Rolk threatened to kill me if there's no info on this game today, so I made some up so that my life may be spared. Consider this the beginning of the game.
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On a fine Saturday afternoon, Sonic laid lounging in his materfully upholstered armchair of highly esteemed calibur as usual inside his mansion, because we all know Sonic the Hedgehog is the type to sit around inside a house all day and night and not move. Books were strewn all about the study; one in particular lay chained on the top of the coffee table next to him, the word “Arabian” just barely readable under the locked chains. The key swung around and around Sonic's fingertip as he wondered what the heck he was going to do in the next five minutes – perhaps stay sitting there comfortably, run to the store because he needs tissues, call his employer about delivering their next greatest product to the gullible world, ask Tails and Knuckles if they still remember their names, play with Eggman's toys, write a check to the kind security guards for keeping Amy, Shadow, and Cream locked up for a whole game...
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the blatantly open window with force. The bookcovers on many stray books fluttered, but only one opened up. When the cardboard cover revealed the thin paper pages beneath it, the book spoke forth to Sonic.
“...brave knight...” it muttered, in an overly mystic and ghostly undertone.
Sonic looked up and stared at the talking book for a moment, and uttered an exxagerated “ugh,” recalling what happened the last time a book talked to him. He rested his head against the palm of his hand in disappointment that his adventures into the vast array of old literature was not over yet, glaring at the chained-up book next to him.
“...we require your chivalry, noble blue one...”
“Can't I catch a break for once? I've been sucked into a different book, an alternate dimension, a really horrendous plotline that I am so glad I can't remember, not to mention this tubby italian guy keeps asking me to his parties now...”
“...come...”
Sonic sighed. “Fine, fine. How do I get into your book this time? I doubt you have a magic carpet.”
“...say the word, 'ni'...”
“...Ni?” Confused, Sonic leaned forward a bit towards the book in curiousity. The response was immediate however; the book flittered its pages rapidly, light began eroding into Sonic's sight, and suddenly, Sonic found himself lost in a brand new book.
As Sonic's eyes were starting to focus, the first thing he was able to take into account was actually the smell. Clearly, someone around here was either riding horses or not showering, or perhaps both. His vision began to materialize, and Sonic found himself in a stone-floored room with a large, round table; around it were seated a large number empty seats and some zealous knights, each with their own trusty sword visibly sheathed. The familiar voice called to him again, without the overly mystic and ghostly undertone.
“Welcome to the Knights of the Round Table, noble blue one.”
The voice belonged to a man who, in a nutshell, looked like the stereotypical King Arthur.
“My name is King Arthur.”
“..”
“Will you hear our plea?”
“...Sure thing. What's going on?”
“In our fair Camelot, we Knights of the Round Table are dedicated to our ways of chivalry and honor. The stories that make up our world are not only important to the well being of this world, but they provide your world, blue hedgehog, with an example of how to live like a true knight. Recently though... a former Knight of the Round Table has been tearing our stories apart.”
“How?”
“He takes his sword... and shoves it into their gut, silencing them forever!!!”
Sonic gasped. “Brutal!!”
“Actually, he just takes his sword, and he cuts their tongue out!!”
Sonic gasped. “Horrible!!”
“Actually... he just kidnaps them.”
Sonic gasped. “Why am I gasping at that?”
“Oh noble blue hedgehog...”
“Hey, just call me Sonic.”
“Oh noble sonic blue hedgehog...” Sonic hit his face with the palm of his hand. “Will you return our captured knights to our noble round table?”
“No problem, kinglyness. I've got this all under control.”
“Excellent. I must induct you into our order. Please kneel.”
Sonic did as he was asked, and King Arthur stepped forward. He unsheathed his mighty blade and laid it on Sonic's shoulder.
“I dub thee... Sir Blue the Sonic Hedgehog!”
“(I'm Sonic the Hedgehog!!)” Sonic whispered.
“(Oh, okay.)” King Arthur noted. “I dub thee.. Sir Sonic the Hedgehog!”
“That's better. Thanks king! I'll get those knights back here safe and sound in no time at all.”
“Wait. It's dangerous to go alone.” King Arthur said sternly. “Take this.”
King Arthur laid down his sword in front of Sonic and removed the gauntlet on his right hand.
“...I'd love to man, but that thing is like five times the weight of me. How am I going to pick that up?”
“Sir Sonic, this is fiction. You can just pick it up.”
“Oh, okay.” Sonic equipped the gauntlet and King Arthur's mighty claymore.
“Sir Sonic... may your path forward be filled with your noble intentions.”
And so began Sonic the Hedgehog's most random adventure yet.
