I know that some of you want my other stories but I've been having trouble cause I've had a writers block and trying to figure out where to take the story. So I'm dealing with that currently. ALSO DON'T ASK ME QUESTIONS ABOUT THIS STORY BECAUSE IM P...
Hello guys. This is an awesome fanfiction that I found from a user called Man of Cartoons on Fanfiction.net. I asked to put this story on here because I liked the story and wanted to share it with you guys. If you're asking for more updates on the story, it'll all depend on when he gets back to the story. I can't continue since 1. I don't know their ideas for this story. 2. I already have too many stories that I haven't even touched in a long time. I'm not adding another one. But anyways, here's Generator Rex: Stuck in the World of Titans. Hope you all enjoy it.
The names and faces you meet may change, but no matter how you slice it, war is war. You pick a side and you don't look back. I believe that now, and I believed it then. What gets you in trouble is when you start second guessing yourself and your decisions. Forget what you're fighting for and you're finished.
That's what I learned from Agent Six.
How cryptic is that.
But I can say for certain, I think I get what he was trying to tell me now.
War, no matter what it's about, can always lead to a life changed. Or lives destroyed.
And unless if you know what it's about, you'll end up making a decision you'll love or regret.
And its not easy when you make that decision yourself.
A land, devoid of plant life, human life, or any form of nature, and not too many people like them. With no food nor water for miles, no one would survive for very long out there. With the sun always hanging in the sky, shinning its light for miles and miles, a desert like this would always be a great, terrible, scorcher to be on.
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But even as the sun scorched the sandy land below, there was one lone teenager in this sandy wasteland, laying on the ground, unconscious and unharmed.
The teenager was a 17 year old boy with dark tan skin, dark black hair, and brown eyes. The boy wore a white and blue t-shirt with two orange lines on it, a red jacket with orange at the ends of the sleeves, and wore dark pants, and had brown goggles on top of his head. The boy's name was Rex Salazar and he was passed out on the ground.
