hey guys so this is shadowgirl101 the owner of Sonic fan Characters.
I have decided to come back to fanpop.
But I go oleh SavoniaNight now.
I don't know how much I shall be posting atau what I will b doing.
I do know I will be posting my new art.
The reason I completely started over was because of embarrassment and stupidity.
So I am officially back!
ALSO I do not know much about this new layout of fanpop.
It is very different from a long time ago.
So if anda could help me out that would be great!
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I have decided to come back to fanpop.
But I go oleh SavoniaNight now.
I don't know how much I shall be posting atau what I will b doing.
I do know I will be posting my new art.
The reason I completely started over was because of embarrassment and stupidity.
So I am officially back!
ALSO I do not know much about this new layout of fanpop.
It is very different from a long time ago.
So if anda could help me out that would be great!
~
"When are we going to start Gant?" Slick asked eager to start.
"When Madam Yogi gives the go, when she does is when the guards go away to make way for the general Joseph Heat and his precious cargo; Yuki the angelbat," Gant answered without pause.
"The one we're gonna rescue, the one that is tortured and used for her electrical powers," Dash continued for Gant.
"Why can't we just go before they get inside?" Slick questioned Gant and Dash.
"If we go when that happens all the guards will be on us! We're suppose to stay aman, brankas and keep our identities hidden," Rioul answered agressively although calm.
"Shh...we need to listen for the signal..." Dash berkata concerned.
"What was the signal again?" Slick asked.
"I berkata shh!" Dash quickly said. A detik later they all hear a beep...Beep beep beep, beep...
"Now!" exclaimed Gant.
They all started running towards their positions, ready to start...
"When Madam Yogi gives the go, when she does is when the guards go away to make way for the general Joseph Heat and his precious cargo; Yuki the angelbat," Gant answered without pause.
"The one we're gonna rescue, the one that is tortured and used for her electrical powers," Dash continued for Gant.
"Why can't we just go before they get inside?" Slick questioned Gant and Dash.
"If we go when that happens all the guards will be on us! We're suppose to stay aman, brankas and keep our identities hidden," Rioul answered agressively although calm.
"Shh...we need to listen for the signal..." Dash berkata concerned.
"What was the signal again?" Slick asked.
"I berkata shh!" Dash quickly said. A detik later they all hear a beep...Beep beep beep, beep...
"Now!" exclaimed Gant.
They all started running towards their positions, ready to start...
Memorandum: Re: St. Christoph's Square
To: Achio Noch
From: Gallancy Torren Oceanius
>But why not?
>
>Well......
>Diabo? He'd kill me for not being Nimean.
>Arty? She'd probably just throw paint at me.
>Nate would send bees at me.
>Tydus would hold me for ransom.
>Estill is the personality of a *SPOILERS FOR ANYONE membaca DOES NOT COMPUTE*
>Do anda REALLY expect me to SURVIVE? Even in Taetoro?
>
>..... Maybe not for LOOONG....
>
>Exactly.
>
>So, you're NOT coming?
>
> *facepalm*
To: Achio Noch
From: Gallancy Torren Oceanius
>But why not?
>
>Well......
>Diabo? He'd kill me for not being Nimean.
>Arty? She'd probably just throw paint at me.
>Nate would send bees at me.
>Tydus would hold me for ransom.
>Estill is the personality of a *SPOILERS FOR ANYONE membaca DOES NOT COMPUTE*
>Do anda REALLY expect me to SURVIVE? Even in Taetoro?
>
>..... Maybe not for LOOONG....
>
>Exactly.
>
>So, you're NOT coming?
>
> *facepalm*
My first story, so, if anda wanna make suggestions, post of a forum ill make in a bit.
The old streets eminated of fossil fuels burning, roadkill and sadness. The ally was scattered with boxes, empty glass bottles and pieces of old news paper. In the distance, a siren went off and anjing yipped to eachother in thier own language. The streets felt cold and filled with the sorrow of the people around.
My body felt cold as ice. I longed to be warm and safe. I wished I had some money to get something to eat, but who would listen to a stray? No one. I curled up in a ball, attempting to get warm, as I drifted into a small rest.
I worried if the wrong person would find me here in this ally, alone in this cold, dark allyway. I dismissed this worry and held the arms of false hope, whispering false facts into my freezing ears.
I believed the false hope's bitterly cold arms were a sign I was alive.
The old streets eminated of fossil fuels burning, roadkill and sadness. The ally was scattered with boxes, empty glass bottles and pieces of old news paper. In the distance, a siren went off and anjing yipped to eachother in thier own language. The streets felt cold and filled with the sorrow of the people around.
My body felt cold as ice. I longed to be warm and safe. I wished I had some money to get something to eat, but who would listen to a stray? No one. I curled up in a ball, attempting to get warm, as I drifted into a small rest.
I worried if the wrong person would find me here in this ally, alone in this cold, dark allyway. I dismissed this worry and held the arms of false hope, whispering false facts into my freezing ears.
I believed the false hope's bitterly cold arms were a sign I was alive.