Slow day/night, eh?
Fish, fish, fish...
Graxe got up from the chair and changed into his girl form. "Man, this sucks." she said as she went towards the top. "Well, I don't really mind the dark. It's nice sometimes and-" She looked out of a window. Noon already, huh?
While on the chair, one of the screens Graxe was looking at showed the files in the Castle's computer. One was labeled "SELF_DESTRUCT_MECHANISM.rar". Self-destruct, huh? Talk about blowing this place up. Why is it in .rar format, though? Graxe thought. He sighed. "Even doing this is boring. Why did I even come here?" Then his elbow pressed a button, which killed all of the lights in the castle. Complete darkness. "Oops."
All our drama is gone!
Using decimals(no limit). 0
-1.1 I say that we include decimals.
SlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlowSlow........*dies*
... [No action.]
"..." was all that Graxe had to say. It all happened really fast. Too fast. Later when he got to the dead bottom floor, He went to his usual spot: sitting on a white chair that he set up when everyone was asleep one night. When he sat on it, it turned on along with various screens. I can see so many of them messing around with this. Good thing no one knows about it...I hope. The screens showed various places in the castle via surveilance and a map of the complex with dots showing the location of each member. "I see you..." he said under his breath.
*digs hole*
Graxe picked up the torn up book, and blew it up in his hands. What's his problem anyway? He continued on towards the last basement floor.
That milkshake was a lie.
Fish, wish, sandwish...
As Graxe was walking in the halls, a book fell on his head. Hard. "Dammit, Zexion...there is no thrash basket here...we never bought one." he mutters as he gets up. Ugh...I'm gonna beat his white a** to a burning pulp when I see him. That was his THIRD book!
Yush. CN is a myth.
Graxe walked into the basements. Man, this place is so boring. Why can't anyone just- He soon heard a crash of a pot shattering on the floor. Keep walking...Just keep walking...Don't even think about going there...
*spins around, trashing the entire room*
Nobody Name: Graxe True Name: None Gender: Male, but can change it at will (I will refer to Graxe as a guy until he changes into a girl). Age: Time does not bind him. Short Bio: The physical manifestation of the keyblade's rage. Very few know of his existence. Element: Pure Energy Weapon: Energy Title: Doesn't really care for one. Picture/Description (Male): Wears a silver colored Org. coat (to differentiate himself from the others), lime green eyes, spiked white-tipped black hair, somewhat pale. Picture/Description (Female): Wears a silver colored Org. coat (to differentiate herself from the others), gray eyes, long silver hair, somewhat pale.
This is how he's like.
