The-Spyro-Crusader

"i can protect him, anyway i please!" "im talking real life...not roleplay" "why can't you just leave us alone" "were would the fun be in that?" "just go away!" "no, i don't think i can do that" "w-why?" "look around...all but darkness..." "were am i...what is this place!?" "this is my place...my place of death, were all is sacred...or used to be!" "please...let me go" "and risk everything!?" "i-im sorry for whatever i did" "this is your place of defete...your TORMENT" she closes her eyes tight wishing for it all to end right here, right now "go away!" "...As you wish..." he laughs and walks back, fading into the darkness of th

As soon the sun set and the Night sky appeared, it hit me, their was not much time left. it would happen soon, real soon...world war 3. the night sky was silent and bothered no one, lands that had been forgoten for thousands of years were about to be forgoten for longer, for Alpha and Omega would hit the surface of this earth...and it would be no more. People sat thinking when the time would come, many would not believe in the rumour, but the rumours were true, all true. in the year 2023, it happened and this is were we are now. Clarke is a human in the British Army who knows better than to stand around doing nothing. "seize fire!" tha

a breeze blew through through Clarke's hair in the billets where the bunks were. clarke woke and sat up fast, not remembering that the bed was a bunk "ouch!" "clarke shush, it's still night" said Lynsey from the other side of the room. He rubs his head pulling himself out off the bunk "that was weird...a Dragoness" Clarke laughed lightly. "a what?" Lynsey pulled himself out of his bunk also, trying to avoid the old steel creaking that held up the bunk together. "nothing, just some crazy dream" He laughed. "what was it about...anything interesting" said Lynsey curious. "ya, it had you, me, lee and a Cute Hot Dragoness with nice tits" hi

"it's in the distance..." "it's getting closer..." He held up his hand to signal his men to advance. thay started to advance. the two men looked back and saw that there was anouther tecknical coming from behind. "sir! tecknical 6'o clock" "man those RPG's!" shouted the sergeant with a serious look on his face like trying to say that death was close. The sergeant wore a dust mask over his face to hide it from the enemy resistance. "soldiers, this is were we fight for our country and as for this...this taliban! they shall burn in hell!" shouted the unidentified sergeant which had his fist in the air as saying we have allready won, victo

has a reloadation. uses it. 50% HP lost. has no more health packs. is hit by a poison arrow. slowly loses health. Yellow line HP. tries to revive it to Green line. fails. slowly passes Yellow line HP. Red line HP. sucks poison out of wound. remains on Red line HP. 15% HP left. "oh god..." starts losing balance. "health pack...health pack" pukes up blood. finds a pulse rifle. picks it up. has aquired a pulse rifle. pulse rifle has no ammo. "d'awwww fuck off" tosses the pulse rifle away. falls on his front. "i failed" "mission...failed" continues to move head around looking for a health pack. Prepare for the proloug