Look, alright? I have NO idea why I'm admitting this, but the end of the world begins with me, practicing to use the different Color Powers.
I let the little, purplish... thingies... phase through my shirt and into my body. "OK, that just made me nauseous. Nobody mention food, I will puke," I announce.
"Hey, Wyldfyre," my older sister, Dakota, says while holding up a can of Dr. Pepper, "you thirsty?"
Now I'm stuck in the toilet. For about twenty minutes.
As I exit the bathroom, I see Darkfyre, a pair of white hedgehogs, and Tytanium in a large drill vehicle, Rhiannon and Tails tied to the machine.
Darkfyre looks at me. "Surprise."
"Nobody messes with my friends!" I say, running towards the vehicle.
Suddenly, they're... gone.
"Oh, fan-f**king-tastic. We lost a strategist AND a mechanic," Radioactive says.
"Now what?" I ask.
"We go find a couple people for team members."
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We walk for miles and miles. My feet are getting more sore with every step. "Where are we going?" I complain.
"We're going to need a couple... temporary team members. First, we're going to stop by Princess Aimina's castle," Radioactive says.
"Hey, Radio, here's a news flash: princesses are liabilities."
"Really. Give me one example."
"They expect you to fight their battles."
"Not Aimina, you should see how deadly she is with a gun and a sword."
"I'm gonna bet a hundred golden rings I'm better at sword/gun combat than her."
"If you tell her that, she'll literally separate your soul from your body."
"Oh, come on, that's scientifically impossible!"
"Not for people like her."
We arrive at a massive and impressive blue castle, with golden lining wherever there's a corner or an edge.
Radioactive stays in front of me, Sonic, and Dakota and speaks to the guard through the gate. "Hey, John."
"Hey."
"Can we enter? We need to speak with Princess Aimina."
John the Guard-hog opens the gate.
"Thank you."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What makes you think I'm just gonna letcha waltz on in here to see her?" I just noticed his Russian accent.
"We need her to be on our team, temporarily, at least."
"You want her to be on your team, ya gotta fight 'er.
"So, who's it gonna be that fights her?"
I step in front of Radioactive, holding Flamecaller by its hilt and squeezing the trigger of my handgun. "Bring it."
End of chapter 1
I let the little, purplish... thingies... phase through my shirt and into my body. "OK, that just made me nauseous. Nobody mention food, I will puke," I announce.
"Hey, Wyldfyre," my older sister, Dakota, says while holding up a can of Dr. Pepper, "you thirsty?"
Now I'm stuck in the toilet. For about twenty minutes.
As I exit the bathroom, I see Darkfyre, a pair of white hedgehogs, and Tytanium in a large drill vehicle, Rhiannon and Tails tied to the machine.
Darkfyre looks at me. "Surprise."
"Nobody messes with my friends!" I say, running towards the vehicle.
Suddenly, they're... gone.
"Oh, fan-f**king-tastic. We lost a strategist AND a mechanic," Radioactive says.
"Now what?" I ask.
"We go find a couple people for team members."
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We walk for miles and miles. My feet are getting more sore with every step. "Where are we going?" I complain.
"We're going to need a couple... temporary team members. First, we're going to stop by Princess Aimina's castle," Radioactive says.
"Hey, Radio, here's a news flash: princesses are liabilities."
"Really. Give me one example."
"They expect you to fight their battles."
"Not Aimina, you should see how deadly she is with a gun and a sword."
"I'm gonna bet a hundred golden rings I'm better at sword/gun combat than her."
"If you tell her that, she'll literally separate your soul from your body."
"Oh, come on, that's scientifically impossible!"
"Not for people like her."
We arrive at a massive and impressive blue castle, with golden lining wherever there's a corner or an edge.
Radioactive stays in front of me, Sonic, and Dakota and speaks to the guard through the gate. "Hey, John."
"Hey."
"Can we enter? We need to speak with Princess Aimina."
John the Guard-hog opens the gate.
"Thank you."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What makes you think I'm just gonna letcha waltz on in here to see her?" I just noticed his Russian accent.
"We need her to be on our team, temporarily, at least."
"You want her to be on your team, ya gotta fight 'er.
"So, who's it gonna be that fights her?"
I step in front of Radioactive, holding Flamecaller by its hilt and squeezing the trigger of my handgun. "Bring it."
End of chapter 1
