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Harry Potter, and i quote:

Harry Potter is an actor and singer who has starred in films such as The Wizard of Oz and Casino Royale, and provides the voice for protaganist Gordon Freeman in the Half Life series. He is also the 44th President of the United States.

Im gonna start postin some of these.

At 1/29/10 02:55 PM, redjokerx wrote: can't wait for the rest!! :D
hurray for dan!!

lol. youve only posted two times. Also, by the end of the moth ill have next chpater. Srry, but i hae school up to my necj so i cant work well ;(

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l69hdoj5V MQ

I dont understand why it wqas broken..

As some of you recently know, i moved to a country named Honduras. Ive been there a while, and it seems a little nice. Its hotter than hell, but i havent gotten stabbed or robbed yet. But thats not the point. Ive become actually quite popular at school, and well, by facebook i got http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l69hdoj5V MQ . Ik now this kid. Hes at my school, this was done in the bathrooms. I know its fake, but it makes me kinda scared to go back there. Opinions?

Yes! Im gonna be soon!

Looks larite! IWANT IN.

Its nice, but need more HeroDan. Can i be in it?

By the way, for those who asked to be in story and haven't appeared in the first chapter, don't worry, you'll appear in the another one.

I want in!

Im working on my story Dead Rush. When im done with it, i might check here to see if someone would like to animate a zombie story. Ill be writing and waiting-!

Well people, ive made enough characters and have enough requests for it. Looks like i wont need last name, its too creepy. Hope you enjoy

Chapter 1: Bad News

The day it all happened, I was up late. That day the December 4th midnight cold hit me with its flat chilly ice, as I lay down on my bed. It was a normal 16- year old's room. Women in bikini around the blue room, a Sony flat screen I had gotten for Christmas, and an oak closet filled with tons of unused clothes. Tomorrow was my first day as a junior at Academy Lower Philadelphia, or ALP for short. And it sucked. During my vacations I had done nothing besides hanging out with my best friend Alex and Abigail, who I had a crush on (Abby, not Alex). I tried to push myself to sleep but something glittery had caught my eye. I stood up and saw it was my mom's necklace hung on the wall. She wore it the day she died. It was my only memento of her besides all the time we had spent together. A tear fell from my eye as I stared at it. I cleared off my tear and decided to watch some TV. I grabbed the remote and got carefully into my bed, making sure not to make enough noise to wake up my dad. I surfed through the channels and found nothing even near to interesting, so I changed to today's news at channel 3.

- Last night, - said reporter John DeFoe- a 25- year old woman was bit by SWAT member last night at a party. According to a witness, the woman was dancing with some men when the SWAT member arrived. The woman went for a drink at a stand, and while distracted, the SWAT member got behind her and bit her fatally in the neck. Paramedics have taken the woman to the hospital, and the SWAT member is currently being sued on account of cannibalism. Interesting it is to note that the SWAT member had been previously bitten in the back of the leg by what seems to be a hyena or a wolf. The medics will keep us contacted, but until then, this is Channel 3 News.-

