Chapter 1
Chunkypuff: Although most of my friends don't like RPGs, I decided to put them in anyway, aren't I nice? Just kidding.
Anyway, as most of you probably guessed, I'm only going to show their first names, for their safety and for mine. Ok let's roll!
John is an 11-year-old Filipino boy, he has dark hair, is a little short, mostly wears red and yellow shirts, khaki and windpants, his necklace, and wears a watch. He loves video games and going on the computer, and also writing, well typing fanfiction. He was sitting in his room playing some random RPG when Joe called. "Hello, John?" "Joe?" "Yeah, hi! Anyway, I needed to know what we have for homework tomorrow." "Umm, Joe, I can't tell you." John said as he sweatdropped. "Why not?" "Because you don't go to class with me, remember?" "Oh yeah, thanks anyway. Cya!" "Bye." He said as he sweatdropped again and resumed playing.
A few minutes later, just as the end scene was about to begin, the game shut off. "WHAT THE HECK! THAT'S NOT FAIR!" He yelled and threw his controller at his bed. After that, a swirling dark purple vortex appeared from the TV. "What the..." John said as the vortex was pulling him in. He hung on to his bed post, until he finally slipped, and plunged into darkness.
He awoke, feeling lighter, and his brain still not quite working right. "Ugh, where am I?" "It's about time you're awake."
said a familiar voice from a crude tent. "Brad? Brad is that you?" "Yup it's me." John went inside. There was a 11-year-old white male with short blonde hair who was about as tall as him, sitting on a wooden box sipping soup from a bowl with a spoon.
He had a pointy orange hat which resembled a hood, a brown cape, brown boots, and a gray shirt. He also had a bow and an arrow quiver, no doubt filled with arrows, and a dagger with a holder on his left side. He heard a growl and turned in the direction the sound was coming from. "That's my lynx." Brad said calmly, as if John had asked a question with his
expression. "His name is Marshmallow." "Why did you name a lynx Marshamllow?" "His fur is white, rare," He replied. "Cool!" "In this world, I guess I'm a nomad, and you're lucky I found you John, You were about to be attacked by two rabid dogs." "Wow, thanks!" "Anyway, what are you supposed to be?" He asked.
He looked at himself, and he saw he was wearing a green closed robe over his red shirt and khaki shorts, and in a holder on his right side, he saw a wooden wand with a rod in it. The rod had a blue gem embedded in the top, and the top was shaped like, and as big as, a billiard ball. He was also wearing mocassins with no socks, for lighter footing, he bet. "Well, by the looks of it, I think I must use some kind of magic." John answered. "Hmm, you can try it out on the way." He said as he finished the remains of his soup. Well, it's just about time to pack up and go into Garven." Brad said as he washed his bowl of soup and put it neatly in a sack. "Wheres Garven?" John asked. "It's some willage over in that direction, I saw a sign going there." He said pointing southwest.
Brad and John packed up and put the things on the back of Marshmallow. They decided to walk alongside Marshmallow instead of ride him, it would just slow them down because of the things he already had to carry. John tried using his staff, but in the process, burnt Brad's hair twice, shocked him, got them caught up in plants, made an invisible wall in their path,
Marshmallow bumped into it, and they had to pick up everything again, and he froze Brad once, and had to use his fire to thaw him.
When they got to town, Brad, battered and fatigued, collapsed, But not before he made one last comment: "You're dangerous with that thing," he said as he plopped down on the ground. John put him on Marshamllow and carried their stuff into town.
He then realized that he could set up camp and not have to pay for a room, so he went just past Garven's gates and set up camp. "What a weird day!" He thought as he lied down to sleep.
Chunkypuff: Well, do you like it? I hope you do and please review! Hey, that rhymed!