It's a ghost's world, what can you do?
Once upon a time there was a magical meadow full of cute little animals and defective nuclear weapons. Thing is, they blew it up with a working nuke in, like, the 80's or something. Well anyway, on the planet of space shit, a timid little man stood up. This story is about that man. However, it is now over cuz said little man just got hit with asteroid and now that planet is gone. Well anyway, one day a bunch of Terran Marines were standing around in space, bitching about this and that, and shooting at passing space crap, including the arms of the timid man. So anyway, one of 'em is all like
Marine 1: Okay, I have Psychicky powers and stuff, so what if we go up to the commander, start bitching about stuff and then get me a psychic corps. 'o' psychic people, and call them the "ass-wipes!"
Marine 2: Fuckin' oath!
Marine 1: Damn right!
Marine 3: That's the dumbest idea every. Let's go with it!
Marine 4: You guys are retards.
Marine 2: Fuckin' oath!
Marine 5: Suck it, Adam.
Marine 4: seriously.
Marine 5: The idea isn't to bad, but work on the name.
Marine 3: How about "ghost"?
All: Sounds good.
Fire bat: What the hell are you guys doing?
Marine 1: Who are you?
Fire bat: My name is (Explodes)
All: SON OF A BITCH!
Protoss dude: SUCK IT, HUMANS!
Marine 4: Aw crap.
That was chapter 1. Note: I was insane when I wrote this.
R&R.