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Time Travel Ch 1Cel meets Tunkor:
AN:.. I don't know.. I wanna write.. And can't.. Tun's POV
I walk down the streets with my arm draped over Kobro's shoulder possessively. I see a troll standing there a trail of smoke pours out of his mouth and forms into words that say "~Yo dads!~"
I stare at him like he's motherfucking crazy. "...Who the hells are you? Hey Kobro, you know this guy?" I say still looking at him.
"..I can't see smart one.. I wouldn't know.. And I don't think I do.." He says and shrugs.
"~...Seriously... Really? Wow, I'm your grub. You must have not done anything like that yet~"
"What?! Wai- wai- WAIT... Eh... me.. Tun.. WHAT?!" Kobro screams.
I blush heavily and say "..W-What?! Me and Kobro..?"
"TUN WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?!" Kobro screams.
The so called grub laughs. "~Wow! You two really need to think more often, seems like you haven't for a couple sweeps.~ " He laughs again and I stare at him with a blush. '..Oh Gog.. Really?' I think somehow shielded. He rolls his eyes and the smoke c
Mini Rant:Mini Rant:
Too many characters lose it. Mine, almost never do, and I'm annoyed. While others, lose it almost every single fucking time... It's annoying, and I want to let Steevz lose it once. Just ONCE. Gog.. I'd that too much to ask for?
... Probably. FUCK YOU GUYS.
Mini rant over. Too lazy to type more, also I'm on a touchscreen, fucking phone.
Mood: Pissed off
Listening to: Music and my brother eat.
TUN HAS A BIO NOW! WHOOOOT!Sorry about it being so long, and about the lack of updates...
Name: Shunti Makaro
Age: 15/ 7 sweeps
Derse or Prospit?: Prospit
Fetch Modus: Color modus, it is sorted by color.
Strife Specibus: Sickle and Clubkind
Weapon: Sickle and Club
Game Entry Item:...You expect him to play SGrub... Bluuh. Fine, it's a dark red heart that he has to care for until either it breaks or it loves him.
Sprite:..Bluuuh. Ok, Griffsprite is prototype 1, Griffheartsprite is complete.. Yeah. He threw a heart into the cornel. Deal. With. It.
Exile:..No. Just no.
Server Player:...Do I have tooooo?
Title: Thief of Rage
Active or Passive?:..BOTH. Yus. But no, because Tun is a Thief, he takes others Rage and uses it for his own strength. So it is both.
Medium: Land of Sanity and Insanity
Denizen:....Bluuh.. Uh... I dunno, the Grim Reaper?
Troll-Specific Information: (Human characters delete this section!)
Blood color:He's a highblood a
TPoS Ch. 6.5Chapter 6.5
AN: This is filler mostly, anyway, you can skip over it if you like, but I recommend reading it, it has some significance to the plot. ALSO There will be Steeve’s POV in this. Cause. I. CAN. Not yet, but I will tell you when it happens.
Gam: GET ON WITH IT!
I blink out of my trance and hear Steeve say ”Hey bro. I’ve got an idea, wanna go test it?”
‘…What type of idea?’ I think.
”You’ll see if you let me have control~!”
‘..You’ll behave right?’
”..Of course.” I let Steeve take control
I blink and chuckle. “Thanks bro~!”
“…No prob?” Gam says confused.
I walk into the hive and grab a pie. I stick a finger in it.
“What are you doing bro?”
‘You’ll see~’ I think and take my finger out and open my mouth, just then Rossis walks in, I stick my finger in my mouth and eat the s
TPoS Ch 7TPoS Ch 7:
“Hey, sis, mind carrying me upstairs, I kinda can’t move.” I say and she nods. She picks me up and gets up. She walks up the stairs and turns left. She puts me down and opens the door. She picks me up again and walks into the room ducking. “Sis, you don’t need to duck.” I say chuckling.
“I d0n’t want y0u t0 g3t hurt…” She says.
“I won’t though sis. These doors are like 7 to 8 feet tall.”
She pouts “Still, I d0n’t want t0 tak3 an unn3sscary risk.”
“Sis, walk back to the doorway please?” She sighs and walks back to the doorway. “Now lift me as high as you can ok?” She does rolling her eyes. I grab onto the frame and grin. She lets go off my legs. I hang from the frame, and grin.
“M0nk3y troll..?” She mutters.
I chuckle, and say “Nope. I’m pretty sure I’m not a monkey.” She sighs and walks past me and down the stairs. She s
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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