I kept thinking about the woman on the news. Her bright blonde hair, her shallow blue eyes, and her amazing voluptuous body. She kind of looked like Ms. Jessica, my English teacher. Or Bianca. I don't remember. I surfed through the channels trying to find anything good, until I heard footsteps around the door. That's when, without daring to think twice, I went to sleep. That night, I had the strangest dream. But until now I didn't know what it meant.
I was in some kind of hall, completely taken by darkness, except a flickering light bulb in the middle of it, just where I was standing. Every muscle in my body was frozen. Suddenly, a door materialized besides me. For about 10 minutes nothing happened. But then the door slowly creaked open, and a woman walked out. At first I didn't recognize her, but then I realized, she was the woman at the disco. Only now, she looked more... dead. She had beady-read eyes, and a marble-white, pale skin. She stood only about 3 inches in front of me. She slowly opened her mouth, until it was her cheeks reached her ears. The smell emitted from her mouth was more putrid that a garbage bag 15 years old. Suddenly she jumped for me, I still unable to move muscle. It seemed so real, I thought I really was going to die. Suddenly, and thankfully, my alarm rang.
I woke with a startle and swiped the river of sweat off my face. I got up and went to my bathroom. I turned on the shower and looked at myself in the mirror. I had Raven-black hair and sapphire blue eyes, which I inherited from my mother. My teeth were perfectly aligned, thanks to the fact that I had braces for the whole 7th and 8th grade. I had Zit Destroyer lube; as a result my face was completely zit free. I stopped my narcissistic session and showered. I noticed I had a slender, yet muscular build, something not very common. I finished bathing and picked out my clothes. I was going to wear a white T-shirt on the inside, and a black jacket on the outside. I picked out some light blue jeans and a pair of red Nike. I grabbed my backpack and went downstairs to the living room. It was a classic, yet unique, living room. It had two grey leather couches on each side, and a coffee table in font of them. A small chandelier hanged above the coffee table, combining perfectly with the brown wallpaper. There was a view of the New York streets from our apartment. I went toward the kitchen and saw my dad and little sister eating at the breakfast table. My dad, Gabriel, looked like he was around his 30's while actually being 43. He had black hair, with a little bit of white on his sideburns. He had dark- brown eyes, and was muscular, but not excessively. My little sister, Melissa, was only 8, and according to my friends, had the face of an angel. She had my moms blue eyes and my dads brown hair. She usually wore her hair in two ponytails, which made her seem even cuter. I walked towards the table for my usual bowl of strawberry cornflakes, when suddenly my dad called out to me.
- Daniel! - Said my dad cheerfully- Do you know what day is today?-
- First day at school? - I said stupidly.
- Yes! Aren't you excited about it?-
- I guess so...- Although I really wasn't, hence the fact it was school.
- Well, I hope you have an awesome day son, I love you.-
- Me too Dan. - said Melissa
- Me too guys.-I said
I hugged my dad and kissed my sister in the forehead, and went on to the bus stop for my first day of school.

At 1/27/10 06:23 PM, JKMonkey wrote:

Oh crap. Im sorry. Should have checked first What shall we do?

At this point, Robert had enough of it, he was done mourning, he was done regretting, but more than anything he was done with being Gustav's bitch.

"bastard kills my brother, ruins my career, and to top it all off: he stole my smokes.

this son of a bitch is dead."

Applauses were heard, and Robert turned to see who it was. It was Gustav, and right by his side, the mutated, blood curling version of Jason.

"adorable, simply adorable Robbie, looks like the "cancer sticks" haven't taken too much of your vigor."

"Gustav, you're fucking dead." said Robert, with great anger in his heart.

"you seem to be confused, Gustav is dead."

"than who are you? are you the artist formally known as Gustav?"

The Shadowy, now unnamed figure let out a laugh.

"you always were the funny one in the house, brother."

"NO!" Robert yelled in denial. "Explain Jason's body there then?"

"You see brother, Gustav is in my decimated body."

"You don't mean?" Robert stuttered.

"Yes. He had discovered how to switch most of a persons mind into another vessel. Obviously, being a raw, unrefined practise, I retain some of his original goals. Such as killing you for betraying him." He then chuckled. "Gustav, kill."

What was now Gustav lunged at Robert. Robert tried to dodge, but he was too late. Gustav was now on top of him, with the face of Jason still on. Seeing what had happened to his brother, Robert couldn't take it anymore, and let tears flow through his sides.

"J-Jason!" shouted Robert "you have to stop this! you have to fight Gustav's Influence!"

Jason let out another laugh.

"oh little brother, if i really still cared even the slightest bit about you don't you think i would've already stopped trying to kill you by now?"

Robert was left speechless, his brother, whom he had done nothing but love all his life, looked him straight in the eyes and told him he didn't love him back.

"you could've turned away, refused to fund Gustav's project, but instead you put the tools in his hands that made me a monster. to be quite frank, the Jason part of me resents you just as much as the Gustav part."

