Hi, as you may learn soon very briefly, I am a first person narrator!
Wow, yippie! That means you get to hear a story from most likely, my point of view only! However, it appears to seem I have no story to tell you, so you can go now!
You can leave now!
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Leave, please!
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Ok, you're getting a little annoying now! :-)
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For the love of god--
What part of-- Ok, fine. I can see where this'll head, and I'm not going through that. You want an actual story? Fine.
My story begins in a world, stripped of any life, and full of sand, dust, mountains of sand, and also some more sand. It's not a very pretty world. Among the vast stretch of barren landscape lays a small wooden shed, about the size of a car. That's my house! Well, I mean, living area. It's not exactly something you'd want to call home, especially in this stupid sandy world. Getting off this dusty dry rock is what I'm aiming for, I just need to fix my spaceship and I'll be set.
That's right, I own a flippin' spaceship.
I'm not what you'd call a "space explorer," though. I'm more of a... Kind of...
Well I stole this spaceship, crashed here, and honestly, I have no idea how to fix a bloody ship that can breach the orbit of a planet and travel through space. I mean, I literally just found this weird wooden house on this planet, I have no idea if anyone lives here or not. And let me be even more honest here, I'm not exactly sure if there is anyone else on this planet
"Oi!"
Besides Beck, I guess. She's my robot friend who I probably would be dead without.
"Jack, what the bloody hell are you doin' around this dusty outhouse?" Beck grunts with disgust.
Ok, so maybe it wasn't a living room and maybe I lied about several other things too, but let's move on, shall we? :)
"Oh my god, Beck, let me have an adventure once in awhile, will you?" I say awesomely, because I am awesome.
Also yes, I am Jack. I do wish she'd call me a cooler nickname, but whatever.
"Well, while you were having an adventure by your port-a-potty, I've repaired the broken thruster on the ship, ye lazy bastard." She nagged.
"Finally. For the love of God, let's get off of this planet." I desperately plea.
Beck leads me back to our ship, It sits still in the crater that I totally did not crash into. And if she says I did in the future, she is lying I tell you.
"Good job on crashing, by the way." Beck said. Right after I just--
Oh my fucking god Beck. Come on.
"Ok, well if you took control while I needed to pee, we wouldn't be here." I say recalling the event of me needing to release my bodily fluids, like as if a robot would understand.
She then begins to pester me on how I went 'pee' several times in 30 minutes, and how I keep going without warning. And then remarks something about it being unhealthy and who cares I stopped listening after awhile.
As we exchange complaints entering the ship, and prepare it for launch, Beck decides to take control and just tells me to nap. As if, I, the adventurer, needs a bloody nap.
So I took a nap.
8 hours pass. And yes, that's a time that would equate to a nap. That's a normal amount of time to be considered a normal nap.
--Will continue writing later, too tired for now--
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Improv - The story with no plan
RandomHi, I have no idea what I am doing, and have absolutely no experience in writing. And that's about it
