Well this happened...
1. NotTheCookie tagged me
2. 89 have found me in my abyss (literally had to look twice holy shit that's a lot)
3. My Golden Eyes has the most so far (I honestly got a block for just that story so I'll try when school isn't trying to suffocate me to death)
4. Either or when I'm writing this
5. Only 1 and it's really fun to write
6. Including this only 3
7. Really hard decision between harrish6 or NotTheCookie
8. I think it would have to be 'My Happy Ending' by harrish6. It's just so good and hits you right in the feels
9. My favorite book of my own would have to be the book I'm writing now called 'Deadly Feelings' (still working on ch2. But I'll let you have a little insight for what's to come when I do finally publish at the bottom)
10. Proud of my first chapter in MGE
11. However many people find me I'm pretty chill with.
I summon thee... 9puppys, B3RRYB1U3, TheScorched_Soldier, Undertale_shipper2, InkySplash, SierraColor, RogueAngel13, JemmaJazz01, AverageCreepyPerson, JemmaJazz01 to answer the call
You can go now...
No seriously go...
Wow... Your still here... Well here ya go!
Upon first glance, Los Santos was just like any other busy city. Artificial lights illuminating the darkened roads, as cars pass them by carrying people back and forth from a full day of work to their cozy homes. The less fortunate wander the streets and parks looking for some place to rest their weary feet for the night. But just like every city, it has some dark stuff going on behind the scenes.
Sirens blare on as police units are notified of a robbery downtown. Some of the walkers still on the street don’t even flinch as the noise approaches and whizzes by them. Others immediately go into the nearest open building hoping that whoever is out their doesn’t come in. but the people weren’t random thugs looking to make a quick buck. They were the BBS Crew. a gang that had grown to be the most powerful in the 8 years that they had existed. But that’s not what we’re focusing on this evening. Tonight we focus on the dark, slim figure running and jumping from roof to roof. Using the sirens to mask their footsteps, they try to pick out their victim from the people below.
