Post by Six-Shot Samurai on Dec 2, 2009 9:46:41 GMT -5
Six-Shot was walking down the street. Admiring the night scenery. He hadn't had much sleep the last few days. He came to a park, there was no one there, but, there was a bench across the park. He walked to it and sat down. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do. It was a little after an hour, a strange firgure approached which turned into 20 then 100 then 1000. It's like the kept multiplying. They wouldn't stop, now it was up too 20,000. He unsheathed his sword, ready for anything, now he wished he wasn't alone.
