It all started when I was grounded and forbidden to watch any television. To think that back then I was just some crazy kid that loved a book series and searched for others that shared this adoration. I however didn't find this role playing community because of my search. No, this place and all the wonderful people that I've met along the way were met through coincidence. So thank you Teen Titans and Young Justice Fandom (Season 3 is on!).
Now to get on with this letter. This essay? Whatever it is, it's going to hold a wellspring of feelings. Three to four years worth of...
Snow blanketed Chernobyl. Thin strands of smoke and embers were the only thing left of the fire they kept the previous night. Blake woke up as the truck rumbled its way back home. Taylor was still asleep when he entered their room, so he took a shower, lest she scolds him.
It is Christmas day. Blake never celebrated Christmas, or even knew what it was. He remembered some of the demigods at the pitt did have a small ‘celebration’. The son of Hercules decided to plan something for today. Hopefully Taylor would enjoy it. He’d also prompted others to do something today.
I joined this club four years ago, it was a time in my life when I needed friends. At first it felt too good to be true, that I did not deserve the people that resided here. Truth is, this place had the one thing that I did not know could exist online; Love. Passion kept us, this mutual love for writing and the stories that were our childhood. Each one of you that I got to know was an experience that I would not trade for anything. In a weird sense I grew up with this club, with the many unique characters and the stories we told. I want to thank each and every one of you for the times we had...
His Father was Adam Ivory, a key figure in the Grazer Military. Jordan is his brother, a Late teen trying all he can to protect his little brother from harm. His mother is an entirely diferent story. Sarah was a devoutee christian and loyal wife to Mark's father, yet was deeply kind...
My eyes snapped open the next morning to the loud popping of... Gunfire? "Mark! C'mon, We're leaving!" Shouted Jordan, throwing on his shirt as he reached the living room. I had blinked a few times, disoriented and tired.
"The heck's going on?" I asked, just as Gwen entered the room. She had a gun in her hand, and was even loading it. "Will somebody tell me what's going on!?" I shouted out of confusion, before stumbling off the couch.