Prolouge
A long time il y a in the boundaries of Antartica grew a small cerise Blossom tree. It was the only sight of green in this borring old waste land of snow and death. A young girl named Joyce had protected this cerise Blossom with her life and it was a sorce of energy for her. If this plant were to die, surely her life would surely end as well. Life went by, until a man in a white manteau had captured the young penguinette. The cerise Blossom arbre had started to wilt over the years of her absence, until it was ready to die off. The young girl started to grow plus sickly, and weaker. She never had wanted this to happen. It was very close to her death.
Sitting par the arbre was a dead corpse. Dried blood had dyed the blossom arbre red where the soil was. How would this happen? Blood started to drip from the haut, retour au début of the plants and down onto the carkus. This was abnormal. What was happening to it. Though it was wilted, it would never die. But screams were a dit to be heard around it nightly. Screams of terror and pleading to be saved from the sin of some kind of doing.
And so the true adventure begins. Have mercy on the souls.
A long time il y a in the boundaries of Antartica grew a small cerise Blossom tree. It was the only sight of green in this borring old waste land of snow and death. A young girl named Joyce had protected this cerise Blossom with her life and it was a sorce of energy for her. If this plant were to die, surely her life would surely end as well. Life went by, until a man in a white manteau had captured the young penguinette. The cerise Blossom arbre had started to wilt over the years of her absence, until it was ready to die off. The young girl started to grow plus sickly, and weaker. She never had wanted this to happen. It was very close to her death.
Sitting par the arbre was a dead corpse. Dried blood had dyed the blossom arbre red where the soil was. How would this happen? Blood started to drip from the haut, retour au début of the plants and down onto the carkus. This was abnormal. What was happening to it. Though it was wilted, it would never die. But screams were a dit to be heard around it nightly. Screams of terror and pleading to be saved from the sin of some kind of doing.
And so the true adventure begins. Have mercy on the souls.
it was a cold dark night. kowalski was out for a walk in the park. he felt like something was watching him. he turned around again to see a frying pan hit him in the face.
then he was dragged away par a black bird. he woke up to see a huge portal device. it was glowing blue like the night sky. he looks over to his left as he feels something déplacer suivant to him.
he gasps as he sees Kasey tied up suivant to him. then he feels his head get lifted up par something. the black bird that had dragged him off earlier was staring at him with purple eyes.
the bird forcefully opened his beak and poured the blue liquid down his throat. kowalski's eyes turned light green but then turned blue again. he fainted after that...
then he was dragged away par a black bird. he woke up to see a huge portal device. it was glowing blue like the night sky. he looks over to his left as he feels something déplacer suivant to him.
he gasps as he sees Kasey tied up suivant to him. then he feels his head get lifted up par something. the black bird that had dragged him off earlier was staring at him with purple eyes.
the bird forcefully opened his beak and poured the blue liquid down his throat. kowalski's eyes turned light green but then turned blue again. he fainted after that...