Count Von Roo: Amendments
ROO ISLAND - Ahahaha! I see you decided to take a moment to investigate further
what this article was about, eh? Very good, very good. Now, first, I must introduce
myself! I am Star, and I'm a Xweetok. A faerie Xweetok, at that. Second... my
purpose here: to show all that Count Von Roo is not, as previously assumed, evil,
and is in fact rather good.
Enough with the odd expressions, please, else your name will go on the list
of potential meals. Thank you.
Count Von Roo
Count Von Roo, for those who don't know, is a Halloween Blumaroo (or "vampire"
Blumaroo, as he is more often called). He was born in 200 BN, and his remarkable
paint job has kept him in fine health to this day. Which is an awful long time
to be despised without proper reason or evidence. Von Roo lives on Roo Island,
land of Blumaroos, in a lovely year 200-style castle. Crumbling walls; torch
brackets; tricky stairs - this wonderful piece of old age architecture has it
all. Reports have also come in that Von Roo lives "in the darkest reaches of
the Haunted Woods." This is easily explained; as the majority of other Halloween
Blumaroos live in the Woods, he was most likely paying a visit to those there
when he was spotted.
Von Roo himself is just amazing. How can anyone believe that someone of his
glorious visage might be even slightly evil? For a start, there's his hair.
What raving monster would bother to keep it so finely cut, so sleek and tidy?
Plus, Von Roo always very carefully cleans his fangs after every meal, so as
not to scare his visitors. He also has a good dress sense, if perhaps it is
wanting in change. His feet - for Adam's sake, his feet are heart-shaped! Not
a customary feature for evil beings, I think!
Certain texts about Neopia mention his greatness, although not in a very good
light. This is because they are mistaken, and so now I am finally going to set
things right. To begin with, there is Von Roo's Neopedia article. It starts
off with a story, one passed down to the next generation again and again, whenever
an appropriately dark and stormy night settles over the lands. The tale goes
as follows: one day, two young Blumaroos were playing ball together. One was
repeatedly throwing the blumaball much too high, as this tactic was a sure winner
against his friend. But then, on one of these impossible throws, the blumaball
sailed right over the crumbled wall that stood nearby - from there it tumbled
down some stairs into darkness. After some discussion and hesitancy, the two
Blumaroos set off after their blumaball. As they hopped down the staircase into
the musty gloom below, a supposedly "evil, mocking laugh" reverberated up to
them from the darkness. It continues that what light there was seemed to dim,
and then ahead the pair saw a figure, of which the only visible details were
two glowing red eyes.
Von Roo tells me that what was interpreted as evil and mocking was in fact
a laugh of joy and amazement, as he had thought for a few blissful moments that
someone from above had decided to be kind and had found something for him to
stave off boredom with. Ahem, I mean to prevent boredom with. Von doesn't
like the S-word; it's too similar in definition to the other S-word: s-t-a-k-e.
Von Roo soon realised, however, that the blumaball had dropped into his realm
by accident. He came to this conclusion when two small Blumaroos came down the
stairs in search of their lost toy. He had gone to give it back to them, but
at the sight of his figure emerging from the darkness the two had hurried back
to the bright world above.
Other points that Von Roo had explained for me included the dimming of the
light (at his quick passage along the corridor, the single flickering torch
light there had been unintentionally blown out) and the glowing red eyes (a
perfectly ordinary thing for a Halloween Blumaroo, y'know).
Von Roo is also mentioned in the Gallery of Evil (an outrage!), in which he
is unfairly depicted as a merciless, bloodsucking creature of shadow and shade.
An utter untruth!
And lastly, someone has even written a book about him, entitled "The Legend
of Count Von Roo". It is a fictional account of a fictional night in the life
of a fictional Von Roo, who is nothing like the real dead thing!
Von Roo has tried his hardest to fit in. He tells me he dearly wants to be
recognised as a fun-loving friend of the community, rather than something along
the same lines as how the Gallery of Evil recognises him.
As a natural loner, Von Roo has found it very difficult to come up from his
dwelling solely for the purpose of socialising. The fact that most are not around
at the time he can safely emerge makes the whole thing twice as tricky! In an
effort to lure Neopians out at the correct time, Von Roo created the game known
as Deadly Dice. In actual fact, it was originally named "Random Risks", but
was dubbed Deadly Dice by those who came to play. It was not as if, Von Roo
has said to me (whilst looking gorgeously sulky), the game was even fixed! They
just wouldn't give him a chance. They even interpreted his enthusiastic and
passionate manner as some kind of manic attitude.
Von Roo has recently affixed a notice to the door to his castle, which says
that if any Neopian Times writer might be interested in interviewing him for
Neopia's favourite paper, they would be most welcome to call sometime between
10 pm and 5 am to ask him a few questions.
After all, Von Roo pointed out to me, what better way was there to make lots
of people understand who he really was?
And there you have it: the truth at last! Von Roo will be sooo grateful! He's
already said that if this is successful, he will have to invite me round for
lunch. I can't wait!
'Til next time!
~Star (one big Von Roo fan)