250 word drabble on Christopher's take on Everworld. Part two of four.
It was very hard limiting Christopher to 250 words. The boy seriously blabs. Never ruddy shuts up.
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~Shifting Through the Worlds~
I don't know why I was dragged along on this road trip from hell. Comic relief, I guess. Maybe I was the wild card. I was the old boyfriend, the cast-off. Picked up as a potential and then discarded. Whatever the reason, I'm in Everworld. I'm still here.
That's me. Always in the wrong place at the wrong time. Story of my life. I couldn't be much more messed up if I tried. I'm an eighteen year old alcoholic stuck in an alternate universe with a bunch of gods, Vikings, Aztecs, fairies, leprechauns, you name it, it's here. The buffet of weirdness. Insanity abounds. Hell, insanity is *expected*. Must be why I fit right in.
This place. it grows on you, man. Seriously. It was kind of related to Senna. Seemed like the more I hated her the more I started to like this place. Because. nothing, I mean *nothing* is outside the realm of possibility. In the Old World, what was waiting for me there? I'd watch the old me fade away even more surely than I'd faded away into this world. At least here I had a shot.
I don't think the four of us will stick together much longer. David's the Grecian commander, Jalil's practically the elves and dwarves messiah, and April's slowly being transformed into a 'Lady'. One of Merlin's knight buddies has already proposed. Me? The Vikings, man. Beer, babes, and some warfare on the side. They're my crew. I think. I think I'm home.
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Not exactly what I had intended, but oh well. Review please!
It was very hard limiting Christopher to 250 words. The boy seriously blabs. Never ruddy shuts up.
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~Shifting Through the Worlds~
I don't know why I was dragged along on this road trip from hell. Comic relief, I guess. Maybe I was the wild card. I was the old boyfriend, the cast-off. Picked up as a potential and then discarded. Whatever the reason, I'm in Everworld. I'm still here.
That's me. Always in the wrong place at the wrong time. Story of my life. I couldn't be much more messed up if I tried. I'm an eighteen year old alcoholic stuck in an alternate universe with a bunch of gods, Vikings, Aztecs, fairies, leprechauns, you name it, it's here. The buffet of weirdness. Insanity abounds. Hell, insanity is *expected*. Must be why I fit right in.
This place. it grows on you, man. Seriously. It was kind of related to Senna. Seemed like the more I hated her the more I started to like this place. Because. nothing, I mean *nothing* is outside the realm of possibility. In the Old World, what was waiting for me there? I'd watch the old me fade away even more surely than I'd faded away into this world. At least here I had a shot.
I don't think the four of us will stick together much longer. David's the Grecian commander, Jalil's practically the elves and dwarves messiah, and April's slowly being transformed into a 'Lady'. One of Merlin's knight buddies has already proposed. Me? The Vikings, man. Beer, babes, and some warfare on the side. They're my crew. I think. I think I'm home.
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Not exactly what I had intended, but oh well. Review please!