Pushing Gustav off of himself, Robert quickly stood up. "You're wrong!" Robert exclaimed, "Even though Jason an I have had our tussles, he would never resent me! He's my brother, and always will be! We're family, and that means we love each other no matter what!" spat Robert, "but I guess something like that is too much for Gustav to understand..." Robert said bitterly as he gazed as at Gustav.

However, Robert didn't get to look too long. Suddenly he heard a Military helicopter fly by. He quickly ducked as a torrent of bullets fell down from the heavens. Quickly saying, "Damn.", he ran as fast he could away from Gustav. When Robert got to an old abandoned workshop he looked back at his former brother. Bullets had ripped him apart completely. Robert was in shock, but wasn't for long, since the helicopter was closing in. He ran into the workshop and closed the door, only to find an incredibly beautiful woman inside

Ok guys. In 2 hours im going to post the first chapter, which includes all characters. Up until now i only have Alex Hill and Max Snider. Please post.

at this point, Robert had enough of it, he was done mourning, he was done regretting, but more than anything he was done with being Gustav's bitch.

"bastard kills my brother, ruins my career, and to top it all off: he stole my smokes.

this son of a bitch is dead."

Applauses were heard, and Robert turned to see who it was. It was Gustav, and right by his side, the mutated, blood curling version of Jason.

"adorable, simply adorable Robbie, looks like the "cancer sticks" haven't taken too much of your vigor."

"Gustav, you're fucking dead." said Robert, with great anger in his heart.

"you seem to be confused, Gustav is dead."

"than who are you? are you the artist formally known as Gustav?"

The Shadowy, now unnamed figure let out a laugh.

"you always were the funny one in the house, brother."

"NO!" Robert yelled in denial. "Explain Jason's body there then?"

"You see brother, Gustav is in my decimated body."

"You don't mean?" Robert stuttered.

"Yes. He had discovered how to switch most of a persons mind into another vessel. Obviously, being a raw, unrefined practise, I retain some of his original goals. Such as killing you for betraying him." He then chuckled. "Gustav, kill."

What was now Gustav lunged at Robert. Robert tried to dodge, but he was too late. Gustav was now on top of him, with the face of Jason still on. Seeing what had happened to his brother, Robert couldn't take it anymore, and let tears flow through his sides.

"J-Jason!" shouted Robert "you have to stop this! you have to fight Gustav's Influence!"

Jason let out another laugh.

"oh little brother, if i really still cared even the slightest bit about you don't you think i would've already stopped trying to kill you by now?"

Robert was left speechless, his brother, whom he had done nothing but love all his life, looked him straight in the eyes and told him he didn't love him back.

"you could've turned away, refused to fund Gustav's project, but instead you put the tools in his hands that made me a monster. to be quite frank, the Jason part of me resents you just as much as the Gustav part."

I don't wanna brag, but we are very good writers :)

I just felt like we needed to record our progress up to now, to realize how much we've written.

Robert had decided to step out of his house for a moment. The weather was extremely muggy and stepping out into the stiff air made it hard to breath at first. The damp air soon flooded into his lungs, as he wearily dragged his feet down the road. Realizing he forgot his smokes, the very reason why he went outside, he turned around and started to walk back into his house and retrieve them. only to see a man hidden in the shadows clad in a Fedora Hat and a Trench coat was stranding there, waiting for him. The man carried a breifcase and held his smokes in his hand, he had a smirk on his face.

"you really though you could us from us, didn't you Robbie?" said the shadowy figure.
Robert panicked, he had known the man for a while, but never thought hed come all the way just to get him. Quickly he tried to run back into his house only for the man to grab him on the pants and start to unbuckle his belt. Five minutes later, he was locked in his room and the door creaked as a man screamed.Robert was completely naked, and the man had been torturing him for over an hour. As Kanye West's butchering of Daft Punk's Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger began again for the hundredth or so time through the speakers (The man's ingenious torture device), Robert blissfully fell into a deep coma. When he came to, the shadowy figure was holding the greatest torture device the world has ever known.

