"....The heck am I?" murmured a brown raccoon in a closed up area with a small bed. He walked up
to the locked steel door with a little square shaped hole blocked off with iron bars as a window.
"Hello?" He zei again, waiting for a response. He looked at his hands. His gloves were orange.
"That's odd," he zei to himself, "This is probably just a dream. A really realistic dream."
He lied down in his bed and after about a half hour, started to sleep.
What felt like only seconden later but what was actually hours, he saw two bulls with badges standing in front of him.
"Hey. You. Wake up. Recreation time. C'mon," the bulls said, pushing him. He was still in the closed off room.
"Where am I?" He said, confused. "Who are you?"
"You are in prison," the bulls said.
"WHAT?! Why?!" The raccoon shouted.
"You attempted to murder Sonic the Hedgehog, now get up, Damon!" They put handcuffs on the raccoon named Damon and opened the locked steel door.
They led him to a room with other roguish looking animals in oranje gloves playing basketball.
"You've got a half-hour, now hurry up!"
The bulls walked out and locked the door.
Damon sat out of the game and tried to remember attempting to kill Sonic the Hedgehog. He got quick afbeeldingen in his head of bright flashing red lights,screaming faces, and a blue hedgehog running from the lights.
"I think... I remember now!" Damon yelled aloud. A number of prisoners stopped and stared at him.
"Do any of u have anything sharp?" He asked.
"I do!" zei a man with a beard. He handed a mes from out of his pocket to Damon.
"Thanks," zei Damon. "Now would any of u like to volunteer to get a small cut? It would really help!"
Three prisoners stepped up to Damon and bared there arm. These prisoners look slightly less violent and rough than the others. Damon took the borrowed mes and barely cut their arms. He picked up a small bottle out of his pocket and got a drop of blood from each of them in the bottle. He then cut himself and put his own blood in the bottle.
"Thanks," he said, and pulled gauze out of his pocket and wrapped their cut areas in the gauze. The prisoners walked away. He stirred the bloods in the bottle together until it looked like a deep color of scarlet. He took a marker out of his pocket and started to draw a pentagram around his body.
"Hey, what are u doing?!" A prisoner shouted. meer heads of prisoners turned to him. They ran to him, but it was too late. He placed the bottle in the middle of the pentagram and started murmuring strange sounds under his breath. The bottle started glowing and shaking. Finally, the deep scarlet turned into a deep green. He picked up the bottle and started drinking.
to the locked steel door with a little square shaped hole blocked off with iron bars as a window.
"Hello?" He zei again, waiting for a response. He looked at his hands. His gloves were orange.
"That's odd," he zei to himself, "This is probably just a dream. A really realistic dream."
He lied down in his bed and after about a half hour, started to sleep.
What felt like only seconden later but what was actually hours, he saw two bulls with badges standing in front of him.
"Hey. You. Wake up. Recreation time. C'mon," the bulls said, pushing him. He was still in the closed off room.
"Where am I?" He said, confused. "Who are you?"
"You are in prison," the bulls said.
"WHAT?! Why?!" The raccoon shouted.
"You attempted to murder Sonic the Hedgehog, now get up, Damon!" They put handcuffs on the raccoon named Damon and opened the locked steel door.
They led him to a room with other roguish looking animals in oranje gloves playing basketball.
"You've got a half-hour, now hurry up!"
The bulls walked out and locked the door.
Damon sat out of the game and tried to remember attempting to kill Sonic the Hedgehog. He got quick afbeeldingen in his head of bright flashing red lights,screaming faces, and a blue hedgehog running from the lights.
"I think... I remember now!" Damon yelled aloud. A number of prisoners stopped and stared at him.
"Do any of u have anything sharp?" He asked.
"I do!" zei a man with a beard. He handed a mes from out of his pocket to Damon.
"Thanks," zei Damon. "Now would any of u like to volunteer to get a small cut? It would really help!"
Three prisoners stepped up to Damon and bared there arm. These prisoners look slightly less violent and rough than the others. Damon took the borrowed mes and barely cut their arms. He picked up a small bottle out of his pocket and got a drop of blood from each of them in the bottle. He then cut himself and put his own blood in the bottle.
"Thanks," he said, and pulled gauze out of his pocket and wrapped their cut areas in the gauze. The prisoners walked away. He stirred the bloods in the bottle together until it looked like a deep color of scarlet. He took a marker out of his pocket and started to draw a pentagram around his body.
"Hey, what are u doing?!" A prisoner shouted. meer heads of prisoners turned to him. They ran to him, but it was too late. He placed the bottle in the middle of the pentagram and started murmuring strange sounds under his breath. The bottle started glowing and shaking. Finally, the deep scarlet turned into a deep green. He picked up the bottle and started drinking.
On September 3, Cynthia woke up seeing the beautiful dag outside when she walked out the door.
"Im gonna love this school year!!!" she told herself as she walked to school.
5 minuten later of walking to school, Cynthia met up with her boyfriend Mars.
"Mars, are u ok? u look pale." Cynthia admitted putting her hand on Mars' forehead.
It was warm.
Mars shook his head and walked off, Cynthia almost cried watching him walk away.
Rouge the Bat had acme along and met up with Cynthia.
"Hows the dag gone?" Rouge asked in her sassy tone.
Cynthia shook her head and ran to the restroom to cry.
8 minuten later after crying, Cynthia headed to class, math.
"This is going to be a hrrible year." Cynthia answered herself.
"Im gonna love this school year!!!" she told herself as she walked to school.
5 minuten later of walking to school, Cynthia met up with her boyfriend Mars.
"Mars, are u ok? u look pale." Cynthia admitted putting her hand on Mars' forehead.
It was warm.
Mars shook his head and walked off, Cynthia almost cried watching him walk away.
Rouge the Bat had acme along and met up with Cynthia.
"Hows the dag gone?" Rouge asked in her sassy tone.
Cynthia shook her head and ran to the restroom to cry.
8 minuten later after crying, Cynthia headed to class, math.
"This is going to be a hrrible year." Cynthia answered herself.
I'd like to come out and say it. I respect the members here. But the main group which includes my subject of interest, Tak is quite the puzzling equation. I mean if its true that these rules, The rules that make non content spewing people, basicly useless as a fan of what they like, are agreed door the majority. I shall apologize deeply and rest my case, cutting the loss. Now let me be clear. This man zei too me in argument, " people grew up". Now if im not mistaken, freedom is not a child's plaything. Freedom to have fun with your fandom, is an all age experience. Of course u have to make a living. But does anyone ever get punched for haveing fun of simply posting whats on your mind, no? Want to to know why? Because look at the big corporations. Twitter!, Facebook, Youtube. Do not let old fanpop die. Remember back when people had fun and not business. u could call it a simpler time...I call it a better time. Now, I may here your results.
Gender: Female
Species: Bat
Personality: Despite Tech's high IQ, she is extremely bashful and often makes mistakes (but are never to do with electronics, meer about talking in conversations etc.) and will usually respond to making mistakes with rubbing the back of her head and saying "Oops". Her bashfulness and childishness is one of her main character traits, the other being she is very cheerful most of the time. Some would say her personality is basically Tails' personality except strangely meer bashful and childish.
Other info: IQ of 298, extremely in love with Sonic the Hedgehog.