First story y’all! I truely hope you enjoy it.
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A dark shadow ammerges from the moonlight alley. The sound of popcorn ensues… Record scratch*
Yo Blitz the hell yo doing back there?!?! Making popcorn. Munch* We tellin a story here! Quit with the popcorn foo!
Back to the story*
A solitary figure runs across the street frantically hoping not to drop anything on the way. The smell of nausea fills the air as he walks by the KFC after Toonie Tusdays. He stops for a while waiting to rest. Pulling out a small potion labeled: Grendel The Really Old Manufacturing company. Pop’s the cork and drink’s it while running. The figure gags and falls over unconcious. Record Scratch*
Y’all are probably confused ’bout what’s going on. We’ll tell you that this man’s name is Seraph for now.
Returns to the story*
Seraph awoke several hours later finding that his potch of his throwing-stars is gone. Seraph started to spaz along the street as he reveled about the stolen stars. He headed toward the bar to do business. He walks into the bar and pull’s out a plastic baggy and heads for the corner near the pay phones. He pull’s out a bag full of mushroom caps.
Seraph: “Yo man I got the stuff, where are ya?”
A shadow comes out from the pay phone.
Gil:”Gil Scorpion present.”
Seraph hands the bag to Gil Scorpion and he pays Seraph.

Scratch* You may be wondering… is Seraph dealing drugs? Shrooms perhaps? Nuh-uh, he’s part of the quest delivery system for the physically weak so other’s don’t gotta do nothing. He get’s payed 5k for every quest before 2nd job. 20k for 2nd job quests and 300k for over third job ones. He’s a very skilled Fighter with the Serpant’s Tounghe in hand.
Rescratch*
Seraph get outta the bar and heads back to house on the other side of Kerning City, on the way he meets a bunch of weirdo archers EATING the mushrooms caps. He throws em a hotdog to fight over. One of them dies and the tombstone drops on the other’s and kills the other. IRONY UNSUES.. or whatever
He drops his bag full of stuff on his couch and jumps on the seat of his computer. You have new mail; the computer dings.
Seraph: Hmph, another order of diamonds. When will people learn to get em thereselves?
He jumps on his bed and quickly falls asleep, dreaming about smexy british accents and banging mushrooms on the head with his serpents tounghe. Good night!