaving just me. The house span around and around and around, I grabbed hold of the sofa I was lying on, and
closed my eyes. Then, it went quiet.

I opened my eyes. Where was I? I was still on my sofa. Few I thought, it must have been a dream. I laughed and decided to step outside for a breather. As I opened the front door and walked through still laughing from the strange dream I had. "As if a whirlwind could pick up my house" I said "this is England anyway, we don’t get whirlwinds in..... huh!" As I stepped out side my front door, I saw loads of people looking at me, everyone with a cup and saucer in there hand. The whole place was quiet, I looked around. I seemed to be in a room, an old, Victorian perhaps, room. I looked at the people staring at me, they were expecting an explanation, what was I going to say?

As I was about to say something, someone came rushing over to me, and handed me a cup of, tea I think it was. The whole room sighed with relief. Then there was a cheer. The man who handed me the cup of tea shook my hand, "IM glad to see someone taking a stand against those wizzes". "Wizzes?" I said puzzled. "Yes, your strange building, it landed on Antman the wizard,". The man I just met led me into the crowd as he spoke. "Thank god, you know we've always hated......" but before he could continue, the house shook, and shook, and then my whole house, started glowing white, pulsating, and then, in a loud explosion, it disintegrated!

The explosion had made everyone turn away. Slowly we all turned back and stared at the place my house was. "You've always hated who?!" boomed a loud, yet slightly squeaky voice. "Who said that I" I whispered, then we all looked down. We saw this small little man, dressed in a blue wizard outfit, starting to pick himself up. Everyone gasped. The small man looked up and said, "what happened, how'd you lot get to be so big, I demand you all get small this minute!" Then the same man who had led me away, said "Mr. Antman, ermm, were not big, you've got ermm smaller, you see, this man heres strange building, came out from a big vortex, that suddenly appeared in our ceiling, and well, you were underneath it when it landed." "What!" said the little wizard booming in his squeaky voice, "This can't be, well a little magic will sort this problem out". The little man raised his hands, and muttered a few words, then in another flash of white light, and loud explosion, in which everyone looked away once more. We all turned back, and standing there, still at his size of 6 inches tall, was the wizard they called Antman. "Why won't it work" said Antman, and he started jumping up and down, like a child throwing a tantrum, "how is anyone going to take me seriously at this size". He's going to be angry with me in a moment, I know it, I thought, it was my house after all that made him this size, I’ll have to do something quickly. "Excuse me, Mr. Antman sir," I said, and he looked up at me sternly, "well personally I think that this is an advantage, you are truly as your name suggests, an ant man, and anyway, if people don't take you seriously, turn them into a frog or something with your amazing powers". The man I met earlier steeped forward and said, "and besides, it'll take you longer to drink your tea now won't it, before you have to go and get a refill!" Then everyone else in the whole room, except me, laughed, what is it these people have with tea! "Yes I surpose your right, I don't know how IM going to explain this to Richard, and the rest of the wizzes, but hey, I was looking for something to assert my individuality, thank you my friend" and with that, he muttered a few words, and disappeared. With that everyoneturned and started chatting to each other, as if nothing had happened.

I turned to the man who had helped me out of this little (sos bad pun) predicament, and asked "Where am I, the last thing I remember was this big whirlwind picking up my house, and then wham, IM here!" The man thought for a moment, took a sip of his tea, then looked up at me. "Those dammed wizzess must be up to there tricks, someone has got to do something about them. You see my strange friend, this is the tea room, and that (he pointed to a door) is the door to the rest of the world that we call Mud. I believe the only way your going to get home, if that is what you wish" and I nodded "then I believe you must either get a wizz to send you back, which I dout, because they wouldn't be liked by the other wizzes for it, or, you must become a wizz yourself". I Thought for a second, and I took a sip of my tea. I looked up and asked "ok then, how do I become a wizz". "First things first, what’s you name" he asked. Peter I replied" and he looked at me shocked. "No no no that won't do, you need a proper name, ermm something that makes you sound hard, dangerous, daring, oh well I can't think oh a name like that so Rocko will have to do, yes, you shall now be called Rocko. Now about becoming a wizz, you must collect points, by either killing what we call mobiles, collecting treasure and depositing it in the swamp, doing certain tasks, completing puzzle, killing other people who are collecting points like you, but beware of this last one, although it is not illegal to kill others, you tend to find other people don't like you for it, unless of course that person has stole/attacked or is a known player killer" I looked puzzle, "a what killer", I said. "A player killer" he said, "me, you, everyone in here and out there are just players, in this world called mud, I’ve told you too much already, the rest I can not help you with, it'll be best for you to learn yourself, here take this" and he concentrated hard, and mumbled some words, and what looked like a computer that can fit on your wrist appeared, and he handed it to me. "Are you a wizz as well then" I asked, and he laughed, no IM just a sorcerer, my name isn't important, but this will help you in your journey. It tells you what level you are on, how many points you need, how many points other people are" and as he spoke he guided me to the door "it gives you basic descriptions of things and tells you how long till the next reset, and does some other stuff". "Reset?" I said, "what’s that". The man smiled once more opened the door and said, why that’s how long it is until the world resets itself" and before I could say anything else he pushed me out of the door saying "now get out there and get points". There was a bright white flash surrounding me, and I could not see a thing.

The world around me slowly came into focus, and I saw a big open space around me. I seemed to be in some sort of country side. It seemed like I was on earth, but as the man told me, it wasn't, it was a strange place called mud, and as if to prove that this is a strange place, I heard sounds of someone running, coming towards me. I looked up to see this woman, running, looking behind her, fleeing from something, and then I saw it, there was this, this, this zombie running after her. She seemed badly injured, and they were getting closer, what am I going to do? The zombie was holding an axe as well! I turned to the door I entered this land through but it was gone. Maybe they won't see me! Then both the zombie and the woman turned to see me, im having all the luck todat arn't I. She quickly uses the little computer on her arm, and started heading over to me shouting for my help. What am I going to do?!!

What is rocko going to do?! Will he be made to fight? Will he run? Will he wet himself and shout mummy (or its politically correct term of zombie)? Will he survive in mud? Will he get home, and if he does how will he explain the lack of a house to his parents? Who was that strange man who helped him in the old Victorian room? What does mud tea actually taste like? Will Antman be able to explain what happened to him to the other wizzes? All these questions and more, but not necessarily answered, in the next episode, of.............

ROCKO'S (not so modern) MUD LIFE!