SpriteCatcher

I sat up in my bed, shaking off a disappointed feeling. I looked around my room, my eyes adjusting to the light. In my hands was my birthday gun. What the fuck? I set it down on my night stand and looked to check the time on my alarm clock. Aparently that won't be happening, because I'd shot it in my sleep. Fuck. The mage is going to be sooo-- "knock knock, I bet your just w-i-d-e awake now, huh", the moody sorcerer said from behind my door. I brushed my hair as the last of the raven color drainned from my hair and back to white. I went to open the door. "Bweheh. Beautiful morning isn't it, Vaati?" I grinned at the sight of him. I had obvi

CONTINUE OF SNYTCH'S NARRATIVE. I OWN NOTHING BUT ART AND WRITING. ( ) =Snytch's comments italics= thoughts or dreams normal=narrative ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Wait, WILDCARD! Before you kill me, I have something important to say," My name is Ruzade. I have always dreampt of the day I would finally kill this disgustingly forest colored jerk. This is a sweet moment. I'm feeling generous today <3 It's against my values to deny a man a few last words. (Surprising, she does't have many values, he better treasure these-) "BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP--" (WHAT THE HELL? THOSE WERE HIS LAST WORDS? THAT UNGRATEFUL... OH SH*