here is mine: Ripper
My name is Alex Tarlink, and I am a shallom. I am the ripper of the shallom race, which means I am the most vicious and strongest. I killed my mom when I was 7, and a couple of hours later I killed my dad…right in front of the neighbors. I ripped his throat out just like I did to my mom. My sister was the only one left standing, and she let the government take me away. They took me to a camp where they had rounded all of the shalloms up, and kept them there. I was the only one left roaming around free until that day. I never really fit in with any of the other shalloms. When I was 17, I made friends with the fighter and the smarter shalloms. There names were William and Stephanie. William is the smarter shallom, he is clever and smart. Stephanie is the fighter shallom; she is brave and the best warrior. When we all escaped out of the camp, we did not know what to do. We had all not been outside of the camp gates for 10 years; we did not know what the world would be like. True, we would fit in. we look like ordinary people until we get hungry, then our sharp teeth come out. When the guards notice that me, William and Stephanie are all gone, they look for us. Will we get away? Or will we fall like the rest?
My name is Alex Tarlink, and I am a shallom. I am the ripper of the shallom race, which means I am the most vicious and strongest. I killed my mom when I was 7, and a couple of hours later I killed my dad…right in front of the neighbors. I ripped his throat out just like I did to my mom. My sister was the only one left standing, and she let the government take me away. They took me to a camp where they had rounded all of the shalloms up, and kept them there. I was the only one left roaming around free until that day. I never really fit in with any of the other shalloms. When I was 17, I made friends with the fighter and the smarter shalloms. There names were William and Stephanie. William is the smarter shallom, he is clever and smart. Stephanie is the fighter shallom; she is brave and the best warrior. When we all escaped out of the camp, we did not know what to do. We had all not been outside of the camp gates for 10 years; we did not know what the world would be like. True, we would fit in. we look like ordinary people until we get hungry, then our sharp teeth come out. When the guards notice that me, William and Stephanie are all gone, they look for us. Will we get away? Or will we fall like the rest?
here is mine: Ripper
My name is Alex Tarlink, and I am a shallom. I am the ripper of the shallom race, which means I am the most vicious and strongest. I killed my mom when I was 7, and a couple of hours later I killed my dad…right in front of the neighbors. I ripped his throat out just like I did to my mom. My sister was the only one left standing, and she let the government take me away. They took me to a camp where they had rounded all of the shalloms up, and kept them there. I was the only one left roaming around free until that day. I never really fit in with any of the other shalloms. When I was 17, I made friends with the fighter and the smarter shalloms. There names were William and Stephanie. William is the smarter shallom, he is clever and smart. Stephanie is the fighter shallom; she is brave and the best warrior. When we all escaped out of the camp, we did not know what to do. We had all not been outside of the camp gates for 10 years; we did not know what the world would be like. True, we would fit in. we look like ordinary people until we get hungry, then our sharp teeth come out. When the guards notice that me, William and Stephanie are all gone, they look for us. Will we get away? Or will we fall like the rest?
My name is Alex Tarlink, and I am a shallom. I am the ripper of the shallom race, which means I am the most vicious and strongest. I killed my mom when I was 7, and a couple of hours later I killed my dad…right in front of the neighbors. I ripped his throat out just like I did to my mom. My sister was the only one left standing, and she let the government take me away. They took me to a camp where they had rounded all of the shalloms up, and kept them there. I was the only one left roaming around free until that day. I never really fit in with any of the other shalloms. When I was 17, I made friends with the fighter and the smarter shalloms. There names were William and Stephanie. William is the smarter shallom, he is clever and smart. Stephanie is the fighter shallom; she is brave and the best warrior. When we all escaped out of the camp, we did not know what to do. We had all not been outside of the camp gates for 10 years; we did not know what the world would be like. True, we would fit in. we look like ordinary people until we get hungry, then our sharp teeth come out. When the guards notice that me, William and Stephanie are all gone, they look for us. Will we get away? Or will we fall like the rest?