Zuma, Fan Fiction Based On

Excerpted from, “Explosion of the Crystal String of Jewels” by CasGamer111 (pp. 110-112):
Murdokken surveyed the scene around himself. The High Priest lay dead, his neck spilt of blood by the blade of Derek the Poacher. Derek the Poacher’s last gasps echoed in the Frog Jewel cavern. Murdokken allowed himself a mere moment to feel a small pang of hot guilt for shooting the Poacher. A Ka-Kow Bird from the jungle outside called to a mate, as if to assuage the previously mentioned guilt. “I may have saved a few rare birds and rhinoceroses,” Murdokken thought with himself, “maybe that made Derek the Poacher’s death not so bad.”
But there was no time to reflect or think about all of that. The multicolored jewels, freed of the High Priest’s holding spell, began to accelerate toward the Yellow Skull Star. Murdokken sprang to action. He leapt upon the giant stone frog statue. He swiveled the frog’s mouth towards a cluster of rapidly moving blue jewels, which happened to be in a clump of four consecutive blue jewels, right next to each other.
“For the High Priest!” Murdokken called, to no one at all, as the blue jewel in the stone frog’s mouth shot a mighty, flat and straight arc toward the cluster of similarly blue jewels.
EXPLOSION!
The blue balls disappeared in a fiery flash. The jewels that had until recently been on either side of the blue jewels shot toward each other, as if pulled together by magnetism of some kind. As it happened, two of the newly locking jewels were red. And Murdokken had a red jewel in the stone frog’s mouth, ready for action.
Murdokken thought about Sally, the voluptuous blonde that he met at the Cairo bar, and wondered if he might run into her again. She seemed really smart, in addition to having an ample bosom and being good at drinking games. “I’d really like to see her again,” Murdokken thought to himself, and not for the first time.
But there was no time for thinking. The jewels were moving faster. Murdokken tightened his grip on the sides of the stone frog’s wide lips.
He was ready to fire again, come hell or high water!



Hee hee hee! “Blue balls”!