Chance sat at the desk of his computer, and his friends had just beat some losers on CS:GO sixteen to nothing and;to be honest, he wasn't very surprised. He closed his laptop and pushed himself out of his chair, leaving an outline of where his butt had just been. Waving goodbye to his Dakimakura, he headed out into the woods behind his house.
"Maybe i'll head over to Jared's house." He said, but then he shook his head to himself, saying:"He's got homework, doesn't he?"
So he sat on his porch, watching the time pass. It was a cool summer day, and he didn't want it to go to waste.
After about an hour, the peaceful calm had gotten quite boring, and he longed for something fun to do. The LARP club wouldn't have a meeting for another week, and he was sick of Counter Strike.
Minecraft would've been fun, but he'd slain that damned dragon a million times and it just wasn't very interesting anymore. A couple minutes later he decided to head out into the woods behind his house to practice with the Compound Bow he'd gotten for his fifteenth birthday, five years ago. He'd gotten quite rusty and he wanted to be able to snipe like a pro.
Putting on his LARP gear -A backpack full of survival tools,Leather armour, light steel plates and;the highlight of his gear, two one handed katanas crafted by one of his old friends, the greatest damned blacksmith he ever knew. He'd made his armor, too; but it was nothing compared to the balance and beauty of those blades.
One of the blades was, infact, real. The other was a dulled one he used solely for LARPing.
The real one, marked by a Crimson ribbon around it's seathe,was nicknamed "Roukanken", after his waifu's own blade. He carried it for self defense.
He missed the old bastard.
They used to go out into the forest and train at that same clearing. One day, however; he just disappeared. No one had even seen him or heard of him since. The nature of it was so...strange.The forest was too small to get lost in, and they'd lived in the area for most of their lives.
Even if he did get lost, the rescue crews should've been able to-
He stopped himself. Thinking of his dead friend would only spoil his day, he thought to himself. I've got to get better, for him.
Satisfied with the way his armour fit, he grabbed his bow and quiver and hiked off into the woods to train, saddened, but not discouraged.
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