You want a fire what!!!? (Closed)
Aug 13, 2015 15:04:00 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2015 15:04:00 GMT -6
Merric walked down the streets and contemplated his luck. Lady luck had smiled on him after his slew of misfortune. The gambling den was on fire tonight, and not literally for once. He was on fire, not literally for once, and he was making money. "I'll be taking this gentlemen!!! HAHAH!!!" Merric scooped up all the cash he could, such a haul that he left coins behind on the table without a second thought.
"Drinks are on me tonight!!!" Merric leaned back his chair and kicked up his feet to cheers. Oh this must be haw it feels to be a king!!! Across the room he spotted a pair of sacaen women smiling at him with the slightest of twists in their hair. Who was he to not take advantage of a moment like this one. Suddenly his vision began to distort and a crippling pain seeped into his ribs. The world was turning black and it was gone.
Opening his eyes Merric looked around to see a cranky old man kicking him in the ribs. "Leave me be old man. I was finally having a good dream. Haven't I was finally living a good life, no more," He gestured the garbage dump that had become his bed, "no more of this!"
"You owe me my protection money or I am taking your crate." Being shaken down by a hobo, how far had he fallen? It all started when he ran away from the zombie horde so long ago, and then his home town was gone, and then... Bad luck.
"Take it... I don't really need it anymore." The dramatic flare exuded by the man was more than excessive. His large movements and all. He continued to sit in the trash heap, a most filthy place writhing in disease. A rat sat at his feet waiting for its chance to nibble on him. "GO AWAY YOU JERK!" With a flick of his fingers he lit the rat's fur on fire." Suddenly he began to cry and flopped his head into his knees. "I'm a mess."
"Drinks are on me tonight!!!" Merric leaned back his chair and kicked up his feet to cheers. Oh this must be haw it feels to be a king!!! Across the room he spotted a pair of sacaen women smiling at him with the slightest of twists in their hair. Who was he to not take advantage of a moment like this one. Suddenly his vision began to distort and a crippling pain seeped into his ribs. The world was turning black and it was gone.
Opening his eyes Merric looked around to see a cranky old man kicking him in the ribs. "Leave me be old man. I was finally having a good dream. Haven't I was finally living a good life, no more," He gestured the garbage dump that had become his bed, "no more of this!"
"You owe me my protection money or I am taking your crate." Being shaken down by a hobo, how far had he fallen? It all started when he ran away from the zombie horde so long ago, and then his home town was gone, and then... Bad luck.
"Take it... I don't really need it anymore." The dramatic flare exuded by the man was more than excessive. His large movements and all. He continued to sit in the trash heap, a most filthy place writhing in disease. A rat sat at his feet waiting for its chance to nibble on him. "GO AWAY YOU JERK!" With a flick of his fingers he lit the rat's fur on fire." Suddenly he began to cry and flopped his head into his knees. "I'm a mess."