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Neomagnus Micro-Goomba Level: 7 Posts: 2/15 EXP: 1378 For next: 70 Since: 04-18-04 Since last post: 132 days Last activity: 132 days |
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| This it a paragraph and a half of a story I have been writing. I would apriciate (can't spell) any feedback, thanks. The world of man, it is a bleak desolet place. It is full of hate, rage, and death; much like my home realm. I do not belong in this world of men, machines, and of corse sunlight. My realm of that of the dark and desolate plains of the Netherealm, the land of my birth and my home. I am an Arch Demon, one of the most powerful beings in the Netherealm and wielder of the black flame of Ziaha the Destroyer. I, a guard of the Cave of Onyx, wherein lies the treasures of the Demon King Ranu. Banished to the human world for a moment of weakness. I showed mercy to an enemy, an unforgiveable crime in the realm of the demons; and so here I am, in this city. I must work and live here, in a human guise I created so not to draw attention to myself. "Perry, wake up!" My boss, he is an annoance I must tolerate if I wish to stay in this city. Though eating him has crossed my mind more than once. "Dammit your break is over, so get off you ass and get back to work. Are you listening to me Perry?" Perry, that is the name I have choosen. My true name is in my native tounge and I am told it is not very plesant to here. "PERRY!" "I'm up, I'm up." I muttered as I got up and left the breakroom. I would enjoy not having to work but it is unavoidable. For the humans here, love there little invention they call money. Vile as it is they cannot live without it, and if I want to have a full stomach and place to sleep, I must endure. This is all I have so far. |
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