Ready for my crap tastic story that will not get out of my head? Well, you're here and reading this so close enough. Fair warning, this is straight from my wonderfully flailed mind so whatever Word doesn't catch most likely will be present when I post these. Other then the fact that I don't own the wonderful amazingness that is Bryke and their creations I believe we are good to go.
The world is changing, my uncle told me.
He said, that it was time for my generation to take over and continue what he and his friends had started.
Protect what my grandparents built, he said.
Make friends, he said.
In short he lectures me a lot, but I know he's right.
I've been training all my life for this moment, but why oh why do I have to get there by boat!
I hate boats; they rock back and forth, back and forth…
Excuse me while I go toss my insides off the side of this hell that flouts.