|Various dragon favs|
EVOlution 14- section 1I Stared at the ashes and rubble... Why did it always come to this? Destruction and death, and yet I know I started all this...EVOlution 14- section 1 by Darkdrake0
I hear 101 groan from his position across the dark and gloomy room. I frowned at that, why wouldn't he stay under for at least an hour at least before I had to punch him in the face again? I cross under the light cast by the large skylight before I kick him hard in the temple, the chains binding him to the wall clanking as his head snaps to the right and and he goes under again. I go back to my table, littered with parts and electronics and continue working. A TV holo at on the desk showing news reports. I chuckle at the most breaking news. The voice as coming from a female newscaster.
“... Just recently a major theft occurred at Maruco Arms warehouse 81-B, where several million creds worth of weapons and equipment have been taken. No security footage survives, however the suspect is believed to be an EVO Saboteur. Currently the armed forces are also sea
Dragon Knights: intro“Sir, there's a message for you.” The guard says from outside the steel and oak door. His armor clinked slightly when he turns to say it.Dragon Knights: intro by Darkdrake0
“Patch it in then.” I say to him from the desk, only to get the response “It's a courier Sir.” My head perks up, that's new. Important stuff came only by courier, and it's usually bad news. I get up and walk through the semi-tidy study, books and half-finished projects laying on tables and sometimes stacked on the floor. I pass by the full-length mirror on the way and catch a glimpse of myself. Black hair cut short and green eyes, slightly pale skin and wiry frame. Having black clothes made me almost blend in with the study's low-light conditions, sure, I could have the place bright as the sun... but who really wants that? So the brick fireplace and my computer monitors are the only source of light. I grab the door bolt and slide it back, “Send him in.” I say as I walk back to my desk, spinning the blac
Don't really know what to make this journal about. I haven't written anything in months, and nor do I feel like it even when I get an idea... haven't really read anything on DA even longer than that.
My days consist of work, and sleeping about 90% of the time, an endless cycle really.
Honestly i'm probably just going to stay away from people for a while, even more so than usual, maybe give me time to think... so my Skype will never really be open; like I use it anymore anyway, and I won't be listed on steam as online for a while.
Don't really feel like typing anything else up so i'll end this here.
Shane, signing out.