[ WP ] A boy with a plastic shovel goes digging for dinosaur bones , instead , he unearths an ancient evil . What happens ?

Ronny stabbed the sand with his shovel, forcing the plastic implement into the white grains and then using his entire body to push it out. It was probably not the best way to dig a hole in sand, but Ronny was only seven and, it had to be said, was not going to be winning any cleverness contests any time soon. 
 He grunted as the sand resisted, pushing harder with his feet gripping deep into the sand. There was something under there, and Ronny was intent on getting it up. Maybe it was a t-rex, he liked those! True, everybody had said that you could n't dig up dinosaur bones in your sandpit, but Ronny wanted to be sure. 
 *HALT! * echoed a voice, deep and resonant. It seemed to be all around him, and was so surprising that he immediately did what it said, if only to look around for whoever said it. 
 `` Who said that?'' he demanded. 
 *I AM THE HERALD OF THE TWISTING DARKNESS! YOU WILL CEASE POKING ME! * the voice replied, echoing again as it had before. 
 Ronny frowned. `` My dad reads a Herald something, but only on weekends because he says it saves money and that that's very important in this economy.'' 
 *THE TIME OF BLACK FLAME IS UPON YOU! PREPARE YOURSELF! * 
 The voice seemed to come from everywhere, but it was just saying silly things. There was plenty of time left before he had to go back inside the house, his mother would n't have dinner ready for ages and Ronny had n't even had his afternoon milk yet. He shook his head. `` No.'' 
 *IT IS NOT A MATTER OF YES OR NO* 
 Ronny shook his head again. `` No.'' 
 *YOUR DEFIANCE IS NOTHING MORE THAN A WORD. THE WORDS OF MEN SHALL BE DEVOURED AS SURELY AS THEIR MINDS* 
 Ronny sat back down in the sand and started digging again. Much like his parents the voice used a lot of big words and did n't seem to want to listen to him, he knew when it was best to be quiet and do something else. 
 *WHERE IS YOUR DEFIANCE NOW!? * the voice boomed, almost laughing. 
 Ronny frowned. `` The cat sometimes poops in the sand so I have to be careful not to get it on my hands, otherwise I need to use a lot of soap.'' 
 *I COUNT TWENTY POOPS AMONGST THE GRAINS OF WHITE* the voice resounded, clearly pleased with itself. *IS THIS MANY? * 
 `` Aww man!'' Ronny said, twisting his face in disgust. `` That's dis-gust-ing!! It's totally *full* of poops!'' 
 There was a pause before the voice spoke again. *THE POOPS BRING SORROW TO THE HEARTS OF MANKIND?! * 
 `` They're icky!'' Ronny confirmed. `` And they smell! Girls scream if you put them down the backs of their dresses though...'' 
 *THE POOPS BRING A BLACK TERROR! * the voice said triumphantly. *THEN THAT SHALL BE THE FORM OF THE TWISTING DARKNESS! NO GRAINS OF WHITE SHALL REMAIN UNTAINTED! EACH PIT WILL FILL MANKIND WITH DARK FEAR! * 
 `` You're gross...'' Ronny decided, `` I'm going to go and burn some ants now.'' 
 *YES WE SHALL BOTH ENGINEER SUFFERING IN OUR OWN WAY* 
 `` Bye Harold.''
