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Old Dragon Joined: 04 Oct 2007 Posts: 431

hey there! welcome to my story thread!

here are a few reminders before reading:

1. i'm not trying to make an award winning piece here. i wrote this simply because i'm sick of myself not writing down my ideas. i used to have a lot of story material, but because i get lazy, they disappear at some point.

2. to follow up no.1, i know my writing skills, and they're not that good. but hey, this is a start. and at least i can share this with other people Smile

3. this is supposedly a serious piece of fiction, with fighting and all that stuff. but because of the names i use, even i laugh at my own work... Very Happy

well, that's about that... without further ado...

Old Dragon Joined: 04 Oct 2007 Posts: 431

Nowhere... yup. This is nowhere.

Hey, places don't get named anymore okay? Because they all look the same anyway. Ruined buildings, mounds of dirt, and piles of corpses burning in large heaps.

The people? Well, let's just say 50 years after the Earth has been annhialated by didn't do any good in terms of building a decent society. In fact, it seems that they had already given up building any kind of society. Why was it destroyed you ask? Well... let's just say improbability isn't as funny as Douglas Adams made it to be.

What they do? Well... there's sex, and there's fighting. That's it. That's all there is to do in this blasted nowhere.

But enough of history, that's the boring part. First i'll tell you the fun part, which is a story. Of a man, whose life is void of any goal, dream, nor purpose. A man who wanders around, killing people who attack him, and killing people who annoy him. His name... well, i'll let him tell you...

I AM...

A barren city. Within its outskirts, a man walks towards its entrance. He wears a long, unbuttoned, black coat, though it seems that its a size bigger than him, with a sleeveless white shirt under it, vertically striped boxer shorts, and a pair of combat boots. On his waist are two katanas, one on each side, and on his back a worn backpack with the words "Ben 10" on it. As he slowly reaches the city, he takes a good look at the sun, lets out a curse, and enters.

He simply follows the lines on the road, not really caring where he is going. His footsteps are heavy, and his eyes are staring at the ground he's walking. It was a pretty decent scenery. The buildings weren't totally destroyed, and in fact the way some of buildings lean on each other sort of gave a rather artistic feel into it. But it didn't matter to him, and it never will. Finally, he stops in the middle of an intersection, and looks around. He sighs, and says to himself, "Sometimes, I really wanna know where the hell I am."

Suddenly, a figure emerges from an alley and slowly walks towards him. He is wearing a cloak, with a hood that covered his face. It is stained with dirt and who knows what. He smiles at the lost man, talking as he approaches.

"Ah, lost eh?" says the hooded man in a soft voice. "and it seems that you are all alone." He looks around, and gives out another smile. "I don't want to do any harm ok? and you seem like a man who has nothing to do, so how about joining us? We are just a small band, nothing special. But at least you'll have company. So what do you say?"

He hears no reply. He tries to put his hand on the man's shoulder. "Hey, are you listening to---AAAAHHHH!!!"

A blade has just been swung at his chest, spraying blood all over. "What the hell..."

"You're annoying me." That's all he said as the dying man twitches at the ground.

Suddenly, three more hooded figures appear out of the alley, running towards him. One of them has a pair of brass knuckles, the other one a butcher knife, and the last one a rusted icepick. The man with the coat jumps back, taking out his other sword. His eyes moved quickly between the three men charging at him. He grins, and dashes towards them.

As he runs forward, guy with the butcher knife throws his weapon at him. He turns sideways to his right, narrowly missing the blade. Then he crouches and swings his right sword at the man's knees, totally cutting it off. Before his victim could even scream in pain, he slashes his left sword upward though his body, and immediately goes after the one with the icepick. He reverses his grip on his left sword, and plunges it at his face.

Just as he was going to do stab him again, his face suddenly smacked by the brass knuckles of the third one of the group. He was punched back a few feet, his katanas flying away from his grasp. The puncher jumps and tries to deliver a crushing blow to the skull, but suddenly, a hand tightly grips his neck, stopping him. In a few seconds, he was pinned on a wall with his feet a few inches above the ground, getting choked to death by merely one hand. Before his final breath, he somehow lets out a few words from his mouth, "Who...the hell... are...you?"

"Me?" says the man in the coat, giving an intense look at the guy who punched him moments ago. Speaking in a soft voice, "I...am..." then lets out a scream...

"JUABERMAN!!!"

Minutes later, he starts walking again, leaving the four dead bodies behind. As he was near towards the a building with "Palma Hall" written on it, he see a man on top of a flight of stairs. He wearing a blue t-shirt with a yellow smiley face in front, black denim pants, and a pair of flip-flops. On his shoulders is a napsack, and on his free hand a blade shaped like a hoola hoop. The man on the stairs stared at him. He stared back.

"Juaberman, I presume?" says the man as he walks down the stairs, "You're making quite a ruckus back there,with your screaming and all." He's now at the bottom of stairs, still staring. "That's not really the best way for introduce yourself for an intruder. Mykeguy's the name, and I hate noisy intruders."

Slowly, they put their bags down on the ground. Right after doing so, blades clashed.

I hope you guys enjoy these... motivational pictures Very Happy

cool stuff. keep on doing it. you can do it!!!!!