Darkorvit t1_j2c0maq wrote on December 31, 2022 at 3:12 AM

Reply to comment by EndorDerDragonKing in [WP] There are two types of rebels in the world. Young, plucky heroes with a prophecy and plot armor, and grim faced, dirt streaked insurgents with old Soviet guns and handmade explosives. The problem comes when these two groups team up. by turtle-tot

I have less plot than george lucas when he had to explain why darth vader was designed like he was

Darkorvit t1_j2bzpig wrote on December 31, 2022 at 3:05 AM

Reply to comment by EndorDerDragonKing in [WP] There are two types of rebels in the world. Young, plucky heroes with a prophecy and plot armor, and grim faced, dirt streaked insurgents with old Soviet guns and handmade explosives. The problem comes when these two groups team up. by turtle-tot

Dude why y'all want more? It ain't that good

Darkorvit t1_j2azpmt wrote on December 30, 2022 at 10:43 PM

Reply to [WP] There are two types of rebels in the world. Young, plucky heroes with a prophecy and plot armor, and grim faced, dirt streaked insurgents with old Soviet guns and handmade explosives. The problem comes when these two groups team up. by turtle-tot

Bianca was walking through the woods near the hideout. She couldn't get the image of Aiden lifting her up from the broken cave last week. Emotions she didn't know how to name flooded her mind, only taken to attention when she heard a noise coming from behind a bush.

"Who's there?" she ask-yelled, unsheathing her sword of light.

"Finally, someone." answered a coarse voice, and out emerged a man barely taller than Bianca, dressed only in heavu combat boots, beige trousers, and an otherwise white tank top. He came with a rifle slung on his shoulder, and a first aid kit. Dry blood adorned his dirty self.

"Gosh what happened to you?" She said, putting her sword away, "come, we have food and a washing machine inside."

"Wha'appened to you? You's all sparkly and stuff. Why do you have a sword? You ain't gonna kill a crippled rabbit with a sword... Ahh, wha'ever. You got more hands? I need ta get my troop out'f a pit trap." He stopped to spit out a piece of bark mixed with drool, and started walking past Bianca.

She caught up and started walking alongside the ragged man. "Where are your friends, anyways? We'll have to know how long to travel."

"I'unno. Few days out? This long dark is messin up our internal clocks."

"Yeah. But we'll defeat the night bringers and bring light to the world again!"

He raised an eyebrow at her. "You's gonna need som'thn' better than a pointy stick for that, here." He unholsted his sidearm and presented the handle to her. "Name's Ivan, by the way."