This is the story of jack wolfinstine someone from a distant past soaked in blood with nothing but the weapons he has taken from his travels and skills he has honed with time and powers he has been given let's see if he will be able to keep up with...
Action = running Thinking = (boring) Talking = hello Narration = the place shakes
Welcome back let's get into it
Jack: wakes up in a bed and shoots up the hell sees his arm is still a prosthetic the hell am I looks around
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Jack: this is my bedroom but I haven't been here in decades gets out of bed and looks out the window
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Jack: what new haven how am I here summons the black blade but I still have this but i am in new haven this makes no sense hears a knock at the door the hell goes to it
???: Jack wake up it's almost noon
Jack: ( it can't be) opens the door
???: oh your up I thought I was gonna have to get veir or fray to wake you up
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Jack: tears up some hey zack
Zack: you good mate why you crying
Jack: just eye crust from sleeping wipes tears away so what did you need
Zack: well I don't need anything I was just told to wake you up since it was almost noon
