something slightly funnyI don't always dress up like Jason... but when I do... I make sure your around.
Not sure why I see this as funny. But I still think it is.
my war with JasonJason belongs to Friday the thirteenth.
It was a dark and cold night. Strange for being the middle of summer. The moon was full, casting strange anomalies across the street. I lay in bed wide awake. Something wasn't right. I slipped on my old military honor guard uniform. Black shining boots, black pants, blue top with an american flag on the left shoulder. The warn VFW hat still fit perfectly and the sabre strapped to my belt. A dark figure stood on the other side of the street gloating at me. A bloody machete gripped in his right hand, and a somewhat white hockey mask over his face. His uniform undescribable due to the lack of light.
He spoke in a deep voice. "Death will be quick for you boy. Prepare to die." His words made me shiver. But if its a fight he wants... a fight he'll get. With me, I brought an extra sabre. I confronted him. Slowly and cautiously he lowered his blade. I threw the sabre to him. In unison, we unsheathed our weapons. Jason spoke again. "I cannot tell whether
tale of a warrior chapter 4Chapter 4
We entered a strange glowing portal, only to be sent somewhere else on earth. The whole area seemed as if it were burnt from a volcano. Unfortunately, we were captured and split up. Spyro managed to get away. Cynder rescued myself and Flame. I rescued Ember and Kathryn. Then something unexpected happened.
"Cynder, we're surrounded!" My voice loud and clear. "How are we gunna live through this?"
She responded quickly and positively. "Calm down Shadow. You've never been this jumpy in a fight. We'll make it. You'll survive." Grublins and apes closed in fast. I thought about it. An electric field surrounded me, spreading towards the hostiles. With no luck, more came rushing in like a bunch of mosquitoes. Our new opponents were in greater number and much stronger.
They took Flame first... poor guy never stood a chance. Ember was hurt badly during the next wave. Kathryn was nowhere to be seen and the coward Soyro fled from the fight. Only Cynder and myself remained. Without t
tale of a warrior chapter 3Chapter 3
Personal log: Shadow
After the gruesome fight, we built the new city of Warfang here on Earth. Its been three years now, my body still looks like a dragon. Spyros attitude has begun changing towards me, and this war continuing nonstop. The humans don't seem to pleased either. They lost a lot of good men including their stronghold. Guess they've got the right to be angry at us: umm... I mean the dragons. After the fight with those nightmarish demons, my brain hasn't been working properly. The memory of past dragons is flowing through my brain and I'm beginning to act like one of then.
I've even said that they're my own kind.
The demons attacked a resistance base three weeks later. Half of San Francisco was destroyed along with seventy five percent of the human resistance. It was a disaster arriving Forward Operations Base. Body's lye strewn everywhere and none were of the enemy. The dead appeared burned, scratched and chewed. Hell, it looked like a dragon had done thi