In unease, there is ease in error. Problems arise quickly when there is tension. This, however was a surprise...
The wind blew around the feet of the civilians as they walked steadily faster. The buildings around them were bleak, and stone. Their names were shayneii and skater_kid_who_pwns (skwpwns). Looming in the distance was the well lit dwelling of Carlie. Surrounding that, however, were the dwellings of the many users that had been shunned by the community manager. Skwpwns looked into the damp alleyways that were on either side.
Why doesn't somebody put a light in those?
remarked skwpwns. Shayneii made no reply. They were not friends. They were merely heading in the same direction. And scared.
I would tell you not to ask for some reason since its his choice who he puts in it,and he said he would put whoever he knew well enough in the story,but I do want to see many more people in the story,so I will just watch and see how it all turns out.
Hmm...the spot for the asleep old Historian is still there....I really should update the Archives...
Something needs to be mentioned about the clubs...and how people like to graffiti (spam) all over peoples abandoned houses where the Mods can't find them!
Skater and Shayneii stood cautiously on the cold stone waiting. They scanned the dark houses. A slow creaking sound started to fill the air. Shayneii frantically turned toward the noise. One of the houses had shades, beautiful pieces of colored cloth. They were thin and easily ripped. Today, in one window, a curtain was blowing in the wind, like a signal. This haunting sight filled the two citizens with fright. Slowly, Skater's face changed from fear to utter horror. "The the window's open!" An open window in Armor Games was usually the last sight that anyone would see. The window rattled, shook and suddenly shattered into pieces that rained down into the room. A massive explosion ripped the frame out of the sill and sent bricks flying. A man was standing in the ruins, with a sword in his hands. "Strop?!" asked Skater. "What are you, what happened?" "Just doing my job." Strop replied. Shayneii looked closer, but Srop was gone. Like always, the ninja disappeared into the night when questions were asked. Shayneii and Skater knew then that they were bonded by trauma. They remained only acquaintances but would always look upon each other differently. This happenence was strange though. There were only open windows every few years, and last month, two citizens had been killed. Strop did his best to save these would be victims, but had only gotten it right once. "Maybe this is a new age." said Shayneii. "Yeah. Are you still going to Carlie's?" "Yup." came the reply. "Well, I guess since we've come this far..."
Oh no... Prologues.... Cannot wait for it to continue, though I know how hard it is to write on command. I like the shadowy way you discribe this place. The medieval town because this is armor games, and still all these different things all merged together.
And just to mock Strop:
If you see a ninja, he is NOT a ninja
Urban Dictionary Though Strop is the greatest ninja of them all.
Yes, the open window was wierd. Who died? Ooh...There should be like histories...like when one of the helpfulest people in the city turned evil and started grafting with rude pictures on peoples houses! (i.e Switchfoot!)...
ZOMG THIS IS WAY TOO AWESOME! When will I, my nergyl, and/or my ZSC be in it?! LAWL! Srsly. . .this is really awesome. . .DO MORE MORE AND MORE!!!!! PLease add me in it though.
