Part 1: The Crypt
The Hidden Temple had been just that. Hidden. Since 1995, no one had entered past the gate. No one descended the steps of knowledge. No one crossed the moat. Not out of lack of interest, but because no one knew where the temple was hiding.
No one knew where to look. A temple just can't up and disappear, or so they would have you believe. Certain artifacts traced the original location somewhere in mid-land florida. Once home to the proud Calusa tribe just north of the everglades, Europeans settled the area. Spanish Conquistadors came searching for the Fountain of Youth, never imagining they would in turn be responsible for its creation.
430 years later, give or take a decade, a group known as the Nickelodeon moved onto the sacred grounds, promising a haven for all who visited. The Nickelodeon tribe was known it's for its adoration of a green slime, first appearing when a group of Canadian visitors uttered forbidden words of ignorance. Proving its versatility, the Nickelodeon began worshipping it, infusing it into as many aspects of life as possible, going so far as to erect a geyser to spew it near the entrance of the grounds.
The grounds were magical. Not only did they attract kids, they attracted adults searching to feel the magics of youth, even if only temporarily. These were magic times. The Nickelodeon reached its peak in the construction of a temple, peaking at three stories high, and six rooms wide. This temple would forever be protected by three vigilant temple guards, a native Nickelodeon who would often speak in tongues during moments of excitement, and a spirit infused head similar to those of the ancient Olmec tribe. This temple would pay homage to the legends of the world, be they real or fictional.
the Nickelodeon decided that two visitors would often earn the right to enter the temple if they proved themselves mentally and physically worthy. The temple guards forbade this. Any admission to the temple would cheapen the name of both the temple and the legends thereof. Olmec and his native guide, Kirks With Fog, disagreed. Admission to the temple would be the ultimate goal for children everywhere. Not only would the visitors symbolize everything good the Nickelodeon stood for, it gave the kids spirit and hope that one day, they could be equals with the legends themselves.
The temple guards were hesitant, but approved on several conditions. First, only those deemed worthy by the Olmec could enter, and then, only one at a time. Second, those entering must not disturb the guards. If their paths ever crossed, the guards reserved the right to immedeatly expel them from the temple unless they bartered with the guards native currency: Fulpindents Soflief. Third, the rooms would be in constant flux until the guards agreed the temple was a satisfactory representation of Nickelodeon glory. It took over two years for the guards to perfect it, changing everything but the Shrine to the Silver Monkey, revered almost as much as the green slime. Finally, if they were deemed worthy, the visitors were allowed to retrieve and handle the legendary artifact in three lunar minutes. In this rare occurance, the temple guards will respect the visitor, who was truly the worthiest of worthy, and aid them in every way as they leave the temple, be it encouragement if paths crossed or by opening every door simultaneously.
But as with every great civilization, great power leads to a great demise. The grand chief who supervised the rise of the great empire stepped down after he felt he could no longer serve the people any better than he had done. He decided to let others attempt to perfect on perfection. But his successors were not of noble blood. They cared not for the children, nor those wishing to learn the secrets of the Nickelodeons. Caring only for personal wealth and power, they ended the glorious geyser of slime. They abandoned the people who made the Nickelodeon tribe so powerful, favoring instead facsimilies of the children they wished to attract, but under scenarios and with voices so obnoxious they scared off all but the slow, weak, and stupid. Finally, weak from abandonment and sacrelige, the now decrepit remaining Nickelodeons fled the once thriving Floridian land, relocating to Korea where slaves could be forced to shell out the very products that led to its demise.
It is rumored that the land is becoming fertile once again after the toxic creatures who lived there had fled. The land is polluted however, as the only creatures seen habitating the area are devoid of hair, completely mute, blue in color, and only able to communicate through primitive percussion instruments.
120 documented adventures to the temple were taped for posterity. However, the last vestiges of Nickelodeon has gone out of their way to ensure that as few of these recordings reach public eye as possible. Obviously, there is a deeper force at work here, which the corrupt chiefs are desperate to hide.
The temple guide, Kirks With Fog, has moved on, recounting the stories of the legendary temple of Nickelodeon. The temple guards have remained in hiding, in hope that the brave souls they once tried to have banished would one day return. As for the Olmec, his whereabouts remain unknown. According to ancient manuscripts, he and his temple have relocated to the most desolate area on the planet. A place so remote, that only one in 3 billion people could ever be expected to make the journey, survive, and navigate the temple.
A few dedicated archaeoligists have attempted to flush Olmec's location out. Perhaps if reminded of the legendary stories he once endorsed, he would reveal his location. In July 2006, these historical buffs began recounting legend after legend, hoping each one would bring them one step closer to Olmec's temple, but to no avail.
In autumn 2006, another attempt was made. More seekers of the temple attempted to find Olmec, but disaster struck. Temples began appearing, but not Olmec's. False legends began to arise, recounting insignificant sagas of lava lamps and board games. False archaeoligsts joined the ranks promising cheap medication and smut videos. Something rotten was happening.
One noble archaeologist dubbed simply "Carveyfan" knew what had to be done. He disappeared from the ranks of his ilk, and began traversing the world, seeking out the location of Olmec. Only then would the temple begin inspiring the children of the world again. Only then would the glorious Nickelodeon tribe become the phenomenon it once was. And only then would the evil plot of the modern Nickelodeons be revealed.
Continued in Part 2.
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