Back to the fricken army attack right now; I have been living in the Great Lakes where I feast on unwary boaters.
My best friend Panama had escaped there a few months ago and we have been taking refuge there together.
Currently I am in the shallow area of the lake where I am stuck, the bullets of the army just bounce off my shell and hit them. People around me scream and run, fleeing from the bullets that fly through the air. Panama is cowering under me as I try to protect her, I snap at a nearby helicopter and it catches flames and gravity takes care of the rest. As the helicopter plummets, the guns rapidly fire, out of control.
"Nooooo!!!" I scream, but not a squeak comes from my mouth, as I am unable to breathe properly.
A bullet shot through the water, striking my only friend, she is not dead... yet. This has to end now.
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Barry the Savage
FantasyIn a world not so far away, there was a baby turtle. He ran from his home to live on the streets until he ate a toxic donut. He was mutated into a giant turtle where he would "Live The Savage Life".
