Hey motherfuckers! I just felt like posting this cause I all up and wanted to! Here's the motherfuckin' story. Please no flames but constuctive critism is welcome. This is my first story on here so please read and review!
*Maro walks out of his house and heads into GCS to see how all the traitors are going about their lives* (He calls everyone traitors because of his tortured past but we will learn more about that later) *He grumbles to himself* I hate how they all look so fucking happy about their horribly cheery lives. Ever since Turbo was defeated they've been like this... It makes me sick!
Same here brother... *a figure hidden in the shadows of an alley replied* It makes me sick to see people all up and happy like that.
Who are you? *Maro looks at the two yellow eyes shining in the shadow. The only indication of someone being there* Seriously, and how did you get here? Your not TURBO are you?
Turbo? I dont know any Turbos. I'm Gamzee. Gamzee Makara. Who are you? * The two yellow eyes focus on Maro intently* Im new here so I haven't gotten around much...
Uhhhhh... My name is Maro. Maro Cyver... Do you happen to be from that new Homestuck/Hivebent game?
Uhhhhhh...Yeah. We just got plugged in. Hey, you wanna come over later and get your wicked zone on? *The two eyes are still watching Maro but they look a little less sinister* I'm glad to meet a brother that shares a same dislike so soon.
Uhhh Yeah. Anyway, I'll see about getting to your place. I've got a lot of things to get done today so I might if I have the time alright?
Sounds good brother. Till then. *Gamzee moves out of the shadow, revealing black and grey polka dotted pants and a black shirt with a capricorn sign on it, and walks off towards the new game*