All this things going around...
Just sayin... All these arguments and stuff out there isn't really gonna help this thread... It all depends on this guy's commitment to the thread. Anyways, to help this guy, I am just going to write my entry...
Here it goes
The day of destiny has arrived. Clad in his valiant armour, wielding his legendary sword with great valor and peeping out through his brilliant helmet, Sir Ronald faced his greatest enemy he ever encountered; The Evil Dragon lord Clement, oppressor of mankind, slayer of justice and taker of purity. The ultimate battle between good and evil was at stake boiling lava scorched the nasty air of the evil king's lair.
"FOOL! You dare mock me by blabbering a challenge at me?! Your arrogance will be your downfall, Mortal!" The vicious marauder taunted at Ronald.
But Ronald took no heed of his boasts and swagger, his mind was only focused on 2 things; His beloved kingdom and his lovely princess, Marcel. With no second thoughts, Ronald struck the pre-emptive blow to Clement but with a swift parry, Ronald's blade was bounced off.
"FOOL! You think cheap shots will break me? Come at me like a man!"
A true melee then ensured as swords clashed together like thunderclaps across a stormy typhoon.
But the wind has changed, an uncounted strike flew towards the chest of Ronald. He fell to the floor with the macabre blade in his chest... and his vision started to blur... But strangely, to Ronald, it did not entirely fade... but instead, begun to re materialise...
Ronald woke up on a cardboard bed, and took a glimpse on the syringe on his arm, the brown fluid in it was gone... There was no more left... The fantasy for him has died, but then, the terrible visions have begun to appear, visions of demons, fire, suffering and terror... Sir Ronald, fallen by the hands of the Evil Dragon Lord clement, for Ronald knew only pain, suffering and terror would only ensure those who chase the dark dragon...