Hey everyone! Marcus, here once again, to spread love and the word of god on the unsuspecting world.
Love being my obsession over my belongings, I am compelled by nature to love and treasure what is mine. So as the amount of my possessions steadily rises after parting ways from their original owners, so does the amount of my love increases. I don’t steal… I make fair exchanges, because no matter the price of an item that is take by me, in the end it can never compare to the price of scarcest element that I give back, and that is love. To put it simply, I take an item, (and as we all know, any item is a part of this world) and love it as my possession, and if an item is a part of the world then I love the world as a whole, and what our world lacks the most in this corrupted time? That is absolutely correct. The world lacks love.
As for the word of god? Ever heard of crusade?
Slipping off topic again, naughty me… Time to get back to that journey.
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Determined and with a specific goal in mind, I head on my journey towards the countless adventures that await ahead of me. After a few hours of nonstop walking, the excitement in my steadily dies down and I decided to take a small break to take in stock of my surroundings and consider my situation in general, and then it hits me. I have no idea where I’m going. I got so overexcited that I didn’t even bother to my any arrangements and actually have no real idea of where I am at the moment.
And so I decided to do, what any 25 year old grown adult would do in my place. I stealthy hide myself in nearby bushes and quietly sulk to myself. After an hour or so of self-pitying, I see a small group of armed man wearing black leather outfits. As they are, carrying around a banner signed “I’m a bandit” wouldn’t be as much of a giveaway as their current attires.
Observing them slowly progressing through the forest, I can’t help but frown. “How come this guard bait knows their way around and I’m stuck here lost”.
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And then it once again… Hits me! Without waiting a second longer, I abandoned the relative safety of my self-pity bush, and caught up with their party of seven leather-bound future sacrifices. Still frustrated over my recent blunder and in no mood for discussions I bind all seven of them in floating bubbles of water. Done with their capture, I turn my attention a strange song stuck in the back of my head which goes a little something like this “Pokemon! Gotta Catch Em ALL!!”… Failing to make any sense of it I turn my attention back to the bandits bound in water balls, and as I’m about to speak some strange box flashes in front of my eyes… something is written on.
“You can’t carry more than six pokemons….” ….. ….. …. “Bandit #7 has been safely transferred to your PC”…
After that the window disappears and together with it goes ‘POOF!’ one of the bandits. Hmmm… Well, better to just ignore it. Now to spread the word of god to this pagan evildoers.
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I’m sorry to stop the story right here but there seems to have been a falling out in the heroes group and they’re in the middle of an inner dispute, can’t miss out on something like that… now can I? Either way I’ll be sure to finish this story for you in a few hours.
AuthNote: Doesn’t happen much here… Just a filler chapter or something :p Either way.. I srsly need a small break from this… but I’ll probably finish another chapter or two today so don’t you worry) Though not sure if anyone cares xD
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