The Equip. of a Survivor.
Disclai. Screw it, I refuse to write saying I don't own Final Fantasy 7 or any of the Characters, so if someone from Square reads my story, and doesn't get it by now, and sues my 15 year old ass, then go ahead, but I warn you, I have jack-squat! SO THERE!!!)
(I would like to point out that I did say That I don't own FF7 or the characters in the previous statement, so plz don't sue me, I was just kidding.*puts proverbial tail between legs and sulks away*)
On with the story.
Month X, Day X, Year X (Day 4)
Dear Journal, When I woke up I was in extreme pain, I groped around to find my supplies, and I found some, but there wazunt much left. (Excuse me if I write a little sloppy, the pain is still pretty bad). My supplies were scattered from the large fall, but I got what I could, I found my watch (it turns out I woke up at around 11:20 a.m., and I am writng this at about 3:00 p.m.) And I found some ammunition, I also found my tent, but it was tattered beyond any help, so I used the wood to make a splint for my leg. I also found a broken potion in the salvage effort. Before I drank what was left, I did the technique that Shinra taught us to check our so-called "Hit- Points" (or HP in fighters' terms). I normally score about a "76" in top condition, but today I scored a measly "8" (if your HP reaches "0" they say you will die of exhaustion instantly if you go into combat, and are barley alive to function outside of combat, so talking and walking are capable, but that's about it)! After I drank what was left of the potion (and picking out all the glass), I checked my HP again, I know have "19", so my leg is still busted, plus I feel a tremendous amount of pain still, but I am in better condition. I also found some rations, that'll keep me alive for a couple of days. The problem is I move slow because of my leg, and if I was to get attacked, I would not be able to run away, and I can't take a hit form one of these fearsome beasts! So I will just have to move as fast as I can without being detected. oh God. I just realized my chances of escaping this hell are slim to none!... CRAP!!! I got to stop writing, I need to travel while it's light out. oh yeah, and I don't have to worry about freezing during the night, the tattered fabric from the Tent I used to fashion crude blankets. wish me luck! I will write to you tomorrow.
So how do you like it? Now it's about to get good. stay tuned, unfortunately, I might not be able to write for a couple of days, but I'll try to devote every extra waking minute to this Story (so I can finish it and start back up my comedy).
You all should Review this story and then put me on your Favorite Authors list, PLEASE! *sob*
Disclai. Screw it, I refuse to write saying I don't own Final Fantasy 7 or any of the Characters, so if someone from Square reads my story, and doesn't get it by now, and sues my 15 year old ass, then go ahead, but I warn you, I have jack-squat! SO THERE!!!)
(I would like to point out that I did say That I don't own FF7 or the characters in the previous statement, so plz don't sue me, I was just kidding.*puts proverbial tail between legs and sulks away*)
On with the story.
Month X, Day X, Year X (Day 4)
Dear Journal, When I woke up I was in extreme pain, I groped around to find my supplies, and I found some, but there wazunt much left. (Excuse me if I write a little sloppy, the pain is still pretty bad). My supplies were scattered from the large fall, but I got what I could, I found my watch (it turns out I woke up at around 11:20 a.m., and I am writng this at about 3:00 p.m.) And I found some ammunition, I also found my tent, but it was tattered beyond any help, so I used the wood to make a splint for my leg. I also found a broken potion in the salvage effort. Before I drank what was left, I did the technique that Shinra taught us to check our so-called "Hit- Points" (or HP in fighters' terms). I normally score about a "76" in top condition, but today I scored a measly "8" (if your HP reaches "0" they say you will die of exhaustion instantly if you go into combat, and are barley alive to function outside of combat, so talking and walking are capable, but that's about it)! After I drank what was left of the potion (and picking out all the glass), I checked my HP again, I know have "19", so my leg is still busted, plus I feel a tremendous amount of pain still, but I am in better condition. I also found some rations, that'll keep me alive for a couple of days. The problem is I move slow because of my leg, and if I was to get attacked, I would not be able to run away, and I can't take a hit form one of these fearsome beasts! So I will just have to move as fast as I can without being detected. oh God. I just realized my chances of escaping this hell are slim to none!... CRAP!!! I got to stop writing, I need to travel while it's light out. oh yeah, and I don't have to worry about freezing during the night, the tattered fabric from the Tent I used to fashion crude blankets. wish me luck! I will write to you tomorrow.
So how do you like it? Now it's about to get good. stay tuned, unfortunately, I might not be able to write for a couple of days, but I'll try to devote every extra waking minute to this Story (so I can finish it and start back up my comedy).
You all should Review this story and then put me on your Favorite Authors list, PLEASE! *sob*