The tickle me Elmo doll that he clutched in his hands brought upon a flash of pure terror into Robert's soul. Immediately, Robert's body unwillingly went into a shock, as the shadowy figure snickered at his convulsing body. As he lay on the rough dark blue carpet, Robert tried to remember the reason why the shadowy figure would torture him in this inhumane way. Suddenly, Robert remembered last Tuesday when he was at the grocery store. Don't buy any old Canadian booze.

As dread trickled into him just as the musty gin previously had, he had an idea! He darted at a rather large plank of wood sitting in the corner of the room. He knew what he had to do. As Robert reached the plank, he noticed that one end had a rather rusty looking nail sticking out of it. "Perfect", he said with a huge grin on his tear stricken face. He chuckled, "It reminds me of myself as a level 18 Newgrounder. Anyways...". Robert lunged forward with his weapon and struck his foe on the side of his face, spouting blood everywhere.
Then, all of the sudden, the blood spewing figure had turned into smoke as a voice came over an intercom installed in the room, "Now now Robby, you didn't think it would be that easy, did you? No. Were going to have fun Robby. Oh, yes. We will have fun because of what you did to me.", the figures' voice over the intercom faded away with his maddening laughter as Robby all of the sudden remembered what he had tried to suppress out of his memory all of his life, what he did to the shadowy figure.

[Flash Back]

The year is 1984, we see a vision of Robert as a young man at the peak of the human physical condition, a time when a man could offer him a cigerrete and his response would be "get those Cancer sticks out of my face, douchebag." indeed, Robert is the very essence of a hot blooded American male. He is about to go to a bar to met a friend, when suddenly a man in a large trenchcoat, bald, and with several scars on his face appears. He speaks:

"Tell me, Robbie, what are you going to do with your life?"

"Do I know you?" Robert growled.

"Oh no, you don't Robbie. But i'm sure we're going to become great friends. See, I know about your research. I too am interesting in fusing animals with the human form. However, my experiments are somewhat... More sinister than yours." The man chuckled, a malevolent grin growing over his face; he swept and arm out, and guided Robert towards a thick collection of trees. Robert looked around. There wasn't a soul in miles. He began hearing loud screams. Shaking, He asked

"You buddy, Where are we going?"

"the holding cell." said the man.

Robert followed the man into a strange hanger like area, the screams growing louder and louder. the man lifted the door open, inside of the hanger were several disgusting Human-Animal hybrids, crawling around on the ground in pain.

"oh GOD, what is this?!" asked Robert, "don't worry Robert, these aren't mutated people, these creatures were born this way, i cloned them myself." replied the man "don't you think that's a little...wrong?" said Robert, "of course it's wrong, but also farther than you've ever gotten."

Robert knew what the man was saying was true, and over the next few days they formed an uneasy Alliance. Robert and the Man, who asked to be called Gustav made astounding discoveries, their research rapidly increasing. "Robert, this is what we've been working towards!" Gustav screamed with passion, in his strong, Germanic accent, pulling a large sheet off of a cage with a flourish. In the shadows of the cell, not much could be seen, aside from two, glaring red eyes, and a violent wretching sound. Robert's face paled. He could clearly see the face of the... thing. It was his younger brother, Jason. Gustav had done an experiment on him.

Robert tried to run, But Gustav held him back.

" This is going to be the biggest discovery ever. I just wish... I could share the fame with you."

"YOU TWISTED SON OF A BITCH, I'LL END YOU!"

Robert immediately unlocked the cage. The creature pounced on Gustav. His face was nothing more than a pile of flesh, And goo. Robert ran as fast as he could. Jumped out the window, And ran for the nearest hotel. Robert quickly checked in, handing over $100 and not bothering with change. He locked himself in the bathroom and breathed heavily. He found a box of cigarettes lying on the floor with 'Stress gone instantly!' printed on the front. Robert lit one and stuffed it into his mouth, his heart racing, smoke raggedly puffing in out out of the cig. Robert's eyes became wet, and he sobbed. What had he done? Fueling that bastard's research; and for what? For his brother to be turned into an abomination of nature?

