A young boy, maybe 15 or 16, wakes up in a small dark box. He flys across the box, smashing his skull into the wall. He screams, as he is thrown to the other side dodging hitting his head but smashing his shoulder.
Eventually, he grips onto the floor. He looks around, as the box suddenly stops, sending him flying up hitting his back on the top of the box. He falls onto his stomach. He screams in pain, as he turns and sees light. He sees many boys, maybe 40-50 of them looking straight at him.
The boy squints his eyes, covering them with his arm. A boy, maybe one year or two older than him hops down, reaching his hand out for the boy to grab it. This strange kid says "welcome to the glade, shank."
The kid stares at him blankly, not knowing what to say. He pushes the kids hand away. "Glade? Shank?! What are you talking about?" The older boy ignores him. "What's your name, greenie?" The kid remembers his name, but nothing else. His mind is completely blank. He can remember his name, but not how he got it. "I... I'm Nick." The older boy smiles. "Nice to meet ya, Nick."
The older boy puts out his hand to help him up again, and Nick stares at it, deciding to grab it. He gets up, and a few other boys help them up. Nick looks around, amazed at what he is seeing. He yells at the older boy. "what is this?!" The older boy steps a step closer. "This is the glade, greenie"
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The Werewolf Glader
ActionA kid named Nick comes up in the box. An accident caused him to be bitten by a strange creature, and starts getting strange ability's. Him and his new friends must deal with the creature attaching the glade, defeating this creature, and escaping th...
