Post by Ridley on Mar 2, 2006 15:31:53 GMT -5
Oh the folly, oh the rapture,
I have fallen my friends, to my honourable foe.
Wednesday night he discovered the location of my domicile and proceeded to set a trap for me. Luckily for me, my friends caught wind of my foe and hurriedly sought to warn me. I was able to avoid the trap and was even able to procure a picture of my assassin, and received a description of one whom he was with. I slept restlessly that night. The next morning I deviated from my routine breakfast and ate in my dorm. I had my friends precede me out of the building to scout for my foe. They did this for me upon my reentry into my sanctuary. However, upon my second departure to my math class, I felt ill at ease. The past day, A "friend" of mine hinted that he would tell my foe of my class that day. My thoughts ended as I looked upon the four story structure that was Martin. I ascended the stairs and passed a couple, a man with a cane and a sweet lass, who supiciously held a duplicate of my weapon, I realized then that I was trapped. I spoke to the lass, "Good luck" and increased my pace. As I arrived at my class, I found it occupied by a section running late. I turned and spied the lass peering at me from the door window. A moment later she and the cane man walked though. Not taking any chances, I fired a volley at her, and struck her in the gut. She just smiled and passed on by. Then, to my horror, I spied him. He looked exaclty as the picture made out. I took aim and fired, he stared at me blankly, and asked who are you? I realized then, "this is not my assassin." I clumsily replied, "John," and saw that he knew I wasn't. I watched a he left, retreived my bullets, and reloaded. I turned and witnessed the fullness of his master plan. From the door 2..4..6..7 people, all armed with at least one gun marched toward me. I stood my ground, I would not run. They took aim, And I saw the Firestorm, the hail of bullets that carries doom and death with it. I felt the bullets cascade over me, from the thunder of the blast, I heard "got him." I looked, and saw my foe. The one my friends described. Then all went black. I awoke to a hearty handshake with my rival. He smiled and said good job, I returned the compliment. This was no villian, no monster from the fires of hell, but a man pure in essence. I knew I had been beaten by my better. I congratulated him again, and we parted ways. This man this new rival of mine. To him I ask to be friends, to his friend, the picture is gone. I ask my foe to meet me at my home, preferably on Saturday, or Friday. I wish to exchange words with you, I like to keep my rivials close, it strengthens me, and betters me for the future. To the Lady of the Kill, I apologize that I will not be able to meet you in battle this time. But may we meet in the future. To easykill, whom took my friends life. I will see you at the next game and we shall lock swords (it should be guns but whatever). I bid adieu from the game, but I shall remain and give word to those that continue the hunt. Congratulations to my new rival, and to those who still remain.
Sincerely,
Slayer
I have fallen my friends, to my honourable foe.
Wednesday night he discovered the location of my domicile and proceeded to set a trap for me. Luckily for me, my friends caught wind of my foe and hurriedly sought to warn me. I was able to avoid the trap and was even able to procure a picture of my assassin, and received a description of one whom he was with. I slept restlessly that night. The next morning I deviated from my routine breakfast and ate in my dorm. I had my friends precede me out of the building to scout for my foe. They did this for me upon my reentry into my sanctuary. However, upon my second departure to my math class, I felt ill at ease. The past day, A "friend" of mine hinted that he would tell my foe of my class that day. My thoughts ended as I looked upon the four story structure that was Martin. I ascended the stairs and passed a couple, a man with a cane and a sweet lass, who supiciously held a duplicate of my weapon, I realized then that I was trapped. I spoke to the lass, "Good luck" and increased my pace. As I arrived at my class, I found it occupied by a section running late. I turned and spied the lass peering at me from the door window. A moment later she and the cane man walked though. Not taking any chances, I fired a volley at her, and struck her in the gut. She just smiled and passed on by. Then, to my horror, I spied him. He looked exaclty as the picture made out. I took aim and fired, he stared at me blankly, and asked who are you? I realized then, "this is not my assassin." I clumsily replied, "John," and saw that he knew I wasn't. I watched a he left, retreived my bullets, and reloaded. I turned and witnessed the fullness of his master plan. From the door 2..4..6..7 people, all armed with at least one gun marched toward me. I stood my ground, I would not run. They took aim, And I saw the Firestorm, the hail of bullets that carries doom and death with it. I felt the bullets cascade over me, from the thunder of the blast, I heard "got him." I looked, and saw my foe. The one my friends described. Then all went black. I awoke to a hearty handshake with my rival. He smiled and said good job, I returned the compliment. This was no villian, no monster from the fires of hell, but a man pure in essence. I knew I had been beaten by my better. I congratulated him again, and we parted ways. This man this new rival of mine. To him I ask to be friends, to his friend, the picture is gone. I ask my foe to meet me at my home, preferably on Saturday, or Friday. I wish to exchange words with you, I like to keep my rivials close, it strengthens me, and betters me for the future. To the Lady of the Kill, I apologize that I will not be able to meet you in battle this time. But may we meet in the future. To easykill, whom took my friends life. I will see you at the next game and we shall lock swords (it should be guns but whatever). I bid adieu from the game, but I shall remain and give word to those that continue the hunt. Congratulations to my new rival, and to those who still remain.
Sincerely,
Slayer
