DoMEHHOMEWORKKKKK!!!!
I hope Sora makes quips like Duke Nukem. Preferably involving Kairi.
You write because you love him And you write because he's kind
He tells you how you feel until your life is understood
Oh bleeeeeeeeeeeeeesssed Just to be, more or less.
Look at my avatar's beautiful smiling face and feel joy.
Standing in the afterglow of rapture
And these tears they will unravel me one day, But I am not afraid
To a blueprint from the future, But you can call it fate EDIT: oh eff.
So tough, I'm when I eventually join a modern Donner party, the guy that eats me will have to like his meat rare.
I'm just here for the Paper Mario.
Aaaaaah, it was so awesome. Also super creepy farmer's market. I'm bringing a gun the next time we visit our local one. It was great, Saxima....
Taron strode past the "Leaving San Diego" sign, whistling to himself. He tapped a finger on the back of the large billboard, beaming to himself. He was walking, just walking. Didn't know his destination, but he was expecting something. He just hoped to himself- wished that he would find someone. Wait... were those footsteps? He spun around, peering back to the sign. Footprints. They weren't human, that was for sure. Taron slipped the lighter out of his pocket and crept towards the prints. He got to his knees and stroked the dirt with his empty hand. "Is it..." he murmured under his breath. And then, in the blink of an eye, there was something on his back. The lighter tumbled out of his hand and flew into the dirt under the sign. Taron flipped around on the ground, pushing a Hellhound off of him. "Damn it," He yelled, getting to his feet and racing towards the lighter. The beast was on his tail, its mighty feet slamming the ground behind him. Taron dove beneath the sign, throwing his hand to the side and snagging the lighter. He looked back at the beast and smirked. "Now it's on, puppy," he said, flicking on the flame of the lighter. It spread and transformed into a long hammer, the metal sparkling in the fading light. He ran forward and swung the hammer, crashing into the head of the Hellhound. The monster tumbled to the side, lifting up a rain of dust. Taron coughed and wiped his eyes, but the Hellhound had already gotten to its feet. Taron re-entered his fighting stance and swung the hammer again, missing the beast's head by an inch. He swore as it jumped onto his chest, its fangs inches away from his face. He kicked up with his right foot, shocking the Hellhound and giving Taron a chance to roll to the side. He hopped back to his feet, raising the hammer above his head. "It's been fun while it lasted," he said with a laugh, bringing the hammer down and into the Hound's face. He turned on his heel and continued on his path, wiping the blood of his face. He really needed a cigarette. The pack of Hellhounds behind the sign growled. This fool would die soon.
Hullo, Saxima. Remember that one time at some point earlier where you let me read the prologue of the original Project G.E.H? I'd like to read...
CHOICE 1 RISE UP As P mentioned, the other choices seem to have a defined plot, while this can really be molded to each writer's imagination. I've also been meaning to write some apocalypse story eventually, and this will give me a chance.
Xigbar V.S. Braig yeah.
zooooooooooooom LIKE AN EFFING TIME LORD
I have unwavering loyalty to you, it seems.
Box 2. it is the best choice.
The adverb song was better.
