A world in which chaos has spread through out the land. Not a living soul in sight just wave after wave of death that destroys, kills, and defiles the sacred with each step. Can you imagine living here? Well ill give you an image.
Drakopus wakes up with a sense of fear, and dread. "Another goddamn dream about that night!" Drakopus yelled in frustration as he got up from his makeshift bed. The window suddenly shattered revealing a crowd of creations. "Fuck..." Drakopus said before he was attacked.
Narrator note: There shall be points in the story where ill explain opponents and pause the story. Such as now.
The Creations: These are very intelligent beings at first designed to be a new form of slaves. At first they were very functional. Though after a day the "slaves" become intelligent and more grotesque. At the end of the week they become twisted forms that hunt any living things down, and defile their corpse by devouring it.
Drakopus hurried up the stairs and viewed outside the window. The hole entire base was covered in blood and parts of bodies. It seemed that he was the only one left in the walls that were "safe". He needed to get out before he became a creatures snack.
End chapter!
This is an original story based off of... nothing really. I might as well describe how Drakopus looks, but before that how do u think of this if u are reading this. Criticism is welcome.
Drakopus: General, is a 15 year old boy with black eyes, and silver hair that reaches his shoulders. Measurements, he is 6 feet tall, and rather slim. Family, all his relatives are dead and he doesn't like to talk about them. Personality, Cold heart-ed, planner, smart, not afraid to make sacrifices, and has no trouble with killing.
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A Land Forgotten
AcciónA world full of twisted and demented creature, who's only intent is to annihilate anything that moves. a world in which food is scarce, water is tainted, and are growing scarcer and scarcer. One man tries to make it by, but always seems to move two...
