“At last! It’s mine! I hold the power!” I lifted the object high into the air and cackled gleefully. With the crash of thunder, jagged bolts of lightning split the stormy night sky, palely outlining myself and the other cloaked figures in the darkness.
Wait. Stop. That’s not right. You think I’m some kind of psychopath villain now, don’t you? Ha. HA. Well, let me tell you something, miss or mister, you have no context of the situation. Let me explain. No, actually, don’t. I’m not going to ruin the story. How about this, you go get a cup of tea (or nasty coffee) or something and then come back and I’ll tell you the whole story, starting from the beginning, not the middle. Sound good? Excellent.
Alright, first off, I, Neko of the Elembia’s Eternal City, am not a criminal. Quite the opposite, actually. I mean, I’m no mod, but I’m definitely a loyal citizen of Eternal City. I was even interviewed once on the LMBENN and they don’t interview criminals, now do they? So, before you get any crazy ideas about that first paragraph, let me tell you the whole story, starting from the beginning. I’m a normal Eternal citizen, originally from the old Galleries, but that’s another story altogether. I make a living as a writer and part-time artist, and I once temporarily worked at the Sweets Cafe. I like hang out with my group of friends at Finding Friendships and other places, like Writer’s Chat and Welcome to Brickbook. I’m a fan of Ninjago so I spend a lot of time in the Ninjago district of the city, same for Disney and Castle. Oh yeah, and I have a cat who, like a pirate’s parrot, always sits on my shoulder. His name is Frost and he’s probably my best non-human friend. He can talk too, by the way, supposedly he’s descended of an ancient clan of warrior cats, or so he claims. Currently, I was preparing for an important…mission, you could say. We, actually.
I'm glad I decided to snoop around the forums! This is amazing! I hope to see more soon!
The door opened, revealing Eli. He looked a lot like Porter Robinson, with very dark hair and pale skin. The fact that he looked like one of his favorite song artists was uncanny. Appearance aside, he and I were old friends, one might say, having both come to Eternal City as refugees after our home, the Old Galleries, was attacked and destroyed by the Dark Mods.
i approve of the notion the eli looks like porter robinson
“At last! It’s mine! I hold the power!” I lifted the object high into the air and cackled gleefully. With the crash of thunder, jagged bolts of lightning split the stormy night sky, palely outlining myself and the other cloaked figures in the darkness.
Wait. Stop. That’s not right. You think I’m some kind of psychopath villain now, don’t you? Ha. HA. Well, let me tell you something, miss or mister, you have no context of the situation. Let me explain. No, actually, don’t. I’m not going to ruin the story. How about this, you go get a cup of tea (or nasty coffee) or something and then come back and I’ll tell you the whole story, starting from the beginning, not the middle. Sound good? Excellent.
Alright, first off, I, Neko of the Elembia’s Eternal City, am not a criminal. Quite the opposite, actually. I mean, I’m no mod, but I’m definitely a loyal citizen of Eternal City. I was even interviewed once on the LMBENN and they don’t interview criminals, now do they? So, before you get any crazy ideas about that first paragraph, let me tell you the whole story, starting from the beginning. I’m a normal Eternal citizen, originally from the old Galleries, but that’s another story altogether. I make a living as a writer and part-time artist, and I once temporarily worked at the Sweets Cafe. I like hang out with my group of friends at Finding Friendships and other places, like Writer’s Chat and Welcome to Brickbook. I’m a fan of Ninjago so I spend a lot of time in the Ninjago district of the city, same for Disney and Castle. Oh yeah, and I have a cat who, like a pirate’s parrot, always sits on my shoulder. His name is Frost and he’s probably my best non-human friend. He can talk too, by the way, supposedly he’s descended of an ancient clan of warrior cats, or so he claims. Currently, I was preparing for an important…mission, you could say. We, actually.
Oooh, very nice opening! I'm looking forward to this!! *settles down with popcorn*
“Everything’s ready.” I told him with a triumphant smirk. “We’re ready to roll.” “Are you sure? Absolutely positive?” He asked. We’d been preparing for this for a while now. “Yep, I’ve double checked, and triple checked.” I assured, then gestured to our bikes. “Let’s go!” “Right!” He nodded as we hopped on our hover-bikes. We took the quickest route to our destination, cutting straight through the city at the painfully slow speed limit (slow in my opinion, at least). Soon, after passing the small Pirates district and the much larger Harry Potter district, we came to beginning of our destination. The beautiful, elegant Mod Tower Gardens wrapped around the Mod Tower, spreading out in a circle, easily three acres large. Guards were stationed everywhere. Not that people weren’t allowed to visit the gardens, but the guards were there to make sure people didn’t get to the Tower. Too bad for them. Eli and I parked outside the gardens in the nearest parking lot and then went over the plan again. “...so after we meet back up again in the top room, you’ll enter the code,” Eli said. “Yep, then you’ll stand guard to watch for you-know-who, while I grab the you-know-what which shall-not-be-named.” I finished with a nod. “Sounds good to me.” “Same, let’s go.” He replied and darted away into the gardens. I silently bid him good luck and then ducked into the hedge around most of the gardens as a guard neared. Admittedly, I’m not fond of taking a faceful of leaves and twigs but I had little other choice. Carefully, quietly, I climbed through the hedge to the other side, on the inside of the gardens. The part I was in was filled with a grove of thick, bushy trees, tall bushes and large, wide bushes cut into shapes. There were paths on either sides and the part of garden was triangular and led up to the tower.
