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Now That's What I Call Music: Four Ghosts Soundtrack
A SNES and a Sega Genesis, docked onto a metal frame, sat patiently in the back of the van. Their wires splayed chaotically across any space that wasn’t occupied by an...
It's only important that my character has enough competence to be likable and/or justify their role in the story I'm trying to tell with them. Beyond that, their competence is purely subject to how I want them to be perceived in relation to the world around them.
Ruben Sancho (My 'Pokemon...
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Paranoia
Smoke plumed through the gaps in the wedged doors of the white transit van that sat on the roadside. The van was decorated with a mural to classic video game characters: Abe’s Oddessey, Ape Escape, Halo, Dunk Hunt...
For Ruben (My Pokemon Spear character) the theme was responsibility. His responsibility as public figure, his responsibility as the older brother to his siblings, his responsibility as an athlete, a pokemon trainer a boyfriend...his 'responsibility' as 'the rich friend'. That was always what...
Ruben Sancho
He Dared.
He dared to lose. It was a simple enough task and one that the bug eyed, blue rapscallion could surely handle. Chasing down the wool covered plebeians would be a mindless task for Lesca, but for the brat? A Zubat could see it. This was their chance to make their mark...
Ruben Sancho
Eight One Zero
Dawn broke through the curtains of a hotel in Wedgehurst; dishevelled bed sheets, a dark skinned frizzy haired girl donning an oversized ‘SANCHO’ shirt and an video game engrossed athlete being the scene it shined its light upon. At the head of the bed, the frizzy...
-Ruben Sancho Own It
The camera panned to Ruben Sancho. An innocently yawning little bounsweet was just about the only thing that softened the rapture of boos the boy’s image provoked. From the neck down, he was covered in the Wedgehurst colour. He had on the club tracksuit. On his head though...
-Ruben Sancho Remix to Admission
“...and for Tracey’s fish tank?”
“Yeah, I’m sorry, I’ll cover that too.” Ruben responded with a sigh. Despite the classy blazer and shirt, the styled hair and expensive shoes, the boy wore the face of a homeless man. He’d had his beard trimmed and even bought...
-Ruben Sancho The Twelth Man
The studio audience applauded, swooning and simpering as the camera panned over them. Their attention was directed to the stage, where Pia McGuire shook the room with a winning smile. Between her, Ruben Sancho and the talk show host it was the girl that seemed...
-Ruben Sancho Greener Grass
Two boys, no older than their early teens and both in Turffield Athletic shirts, kicked a ball around an expansive luxury garden. The short, mop headed friend ran past his spiky haired friend, making a point to not trample the flower patches as he neared the goal...