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Installment 1

• Angry Bear
• The Collectors
• Sir Robbie
• Dark Bark
• Captain H

Installment 2

• Angry Bear
• The Collectors
• Sir Robbie
• Dark Bark
• Captain H

Installment 3

• The Collectors
• Dark Bark
• Angry Bear
• Sir Robbie
• Captain H

Installment 4

• Angry Bear
• Sir Robbie
• Captain H

In the surrounding towns Sir Robbie would find that it was the beggars and orphans alone who received his tales of Former Glory with comfort and hope. It meant nothing to the rich, the powerful, and the proud. Nothing more than grandiose clamorings that loured in the weak minded and poor of spirit. In their places of dwellings those too busy to leave filled the air with their foul words, “Let them waste away in that decripit forest, we'll be all the better for it!” And so the lowly flocked to Sir Robbie with his words of

hope alone to guide them home. As they made their way to the Treegate, he told them tales of his past.

“Some of you may have heard of the Knights of Old, they were brave and valiant men with whom I had the honor to serve. We are the protectors of ancient artifacts that were forged during the reign of the Kings of Old. At the turn of the millennium we were summoned to ensure the safety of a most peculiar item. It was at this time that a plight of ill-programmed machines plagued the land and one man rose to take advantage of the situation, one Victor VonVillainstein. This man, part caped culprit, part mastermind, designed a device to control the weak minds of the robots that ran amuck in the city streets. With this army he planned to overthrow the database administrators of the world and destroy all of their gigabytes. The most precious and sought after of all the gigabytes was the Millennium Gigabyte, the very object that we were summoned to protect.

“With remote in hand, Victor and his mechanical army descended upon the top secret mansion of Ronald R. Richington from where the Millennium Gigabyte was used to power the Internet. In every direction we watched as the landscape was swallowed in a sea of cold gray metal and blinking lights. For each marching menace that fell at the end of our swords, dozens more took their place with tireless, lumbering force. While we battled, Ronald played a selection of inspiring ballads over the loud speakers in his mansion. At the climax of the battle the piece that began was a noteworthy number composed in 1900, which by coincidence, also happened to be the year that the robots thought they were currently in. Finding familiarity in the melodies of the music, the robots were lifted from their trance and turned on the man who was controlling them. The Millennium Gigabyte remained safe and we returned to our castles.”