Yes...i do write. BUT, most of the time its fan fiction or something. Also, before you go "OMG! BARA WRITES! WTF?! |-|0|_Y (|24|O!!!!|)(_)|)33333333333333333!!!!!!!!!!(_)|33|2 |O\\/\\/|\|493!1 \\/\\/1|_|_ |3(_)|2Y Y0(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)(_)~!!!" I am not really that good. Its some what a first perosn narrtive. deal with it.
Heres my first story. Its based on Fallen Earth. Hope you like it.
It all started when i came out. Back where i came from, we came out of the Pods as babies. 2 parents, they put there DNA, and boom, Babie. Sure, there was some mess ups here and there. Come on, after all, we arent exactly the best at Techongly. Look at me, 19 years after i was born, and i'm sitting in this underground hellhole, talking to you. So, back to the story. After i was born, i was allowed to do whatever i wanted until i was 7. Then, i was put to work, pulling up crabtraps in my dads fishing boat. 3 years later, i was working as a Laborer, digging, fitting it in, with 12 year olds, 15, 17, 20 and older peolpe. Woman, Men, Kids, heck, there was even a dog. Your problem thinking "Well, What the **** does this have to do with anything?" I'm getting to that. He came from the forests. I forgot what his name was, but there was some symbol that looked like 6 circles in it. He said he was a Tech or something. He told us of a place Beyond the moutians, a place miles from here. He said he was traveling for Years after becomeing lost. I saw his armour. It was dirty, but, if you punched it, you would cry. It was that hard. Now, i was from a littile fishing village, with wooden, Dirt and Tire walls to procet ourselves from other towns, and raiders. When he told us of the vast land, Screens that made pictures appear, Heck, get this, A machine that washed AND dryed clothes. When i first heard of it, i was detrmiend to go. Then, it happend. Raiders. Overpowerd out defenders, and took a few us kids captive. Then, they gave me a lighter. They must of knew my love of fire. I set the entire damn town alight. I ignored the pleas to stop, and kept on torching. When i stoped, the town was alight. Everybody was alight. Then, i relazied what i just did. I ran as fast as i could, running. Runnig from the bullets. Running from the Machine that shot fire. Running from the Cars. And i didnt stop running until i reached the farest i could run, and i was 5 towns away. There, at the age of 15, i tired to restart life. But, the mans story kept ringing thorugh my ears. I wanted to leave this Island. So, i looked around, getting ready, My orgnail plan was to drive, but then i found it. The Sky Machine. I read that book i found in it to learn how to fly. At the age of 17, i was ready to fly it. But, i needed money for gas. So, i had to wait a year to fly it. And when i did, i packed up my littile cohtes i had, some fuel, and flew off. And i kept of flying. I kept of flying until i ran out of the gas. I didnt know what to do, and i crashed. I stumbled away, and i flew. Men wearing masks draged my away underground. Then, everything went black. When i awoke, everything was stronge. There was some beeping shit, and this guy in a white robe. He gave me a pipe, some food, which i ate some advice, and saved his ass from a zombie thingy. I left, and i took 5 steps from the hellhole. Then, i noticed this collar. I tried ripping it off, and i went back to the guy, demdanig a explation. He said, i was now a clone. I was lucky to, my memories were intact from when i was cloned before. He said, i must have had it own from before. So, sasftied, i wanred out, into the shithole you guys call home. Well, i fell in with a group caleld the travlers, smuggling things, Scavening, and being hired to watch over certain places. Tahst my story. Now, hand me a cigarrte. I need a smoke.
(The end)