Gotcha. I wonder when Mock and his sister's will be back.
Today. >:3
You know, not many stories--on the LMBE or published ones--often give me that special, fuzzy-excited feeling that comes with only really special books.
This is one of those that does give me that feeling.
“At last! It’s mine! I hold the power!” I lifted the object high into the air and cackled gleefully. With the crash of thunder, jagged bolts of lightning split the stormy night sky, palely outlining myself and the other cloaked figures in the darkness.
Wait. Stop. That’s not right. You think I’m some kind of psychopath villain now, don’t you? Ha. HA. Well, let me tell you something, miss or mister, you have no context of the situation. Let me explain. No, actually, don’t. I’m not going to ruin the story. How about this, you go get a cup of tea (or nasty coffee) or something and then come back and I’ll tell you the whole story, starting from the beginning, not the middle. Sound good? Excellent.
Alright, first off, I, Neko of the Elembia’s Eternal City, am not a criminal. Quite the opposite, actually. I mean, I’m no mod, but I’m definitely a loyal citizen of Eternal City. I was even interviewed once on the LMBENN and they don’t interview criminals, now do they? So, before you get any crazy ideas about that first paragraph, let me tell you the whole story, starting from the beginning. I’m a normal Eternal citizen, originally from the old Galleries, but that’s another story altogether. I make a living as a writer and part-time artist, and I once temporarily worked at the Sweets Cafe. I like hang out with my group of friends at Finding Friendships and other places, like Writer’s Chat and Welcome to Brickbook. I’m a fan of Ninjago so I spend a lot of time in the Ninjago district of the city, same for Disney and Castle. Oh yeah, and I have a cat who, like a pirate’s parrot, always sits on my shoulder. His name is Frost and he’s probably my best non-human friend. He can talk too, by the way, supposedly he’s descended of an ancient clan of warrior cats, or so he claims. Currently, I was preparing for an important…mission, you could say. We, actually.
I'm glad I decided to snoop around the forums! This is amazing! I hope to see more soon!
Oh yes, snooping is fun. Thank you! I'm so glad you like it!
The door opened, revealing Eli. He looked a lot like Porter Robinson, with very dark hair and pale skin. The fact that he looked like one of his favorite song artists was uncanny. Appearance aside, he and I were old friends, one might say, having both come to Eternal City as refugees after our home, the Old Galleries, was attacked and destroyed by the Dark Mods.
i approve of the notion the eli looks like porter robinson
“At last! It’s mine! I hold the power!” I lifted the object high into the air and cackled gleefully. With the crash of thunder, jagged bolts of lightning split the stormy night sky, palely outlining myself and the other cloaked figures in the darkness.
Wait. Stop. That’s not right. You think I’m some kind of psychopath villain now, don’t you? Ha. HA. Well, let me tell you something, miss or mister, you have no context of the situation. Let me explain. No, actually, don’t. I’m not going to ruin the story. How about this, you go get a cup of tea (or nasty coffee) or something and then come back and I’ll tell you the whole story, starting from the beginning, not the middle. Sound good? Excellent.
Alright, first off, I, Neko of the Elembia’s Eternal City, am not a criminal. Quite the opposite, actually. I mean, I’m no mod, but I’m definitely a loyal citizen of Eternal City. I was even interviewed once on the LMBENN and they don’t interview criminals, now do they? So, before you get any crazy ideas about that first paragraph, let me tell you the whole story, starting from the beginning. I’m a normal Eternal citizen, originally from the old Galleries, but that’s another story altogether. I make a living as a writer and part-time artist, and I once temporarily worked at the Sweets Cafe. I like hang out with my group of friends at Finding Friendships and other places, like Writer’s Chat and Welcome to Brickbook. I’m a fan of Ninjago so I spend a lot of time in the Ninjago district of the city, same for Disney and Castle. Oh yeah, and I have a cat who, like a pirate’s parrot, always sits on my shoulder. His name is Frost and he’s probably my best non-human friend. He can talk too, by the way, supposedly he’s descended of an ancient clan of warrior cats, or so he claims. Currently, I was preparing for an important…mission, you could say. We, actually.
Oooh, very nice opening! I'm looking forward to this!! *settles down with popcorn*
This is amazing! I hope to see more soon! 
![[derp]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/YqNTPqyQUocVMYXZgUAI.png)
![[uni]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/mPKcREJAtrpeAXSOgaOH.png)
