With even less words and length is the second chapter of A Generous Bounty.
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By the way, I would like to thank Prioris for that wonderful review of hers (especially with such outstanding vocabulary!). In response to her, yes, it is a very sparse short. It's not meant to be deep, and is only a sidestory off from my actualy Metroid Retribution series. I'm most likely going to type a chap a day, which may cost me half an hour each to do, including possible distractions. So yes, it will be very sparse. Nevertheless, I thank you deeply for that review.
You're female, right?
Chapter II
"Thank you for visiting the New Angelicus Electronics Supply Store. Want To Win Some Rewards?" Scowling, Sam crumpled the receipt the girl had handed to him and stuffed it inside his bag. His hopes and dreams trashed, he trampled through the classy revolving doors forming the exit to the building.
Samuel pulled his front hair back, and sighed as he released it. It was lately becoming a habit of his to do so, most likely from his stress of becoming overwhelmed at the amount of work he had to do for Eastside Military Private Academy. The classes at Eastside were tremendously dynamic, ranging from vigorous endurance training with Commander Grims to strict and dangerous accuracy tests with Coach Gary. Thankfully, the instructors gave the week prior to Christmas off, and Sam was finally able to renew his necessary supplies.
Still cantankerous from not given the girl's contact information, Samuel walked away from the supply store and back onto the streets of the twelve-square mile land of New Angelicus. He surveyed the scene, silently laughing at the city's lack of proper transport – they still used fossil fuel-based, high-emission vehicles – and cursed himself for attending the school that resides on this dreadful planet.
He professionally jaywalked across the busy road and grinned when a driver swore against his family name after narrowly avoiding said driver's vehicle. He diligently gave the proper response to such an insult: a crude gesture consisting of the arising of the middle appendage his hand bore, all while concluding his act of illegally running across the active lanes.
Sam happily jostled his way past several customers to the inside of the Angelican Metropolitan Café, or more commonly referred to as "Starcredits."
Exactly what I mean by sparse.