Oooh, nice.
Log Entry I
December 25th, 2033 V.S.; 0400 Hours
Location: Somewhere in the southern forests of the State-Power of Hades, five miles north of Pitie.
[Circa of Events, 22:43]
After putting approximately two rounds of bullets in that strange creature's head, a feat that went by quicker than anticipated, I began to climb down from the tree and warily keep my flashlight and pistol on the beast's head. In my few minutes of observation, I discovered that my assailant certainly wasn't human in a total sense, though
Henene, a piece from something I was writing for a site.
Sparx... I guess his would be trying to litterally fly. For years, much to Lauren's dismay, he's thought of himself as a figher pilot (hence the aviator goggle and scarf he wears)-- I'm sure one dive off of a cliff, pretending he's in an airplane, will do him in for that award.
Snagged that from another post.