Post by chaostro101 on Sept 2, 2012 2:38:05 GMT -5
It was hot that day, much like the fire in his heart. He sat there atop a battle scarred plateau, deep in the badlands of the battle arena. The arena was vast, with seemingly no end in sight. He didn't say anything, but deep down he saw how big the land was now that his friends had left ahead of time.
He decided to stay for a few minutes longer before leaving himself, writing a note to those who still remained here because they had nowhere else to go in their lives; the arena being the only means of their escape. For six years he had been in the arena. Fought, aided, screamed, laughed; he had quite the past here in the land of "Smashnet".
He had no sorrow for what he was doing, yet at the same time he wasn't happy with the decision he had made. If one were to ask Chaostro how he would describe this land, he would say "It's quite like a zombie; not entirely dead, but it ain't really alive either".
After a long, heavy sigh, he got back up onto his feet, and turned his back to the arena. It was time for him to go, and he was d**n sure not coming back. He had no hatred for the place, as he had quite a few memories here, and despite the annoyances that lingered in this land, he didn't want to make any more waves than he had done time and time again in the past years.
With his sword in hand, he said with disdain,"G2, Melee Master, Shadow Dragon...these are dark days, and I can't spend them here anymore. I want to write my own books and live a better life than the one I've been living on here."
He started to creep up to the edge of the plateau, as if ready to jump,"This place just isn't for me anymore. It's time for me to move on, and I suggest the same for you all too."
With that final message, he jumped off. He began to nosedive, with the rushing wind pushing against his body, and the hard, scorched ground rushing up to slam into his face. At the last second though, he exclaimed "Chaos Control!" and vanished from sight.
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Goodbye, and I mean it this time.
He decided to stay for a few minutes longer before leaving himself, writing a note to those who still remained here because they had nowhere else to go in their lives; the arena being the only means of their escape. For six years he had been in the arena. Fought, aided, screamed, laughed; he had quite the past here in the land of "Smashnet".
He had no sorrow for what he was doing, yet at the same time he wasn't happy with the decision he had made. If one were to ask Chaostro how he would describe this land, he would say "It's quite like a zombie; not entirely dead, but it ain't really alive either".
After a long, heavy sigh, he got back up onto his feet, and turned his back to the arena. It was time for him to go, and he was d**n sure not coming back. He had no hatred for the place, as he had quite a few memories here, and despite the annoyances that lingered in this land, he didn't want to make any more waves than he had done time and time again in the past years.
With his sword in hand, he said with disdain,"G2, Melee Master, Shadow Dragon...these are dark days, and I can't spend them here anymore. I want to write my own books and live a better life than the one I've been living on here."
He started to creep up to the edge of the plateau, as if ready to jump,"This place just isn't for me anymore. It's time for me to move on, and I suggest the same for you all too."
With that final message, he jumped off. He began to nosedive, with the rushing wind pushing against his body, and the hard, scorched ground rushing up to slam into his face. At the last second though, he exclaimed "Chaos Control!" and vanished from sight.
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Goodbye, and I mean it this time.
