Post by DayBreakSpectre on Jan 16, 2007 20:01:27 GMT -5
Although this may seem like a cheap rip of Val's idea, it's not. :P I'm in the guild that he runs in MapleStory. This is the story of my new character, an Assassin named Nobaki.
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Prologue: A Torn Pathway
"Dammit! ...No!" He shouted at the darkness, standing in a midnight back-alley of Kerning City. "I- It can't have happened... It can't have come to this..."
His back was turned to the huge road in front of the Self Defense shop. He beat his fists on the brick wall of the establishment, clothes torn, bloody arms and legs, and tears streaming down his face.
He reached a claw-bearing hand to his pocket and withdrew his final throwing star, a clean, four pointed, silver Subi. Letting it bathe in the city lights, he stopped his tears momentarily and took in the frigid night air.
Suddenly, he tensed. Taking the shuriken is his grasp, he left one glowing point uncovered, and opened his exposed left hand. He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and just... did it, bringing the tip of the shuriken to rest inside his left hand. He did not scream, or clutch his hand in pain. He was too numb already. He simply welcomed the blood into the night, too dumbstruck at the action he'd just taken to do anything else. With it resting there, calm and clean, he resolved, finally...
"I swear upon the blood that leaks from my hand... From the star that now holds my soul and this promise with it... I swear I'll finish this... I swear, I sw- I.. I'll kill you!"
Letting his words echo away into the stark, unforgiving darkness, he fell to his knees, and collapsed to the ground, blood steadily leaking from the self-inflicted injury. He put the star back in his pocket, using the last of his energy.
He knew no more.
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Prologue: A Torn Pathway
"Dammit! ...No!" He shouted at the darkness, standing in a midnight back-alley of Kerning City. "I- It can't have happened... It can't have come to this..."
His back was turned to the huge road in front of the Self Defense shop. He beat his fists on the brick wall of the establishment, clothes torn, bloody arms and legs, and tears streaming down his face.
He reached a claw-bearing hand to his pocket and withdrew his final throwing star, a clean, four pointed, silver Subi. Letting it bathe in the city lights, he stopped his tears momentarily and took in the frigid night air.
Suddenly, he tensed. Taking the shuriken is his grasp, he left one glowing point uncovered, and opened his exposed left hand. He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and just... did it, bringing the tip of the shuriken to rest inside his left hand. He did not scream, or clutch his hand in pain. He was too numb already. He simply welcomed the blood into the night, too dumbstruck at the action he'd just taken to do anything else. With it resting there, calm and clean, he resolved, finally...
"I swear upon the blood that leaks from my hand... From the star that now holds my soul and this promise with it... I swear I'll finish this... I swear, I sw- I.. I'll kill you!"
Letting his words echo away into the stark, unforgiving darkness, he fell to his knees, and collapsed to the ground, blood steadily leaking from the self-inflicted injury. He put the star back in his pocket, using the last of his energy.
He knew no more.
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