Im following Soda's lead in writing awful stories that make you all die a little inside =)
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I was a surge of white fur, leaping across the roofs, searching for people in need of mercy.
All the wails of the homeless and poor rang out to me, as though hearing a young cub cry for help.
But they were not my priority tonight.
I heard a awful song from one house, and was reminded of the song I sung every time my father beat me.
I slipped through the chimmeny, unfased by the open flame I passed through.
The child lay wailing on the bed. The song just got louder as I approached.
"Just wait, dear," I whispered, mostly to myself. "Mercy shall come soon."
I unsheathed my knife, and made the motion of plunging it into the child's head, when I felt footsteps hammering against the floor. I quickly hid in the closet, and as the child turned its attention to my hiding place, a fat, ugly, drunken man came stumbling through the door. Immedialey the room stunk of old wine. The man forced the child onto the bed and did something so horrible, I swear I could feel a tear on my skin.
I came behind the man and plunged my knife beside his spine.
The man cried out in pain, and flung his arms around, trying to attack me.
But to no avail.
I drug the knife down his back, making a neat, verticle line.
The child was covered in the beast's blood. I threw the carcass aside and adressed the child.
"Who are you?" the child asked on the rooftop.
"I am Merci de Angelo," I replied. "The Angel of Mercy"
With the child on my back, we lept through the night, searching for others in need of Merci.
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Did you die a little? A lot? Just tell me you died. Because this was mercy.
You do NOT want to see fury.
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I was a surge of white fur, leaping across the roofs, searching for people in need of mercy.
All the wails of the homeless and poor rang out to me, as though hearing a young cub cry for help.
But they were not my priority tonight.
I heard a awful song from one house, and was reminded of the song I sung every time my father beat me.
I slipped through the chimmeny, unfased by the open flame I passed through.
The child lay wailing on the bed. The song just got louder as I approached.
"Just wait, dear," I whispered, mostly to myself. "Mercy shall come soon."
I unsheathed my knife, and made the motion of plunging it into the child's head, when I felt footsteps hammering against the floor. I quickly hid in the closet, and as the child turned its attention to my hiding place, a fat, ugly, drunken man came stumbling through the door. Immedialey the room stunk of old wine. The man forced the child onto the bed and did something so horrible, I swear I could feel a tear on my skin.
I came behind the man and plunged my knife beside his spine.
The man cried out in pain, and flung his arms around, trying to attack me.
But to no avail.
I drug the knife down his back, making a neat, verticle line.
The child was covered in the beast's blood. I threw the carcass aside and adressed the child.
"Who are you?" the child asked on the rooftop.
"I am Merci de Angelo," I replied. "The Angel of Mercy"
With the child on my back, we lept through the night, searching for others in need of Merci.
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Did you die a little? A lot? Just tell me you died. Because this was mercy.
You do NOT want to see fury.
Tak And Meph, You May Want To Take A Look At This...Please Dun Kill Me, Either Of You ;A;
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It Was Just A Thing I Saw Going Around On DeviantArt And People Said It Was Fun...So, Here Ya Go XD
Most Of You Probably Don't Even Know Any People On The List Except For Tak, Meph And Leslie...I Wasn't Sure/Couldn't Remember If Anyone Else Was There So...GOODBYE AND HAPPY EASTER!!
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I Also Didn't Post This In The 'Links' Because No One Really Looks There...At Least I Don't Think People Do...
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It Was Just A Thing I Saw Going Around On DeviantArt And People Said It Was Fun...So, Here Ya Go XD
Most Of You Probably Don't Even Know Any People On The List Except For Tak, Meph And Leslie...I Wasn't Sure/Couldn't Remember If Anyone Else Was There So...GOODBYE AND HAPPY EASTER!!
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I Also Didn't Post This In The 'Links' Because No One Really Looks There...At Least I Don't Think People Do...
Nickname: MTL
Age: Immortal(Resembles 14-16)
Species: Lynx/Nanite being
Fur color: Orange
Hair color: Black
Eye color: Red
Likes: His friends, justice, peace, a worthy foe, sleeping, adventure
Dislikes: His enemies, injustice, cheap shots
Personality: Sarcastic/Brave
Best quality: Strength
Powers: Nanite/Red nanite manipulation(Nanites can also be used to create elemental based attacks as well), Teleportation, spike shot
Abilities: Super strength, Enhanced hearing, hacker
A brief backstory: MTL is from a once existing future sent back in time to save the world from geno, after defeating geno MTL becomes a part of the that timeline prevent paradoxes... however MTL has many foes that he must fend off to keep things at peace.
I woke up at 5:00 A.M. by the sound of birds chirping. They seemed so happy and were singing for joy. But I didn't understand that. I mean, why would you sing for joy if you had to go to school right after you wake up, which isn't any fun because everyone at school hates you, the teachers, students, EVERYBODY! And if you think it’s a relief when you get home, you’ll have to do tons of homework, later doing chores, and you’ll have to live with a dad that seems to hate you. Yeah, there’s really no reason to sing, well, unless you’re someone besides me.
Well let me introduce myself. I’m Christopher (Kris for Short), and I’m one of the most miserable people you’ll ever know. My mom is dead, my father hates me, and I have a stupid curse put on me and-ugh! My life is just terrible. I’m trying to have hope, but I don’t think I’ll ever find it. If you want to know the whole story of my life, you’ll just have to read on.
Well let me introduce myself. I’m Christopher (Kris for Short), and I’m one of the most miserable people you’ll ever know. My mom is dead, my father hates me, and I have a stupid curse put on me and-ugh! My life is just terrible. I’m trying to have hope, but I don’t think I’ll ever find it. If you want to know the whole story of my life, you’ll just have to read on.
These Are The My Bio Facts About My FC Taylor The Hedgehog
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Likes: Females Who are Nice And Friendly, Friends Who are Also Nice, Helping People Whoever Needs Help With Something, Defeating Enemy.
Music Genre: Music He Likes To Listen Too (Except Rap And R&B)
Dislikes: Bad People, Call Him Names, Make Him Angry And Upset, And Doesn't Like To Be Betrayed
Born: November 6, 1989
Powers/Weapons: Sword, Shoots Laser beams, Fire, Ice
What Heals Him When He gets Hurt: Apples Or Berries
Those Are The Facts about Him :)
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Likes: Females Who are Nice And Friendly, Friends Who are Also Nice, Helping People Whoever Needs Help With Something, Defeating Enemy.
Music Genre: Music He Likes To Listen Too (Except Rap And R&B)
Dislikes: Bad People, Call Him Names, Make Him Angry And Upset, And Doesn't Like To Be Betrayed
Born: November 6, 1989
Powers/Weapons: Sword, Shoots Laser beams, Fire, Ice
What Heals Him When He gets Hurt: Apples Or Berries
Those Are The Facts about Him :)