Robert never was the same after that day. He became a lazy, haunted man, addicted to cigarettes.

Robert's eyes snapped open as he came to.

Continued.....

I forgot to say i don't need your age, all characters are around 16-17.

I am currently writing a story in the writing forum called Dead Rush , and i need a few characters for it. There are only 9 spots available, 4 guys and 5 girls. If you'd like to be in it, post your first and last name, and your characteristics( Caucasian, African american, etc...). I choose personality, sorry. I also need your gender. If not enough people request a character, ill have to make them up.

at this point, Robert had enough of it, he was done mourning, he was done regretting, but more than anything he was done with being Gustav's bitch.

"bastard kills my brother, ruins my career, and to top it all off: he stole my smokes.

this son of a bitch is dead."

Applauses were heard, and Robert turned to see who it was. It was Gustav, and right by his side, the mutated, blood curling version of Jason.

"adorable, simply adorable Robbie, looks like the "cancer sticks" haven't taken too much of your vigor."

"Gustav, you're fucking dead." said Robert, with great anger in his heart.

"you seem to be confused, Gustav is dead."

"than who are you? are you the artist formally known as Gustav?"

The Shadowy, now unnamed figure let out a laugh.

"you always were the funny one in the house, brother."

"NO!" Robert yelled in denial. "Explain Jason's body there then?"

"You see brother, Gustav is in my decimated body."

"You don't mean?" Robert stuttered.

"Yes. He had discovered how to switch most of a persons mind into another vessel. Obviously, being a raw, unrefined practise, I retain some of his original goals. Such as killing you for betraying him." He then chuckled. "Gustav, kill."

What was now Gustav lunged at Robert. Robert tried to dodge, but he was too late. Gustav was now on top of him, with the face of Jason still on. Seeing what had happened to his brother, Robert couldn't take it anymore, and let tears flow through his sides.

Bumping again. Seriously people i need characters for the story. Please. This is my last bump.

Im sorry, but it needs more sex. If something is called furfaggery, then it needs sex. Besides taht, great stories, keep em going.

Flash Back]

The year is 1984, we see a vision of Robert as a young man at the peak of the human physical condition, a time when a man could offer him a cigerrete and his response would be "get those Cancer sticks out of my face, douchebag." indeed, Robert is the very essence of a hot blooded American male. He is about to go to a bar to met a friend, when suddenly a man in a large trenchcoat, bald, and with several scars on his face appears. He speaks:

"Tell me, Robbie, what are you going to do with your life?"

"Do I know you?" Robert growled.

"Oh no, you don't Robbie. But i'm sure we're going to become great friends. See, I know about your research. I too am interesting in fusing animals with the human form. However, my experiments are somewhat... More sinister than yours." The man chuckled, a malevolent grin growing over his face; he swept and arm out, and guided Robert towards a thick collection of trees. Robert looked around. There wasn't a soul in miles. He began hearing loud screams. Shaking, He asked

"You buddy, Where are we going?"

"the holding cell." said the man.

Robert followed the man into a strange hanger like area, the screams growing louder and louder. the man lifted the door open, inside of the hanger were several disgusting Human-Animal hybrids, crawling around on the ground in pain.

"oh GOD, what is this?!" asked Robert, "don't worry Robert, these aren't mutated people, these creatures were born this way, i cloned them myself." replied the man "don't you think that's a little...wrong?" said Robert, "of course it's wrong, but also farther than you've ever gotten."

