Daniel Imura
Enter snowman
The sky was filled with dust and ash. Flames licked the air, their greedy fingers reaching for anything flammable. People screamed. Corpses littered the ground. Among the chaos, a lone man clad in Sith armor strode forth from the flames, the heat meaning nothing to him. Clutched in his left hand was a lightsaber, ignited with a dark gray blade. As if it couldn't get worse, it turned toward Akon, his covered face staring at him. "Dead."
Akon woke with a start. Groggily, he looked around to gauge his surroundings. Then he had to look down. Three-hundred feet down. "Woah! Woah. Easy." He had fallen asleep on the edge of a skyscraper, his music full blast. However, now his battery was dead, and his ears rang. Shaking his head, he pulled out his earbuds, rolled them up, and stuffed them in his pocket. Behind him was a door that lead to the stairwell. Getting up, he opened it and began his descent back to ground level. "If there is a god, he sure as hell must hate me."
@[member="Zoey Marix"]
Akon woke with a start. Groggily, he looked around to gauge his surroundings. Then he had to look down. Three-hundred feet down. "Woah! Woah. Easy." He had fallen asleep on the edge of a skyscraper, his music full blast. However, now his battery was dead, and his ears rang. Shaking his head, he pulled out his earbuds, rolled them up, and stuffed them in his pocket. Behind him was a door that lead to the stairwell. Getting up, he opened it and began his descent back to ground level. "If there is a god, he sure as hell must hate me."
@[member="Zoey Marix"]