SubZero61992
November 17th, 2004, 06:50 PM
Here is my first new chapter.....please tell me if it goes.
Chapter 1
It was a simple mistake anyone could have made.
" I baylave I well mack one mo' challenge!" he said swaying from side to side. The men all laughed out loud and some pointed and called him wasted. In his mind a voice was saying, " I challenge you!".
" Aight then!" Genjo drunkenly called. He took a cup of rum and counted to three, then he swung the cup to his lips and its contents splattered on gamblers who had been playing silently in a corner of the bar. The men were dressed in weather stained black robes, and slipped through their belts were short thug like swords. Most of them had a scowl on their face and when the rum ruined their cards they growled.
" Aye, sorry uglys of no where!" Genjo said. His eye lids were almost shut and he had a rather lost look on his face. In his brown hair was some sprinkled of rum.
Rum was even down the front of his cloak. His sword lay forgotten on his belt in its sheath.
All of the man stood and hung their heads looking at Genjo.
" Cut his tongue off!" they scowled at him. Each of them took out their swords and walked towards Genjo.
" No offense was intended!" Genjo shuddered. Everyone in the bar began to chant the word fight.
Genjo's drunk mind did what they said, and he drew his razor sharp, two handed sword.
He swung it around violently and by mistake struck the bar owners daughter.
Her shoulder gushed blood and she screamed as she fell on the floor in agony.
" You wasted bastard!" everyone shouted. Genjo shook his head and chuckled thinking this was a joke or a dream.
" Beat him!" shouted someone in the crowd. Genjo suddenly realized the seriousness.
He sheathed his sword and fought off the rums effect.
He bent down to aid the young girl he had slashed but dozens of hands grabbed him.
Feeling shamed he let them beat him all the way behind the bar where they got clubs and tried to kill him.
After a pattern of clubbings his right arm and leg was broken. When he coughed vomit made of blood poured from him and his many cuts pumped blood.
" He'll die soon, take him out to the forest and leave him for the wild." someone called. They dragged him by his broken arm into the forest that stood behind the bar and left him to be eaten.
Chapter 1
It was a simple mistake anyone could have made.
" I baylave I well mack one mo' challenge!" he said swaying from side to side. The men all laughed out loud and some pointed and called him wasted. In his mind a voice was saying, " I challenge you!".
" Aight then!" Genjo drunkenly called. He took a cup of rum and counted to three, then he swung the cup to his lips and its contents splattered on gamblers who had been playing silently in a corner of the bar. The men were dressed in weather stained black robes, and slipped through their belts were short thug like swords. Most of them had a scowl on their face and when the rum ruined their cards they growled.
" Aye, sorry uglys of no where!" Genjo said. His eye lids were almost shut and he had a rather lost look on his face. In his brown hair was some sprinkled of rum.
Rum was even down the front of his cloak. His sword lay forgotten on his belt in its sheath.
All of the man stood and hung their heads looking at Genjo.
" Cut his tongue off!" they scowled at him. Each of them took out their swords and walked towards Genjo.
" No offense was intended!" Genjo shuddered. Everyone in the bar began to chant the word fight.
Genjo's drunk mind did what they said, and he drew his razor sharp, two handed sword.
He swung it around violently and by mistake struck the bar owners daughter.
Her shoulder gushed blood and she screamed as she fell on the floor in agony.
" You wasted bastard!" everyone shouted. Genjo shook his head and chuckled thinking this was a joke or a dream.
" Beat him!" shouted someone in the crowd. Genjo suddenly realized the seriousness.
He sheathed his sword and fought off the rums effect.
He bent down to aid the young girl he had slashed but dozens of hands grabbed him.
Feeling shamed he let them beat him all the way behind the bar where they got clubs and tried to kill him.
After a pattern of clubbings his right arm and leg was broken. When he coughed vomit made of blood poured from him and his many cuts pumped blood.
" He'll die soon, take him out to the forest and leave him for the wild." someone called. They dragged him by his broken arm into the forest that stood behind the bar and left him to be eaten.