Robert knew what the man was saying was true, and over the next few days they formed an uneasy Alliance. Robert and the Man, who asked to be called Gustav made astounding discoveries, their research rapidly increasing. "Robert, this is what we've been working towards!" Gustav screamed with passion, in his strong, Germanic accent, pulling a large sheet off of a cage with a flourish. In the shadows of the cell, not much could be seen, aside from two, glaring red eyes, and a violent wretching sound. Robert's face paled. He could clearly see the face of the... thing. It was his younger brother, Jason. Gustav had done an experiment on him.

Robert tried to run, But Gustav held him back.

" This is going to be the biggest discovery ever. I just wish... I could share the fame with you."

"YOU TWISTED SON OF A BITCH, I'LL END YOU!"

Robert immediately unlocked the cage. The creature pounced on Gustav. His face was nothing more than a pile of flesh, And goo. Robert ran as fast as he could. Jumped out the window, And ran for the nearest hotel. Robert quickly checked in, handing over $100 and not bothering with change. He locked himself in the bathroom and breathed heavily. He found a box of cigarettes lying on the floor with 'Stress gone instantly!' printed on the front. Robert lit one and stuffed it into his mouth, his heart racing, smoke raggedly puffing in out out of the cig. Robert's eyes became wet, and he sobbed. What had he done? Fueling that bastard's research; and for what? For his brother to be turned into an abomination of nature?

Robert never was the same after that day. He became a lazy, haunted man, addicted to cigarettes.

Robert's eyes snapped open as he came to.

[/flashback]

at this point, Robert had enough of it, he was done mourning, he was done regretting, but more than anything he was done with being Gustav's bitch.

"bastard kills my brother, ruins my career, and to top it all off: he stole my smokes.

this son of a bitch is dead."

Applauses were heard, and Robert turned to see who it was. It was Gustav, and right by his side, the mutated, blood curling version of Jason.

At 1/27/10 02:28 PM, biohasard wrote:

At 1/27/10 02:22 PM, HeroDan wrote:

Oh Fuuuu-
So, who's story are we going with?

Let the people decide. People really gotta start checking to see if anybody has posted.

[Flash Back]

The year is 1984, we see a vision of Robert as a young man at the peak of the human physical condition, a time when a man could offer him a cigerrete and his response would be "get those Cancer sticks out of my face, douchebag." indeed, Robert is the very essence of a hot blooded American male. He is about to go to a bar to met a friend, when suddenly a man in a large trenchcoat, bald, and with several scars on his face appears. He speaks:

"Tell me, Robbie, what are you going to do with your life?"

"Do I know you?" Robert growled.

"Oh no, you don't Robbie. But i'm sure we're going to become great friends. See, I know about your research. I too am interesting in fusing animals with the human form. However, my experiments are somewhat... More sinister than yours." The man chuckled, a malevolent grin growing over his face; he swept and arm out, and guided Robert towards a thick collection of trees. Robert looked around. There wasn't a soul in miles. He began hearing loud screams. Shaking, He asked

"You buddy, Where are we going?"

"the holding cell." said the man.

Robert followed the man into a strange hanger like area, the screams growing louder and louder. the man lifted the door open, inside of the hanger were several disgusting Human-Animal hybrids, crawling around on the ground in pain.

"oh GOD, what is this?!" asked Robert, "don't worry Robert, these aren't mutated people, these creatures were born this way, i cloned them myself." replied the man "don't you think that's a little...wrong?" said Robert, "of course it's wrong, but also farther than you've ever gotten."

Robert knew what the man was saying was true, and over the next few days they formed an uneasy Alliance. Robert and the Man, who asked to be called Gustav made astounding discoveries, their research rapidly increasing. "Robert, this is what we've been working towards!" Gustav screamed with passion, in his strong, Germanic accent, pulling a large sheet off of a cage with a flourish. In the shadows of the cell, not much could be seen, aside from two, glaring red eyes, and a violent wretching sound. Robert's face paled. He could clearly see the face of the... thing. It was his younger brother, Jason. Gustav had done an experiment on him.

At 1/27/10 01:47 PM, homor wrote:

At 1/27/10 01:45 PM, homor wrote: At 1/27/10 01:39 PM, HeroDan wrote:

oh fuck, i was afraid of this.

so which one are we gonna go with?

