Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2008 0:19:02 GMT -5
Me and Grimscott are doing a fanfic, I did writing, she did drawing.
I think we did really good so far.
This was a day to soak up it's beauty. It was an absolutely marvelous day to just go out, and enjoy what remained of life. The bluebirds were singing their hymn, the trees brushed against each other in a light wind, and the sky was clear of any obscurities. In Brawl City, it was, perfect. Nothing could breaks it's spirit, nothing....at all.
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" TIME TO WAKE UP! TIME TO WAKE UP! TIME TO WAKE UP!" blared an obnoxiously loud alarm clock. It made that deafening noise for nearly 5 minutes, until the very groggy man finally pressed "Snooze". As he got up from his twin sized bed, he looked at himself in his bedroom mirror. As he stared at himself, he only saw hatred, pain, and darkness. His eye then caught the glare of his large, golden gauntlet. To him, it was a curse, and a gift from the gods.
He paid no more attention to it, and got ready for the day. As he got his formal apparel in order, he found an old name-tag from his last job. The tag read "Markus Campbell" in bold, chicken scratch letters. He snickered at the sight of this.
Markus remembered how much insanity happened at that burger joint. Explosions one day, and alien invasions the next. Just being there was a complete job in itself!
Markus had a more professional occupation now, though. He now worked as a stocks broker for the 1st Bank of Brawl. Markus gets a lot of money for what he does, but that isn't the only thing that pays his power bills.
He is a highly sophisticated citizen during the day, but it's when the moon sets it's course is when his real career takes place. Markus is a competitor in a highly underground fighting league, also known as, Brawling.
I think we did really good so far.
This was a day to soak up it's beauty. It was an absolutely marvelous day to just go out, and enjoy what remained of life. The bluebirds were singing their hymn, the trees brushed against each other in a light wind, and the sky was clear of any obscurities. In Brawl City, it was, perfect. Nothing could breaks it's spirit, nothing....at all.
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" TIME TO WAKE UP! TIME TO WAKE UP! TIME TO WAKE UP!" blared an obnoxiously loud alarm clock. It made that deafening noise for nearly 5 minutes, until the very groggy man finally pressed "Snooze". As he got up from his twin sized bed, he looked at himself in his bedroom mirror. As he stared at himself, he only saw hatred, pain, and darkness. His eye then caught the glare of his large, golden gauntlet. To him, it was a curse, and a gift from the gods.
He paid no more attention to it, and got ready for the day. As he got his formal apparel in order, he found an old name-tag from his last job. The tag read "Markus Campbell" in bold, chicken scratch letters. He snickered at the sight of this.
Markus remembered how much insanity happened at that burger joint. Explosions one day, and alien invasions the next. Just being there was a complete job in itself!
Markus had a more professional occupation now, though. He now worked as a stocks broker for the 1st Bank of Brawl. Markus gets a lot of money for what he does, but that isn't the only thing that pays his power bills.
He is a highly sophisticated citizen during the day, but it's when the moon sets it's course is when his real career takes place. Markus is a competitor in a highly underground fighting league, also known as, Brawling.
