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 just went through all 14 pages to catch up. And it is an awsome story. Though reading the surounding comments and the lack of comments from the writing. I am disheartened to see the story might end. Anyway, if the writer doesnt want to do it why doesnt he give it over to someone who does *cough* Cenere (Guessing wildly here) *cough*?
