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A screwed up day in HavenThe screwed up dayA screwed up day in Haven by SinisterGothic
Ahem...just a few quick notes before we begin.(Takes out scroll) These are the rules to reading this story...(Clears throat.) I insist you must make fun of Errol and the rest of the baddies, laugh your asses off at retardedly lame things I wrote down for the good guys. Also, no shooting, no kicking, no picking OR flicking... (Goes on forever) Do I make myself clear? (I'm retarded, dun mind me)
It was a crazy hectic day in Haven City. Two drag racing zoomers crashed and blew up about a dozen other zoomers, Baron Praxis was drunk again running up and down the streets in his underwear, and Errol was being nice to people, and the guards were doing good deeds. (Hmm... they must be on drugs.) Torn finally got so tired staying up all day and night reading maps, he fell asleep in his chair,(Betcha didn't know he drools talks and snores in his sleep.)Yep, it was one of those never to be seen ag
Torn for the Underground - 2Chapter TwoTorn for the Underground - 2 by amerime
The Hip Hog Heaven was dead quiet. At the bar a lone, red-haired, skinny man was seated.
Torn was guzzling his seventh drink, not yet drunk but not quite sober. It was his grand plan to drown himself in liquor and wash away all the guilt and sanity he had.
Jinx was asleep in one of the booths, dozing softly. Hed decided he would rather follow Torn than Ashelin; if hed chosen different, the yelling would have driven him insane. Even Torn had to agree with that because he knew Ashelins temperBaron Praxis would hear it from her.
Torn, however didnt want to scream or talk, or sort things out. He wanted to fight; and not just a punch here, a kick there. His fingers itched to pull the trigger of his rifle, to blow a hole though the Barons thick skull. He wanted, more than anything, to kill Praxisnice and slowas payment for the lives hed wasted. For the blood he had shed.
Torn wanted to stab him in the heart and twist the blade
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