Jeff_NERRay
Vampire
Joined: 02 Jan 2009
Posts: 7
HP: 95 MP: 10 Lives: 0
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 Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 9:50 am
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(OOC: Tell me if something's wrong, or if something needs to be changed)
Rasker the Goomba has been walking from town to town for years now, going in towns every once in a while. Most of the time, Rasker is found telling stories of his trips in the plaza of the towns, all about his trips, from the hottest deserts to the coldest winters, from the mildest plains to the roughest mountains. To summarize it all, he's an adventure extraordinaire.
His latest trips have led him to a desert town. The houses there were rudimentary, just like his small rock slinger he carries around to defend himself, but he was comfortable. To him, these are much better than the rough cave floors and the grainy sands of the deserts he sleeps on usually.
Morning now shines, but the town is strangely deserted. Rasker sets out to find why the residents are so shy to come out. After countless hours of research, he sees a shadow sneaking up on him. He jumps towards the nearest alley, and prepares to rock sling the unknown bypasser. When he sees the person, he doesn't shoot, but still holds his rock slinger out to show the bypasser that he should leave him alone. |
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