I have no idea. I guess the next person to post(after me) will decide that.

Robert had decided to step out of his house for a moment. The weather was extremely muggy and stepping out into the stiff air made it hard to breath at first. The damp air soon flooded into his lungs, as he wearily dragged his feet down the road. Realizing he forgot his smokes, the very reason why he went outside, he turned around and started to walk back into his house and retrieve them. only to see a man hidden in the shadows clad in a Fedora Hat and a Trench coat was stranding there, waiting for him. The man carried a breifcase and held his smokes in his hand, he had a smirk on his face.

"you really though you could us from us, didn't you Robbie?" said the shadowy figure.
Robert panicked, he had known the man for a while, but never thought hed come all the way just to get him. Quickly he tried to run back into his house only for the man to grab him on the pants and start to unbuckle his belt. Five minutes later, he was locked in his room and the door creaked as a man screamed.Robert was completely naked, and the man had been torturing him for over an hour. As Kanye West's butchering of Daft Punk's Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger began again for the hundredth or so time through the speakers (The man's ingenious torture device), Robert blissfully fell into a deep coma. When he came to, the shadowy figure was holding the greatest torture device the world has ever known.

The tickle me Elmo doll that he clutched in his hands brought upon a flash of pure terror into Robert's soul. Immediately, Robert's body unwillingly went into a shock, as the shadowy figure snickered at his convulsing body. As he lay on the rough dark blue carpet, Robert tried to remember the reason why the shadowy figure would torture him in this inhumane way. Suddenly, Robert remembered last Tuesday when he was at the grocery store. Don't buy any old Canadian booze.

As dread trickled into him just as the musty gin previously had, he had an idea! He darted at a rather large plank of wood sitting in the corner of the room. He knew what he had to do. As Robert reached the plank, he noticed that one end had a rather rusty looking nail sticking out of it. "Perfect", he said with a huge grin on his tear stricken face. He chuckled, "It reminds me of myself as a level 18 Newgrounder. Anyways...". Robert lunged forward with his weapon and struck his foe on the side of his face, spouting blood everywhere.
Then, all of the sudden, the blood spewing figure had turned into smoke as a voice came over an intercom installed in the room, "Now now Robby, you didn't think it would be that easy, did you? No. Were going to have fun Robby. Oh, yes. We will have fun because of what you did to me.", the figures' voice over the intercom faded away with his maddening laughter as Robby all of the sudden remembered what he had tried to suppress out of his memory all of his life, what he did to the shadowy figure.

[Flash Back]

The year is 1984, we see a vision of Robert as a young man at the peak of the human physical condition, a time when a man could offer him a cigerrete and his response would be "get those Cancer sticks out of my face, douchebag." indeed, Robert is the very essence of a hot blooded American male. He is about to go to a bar to met a friend, when suddenly a man in a large trenchcoat, bald, and with several scars on his face appears. He speaks:

"Tell me, Robbie, what are you going to do with your life?"

"Do I know you?" Robert growled.

"Oh no, you don't Robbie. But i'm sure we're going to become great friends. See, I know about your research. I too am interesting in fusing animals with the human form. However, my experiments are somewhat... More sinister than yours." The man chuckled, a malevolent grin growing over his face; he swept and arm out, and guided Robert towards a thick collection of trees. Robert looked around. There wasn't a soul in miles. He began hearing loud screams. Shaking, He asked

"You buddy, Where are we going?"

He didn't answer. Before he even knew it, Robert was in a puddle of blood, with the man on top of him, still grinning.

Wow.The first chapter and I'm already dead. Crap. Still, i like the story, its interesting. His reasons of evilness aren't explained though, i hope it appears in other chapters.

I don't LOVE poetry, its just that i don't like rhyming.

Its not a whole lot... But i guess since its the prologue its ok. Can i be in it?

Bump. Seriously need characters guys!