Post by lantz on May 18, 2009 4:18:53 GMT -5
A blinding pain forced the wayward warrior back to reality. He couldn’t say for sure how long he had been lying passed out for but as the pain subsided the warrior Pringles certainly recognised where he had come to.
The lunar snowfield, the place where the prinnies gathered to reincarnate and the place where he was never chosen.
As Pringles stood up he saw the night begin its fall and with the irregular darkness the red moon would come again. Pringles knew that now of all times there would be no way he would be chosen, it didn’t matter since now he had a purpose thanks to his friends.
The red moon’s light quickly began shining brightly bathing the field in an eerie glow and just as Pringles turned to leave a voice escaped from above.
“You…come with us…your time…now” The voice was the collective of reapers that would always come to take the prinnes away.
“Are you blind or just stupid!?! I’m not a prinny!” The red eyed warrior shouted violently.
No reply was attempted by the chorus of reapers; instead they attacked the warrior full force leaving the black haired fighter broken, bleeding and bruised.
Pringles rolled away from his attackers coughing up blood and holding his chest as he tried standing.
‘Not like this…I still have things to do’ The red eyed warrior thought struggling to his feet.
“I’m not a…I’m not a prinny YOU BASTARDS! Listen here and listen good I’m not just another prinny turned warrior…I’m not a vassal I’m a god damn HERO! More then a hero I’m a destiny hero, A SUPREME hero WITHOUT equal! I am PRINGER X!” As Pringles paused from lack of breath a great light erupted from him reaching into the sky blocking the red moon.
As the light intensified Pringles felt his body change and when it faded his wounds were healed and his outfit was a blue shroud covering a white chest plate of armour complete with shoes and gloves to match. In addition his headband had changed to match and he now wore a pouch beat much like that of a prinny’s on his waist.
Drawing a second sword from the pouch Pringer X grinned. “You just ordered a jar of whoopa**, I hope you doods can finish it.”
The reapers stopped in confusion only long enough to realize their mistake as Pringer X cut all five down in a matter of seconds.
Standing triumphantly Pringles laughed. “Who knew?” he asked no one as the blue clad warrior sat down to enjoy his victory.
The lunar snowfield, the place where the prinnies gathered to reincarnate and the place where he was never chosen.
As Pringles stood up he saw the night begin its fall and with the irregular darkness the red moon would come again. Pringles knew that now of all times there would be no way he would be chosen, it didn’t matter since now he had a purpose thanks to his friends.
The red moon’s light quickly began shining brightly bathing the field in an eerie glow and just as Pringles turned to leave a voice escaped from above.
“You…come with us…your time…now” The voice was the collective of reapers that would always come to take the prinnes away.
“Are you blind or just stupid!?! I’m not a prinny!” The red eyed warrior shouted violently.
No reply was attempted by the chorus of reapers; instead they attacked the warrior full force leaving the black haired fighter broken, bleeding and bruised.
Pringles rolled away from his attackers coughing up blood and holding his chest as he tried standing.
‘Not like this…I still have things to do’ The red eyed warrior thought struggling to his feet.
“I’m not a…I’m not a prinny YOU BASTARDS! Listen here and listen good I’m not just another prinny turned warrior…I’m not a vassal I’m a god damn HERO! More then a hero I’m a destiny hero, A SUPREME hero WITHOUT equal! I am PRINGER X!” As Pringles paused from lack of breath a great light erupted from him reaching into the sky blocking the red moon.
As the light intensified Pringles felt his body change and when it faded his wounds were healed and his outfit was a blue shroud covering a white chest plate of armour complete with shoes and gloves to match. In addition his headband had changed to match and he now wore a pouch beat much like that of a prinny’s on his waist.
Drawing a second sword from the pouch Pringer X grinned. “You just ordered a jar of whoopa**, I hope you doods can finish it.”
The reapers stopped in confusion only long enough to realize their mistake as Pringer X cut all five down in a matter of seconds.
Standing triumphantly Pringles laughed. “Who knew?” he asked no one as the blue clad warrior sat down to enjoy his victory.