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Sonic Adventure 3 - Chapter 2
In the dark blue night time sky Yuki stood beside the river looking into the moon as a fire was burning on the fireplace behind him.
"Y'know, I really don't care if he destroys the world." He said to himself. "He can do it, fine by me."
Meanwhile, a shadow shaped like a cat ran through the forest cutting across anything in her way. She was panting as she ran but did not stop running. She leapt through a bush and down a small cliff. She found Yuki stargazing, barely having noticed her moving.
"Who are you?"
"Huh?" Yuki turned around. Behind him was a ginger-haired cat with green eyes, thick black eyelashes and was wearing a pink kimono with a hot pink sash, hot pink gloves that were torn on the fingers, supposedly by her claws, and hot pink boots with a white stripe. Only the feet were visible as the kimono was covering the rest.
"That's none of your business!"
She approached Yuki and fiercely scratched him on the cheek.
"What are you hiding?"
Sonic Adventure 3 - Chapter 1
Fate exists for everybody. It is an invisible void, pulling us into adventures. Soon, it will be your turn. Where you go in this adventure is up to you. This will last one year, and in that time you can either set yourself free and change the world, or remain imprisoned and destroy it. Let your heart guide you on your journey. Should you follow it, the answer in the end will become clear
January 4, 1515
A clear waterfall rushed down a quiet and peaceful forest deep in Takashima. A bear was roaming the forest, little did he know that he was being watched. A red Hedgehog was hiding behind a tree, carefully examining the bear.
"I've seen bigger bears here in the forest, but he's the only wildlife I've seen today that I can eat, so he'll have to do." The Hedgehog said to himself quietly behind the tree. He moves one foot back and prepares to attack. "HhhhhhyyyYYYYAAAAHHHHH!" He leaps up and fearsomely attacks the bear. He punched it twice and then bit it, and the Th
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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