It been a week and I still have been thinking about the club. Should I make it? Or should I just go to the damn pub. Maybe get drunk, if I really want to. No, JK. In my previous life as a star athleate I signed a contract to not drink, and it just became a part of my principles to not drink. Sure, time to time I broke it when I couldn't resist. Maybe I should make it, I could get rich!! As I was walking, I heard a noise coming from the next room. It was like a wave, and I couldn't help but be drawn to it, so I walked in and what I saw raised an eyebrow. It was a glowing orb and apparently when it saw me, it started floating towards me. I did not know what was going on so I just stood waiting to see what would happen, it seemed as if my body just absorbed it right up, and when it did, it glowed. Interesting... maybe it is power food.
ANYWAYS!!!
I decided, to go on a adventure, make a name for myself, get tougher, if my family does not talk to me... I shall make them talk to me, by impressing them hard as hell!!!
But, what the hell am I going to do, should I just go in the woods, kill a highlevel demon terrorizing the country and be a hero?
(author) Looks around to see if anyone will stop him from doing his stupid plan, but there is no one....
(Zion) Then that's just what I will do!
I shall be king!!!
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FantasyMike born in a rich family loved to bully people below his status, he looked good, was good, is good! But not the good you know. Good= smart, hot, athletic, popular, player, expert in fighting! He has everything! SO what happens if someone decided t...
