- TNP Nation
- Merconitonitopia
Merconitonitopia: Um hi
Riptide: hai
Riptide: Do you like my fan fic?
Riptide: I pm'd to you
Merconitonitopia: wait just a sec~
Riptide: hold on
Riptide: "Has it really been this long already?" Orange asked himself as he stared at the calendar. It was an old thing, scrounged out from the dumpster of the noblemen in the wealthy neighborhood years ago, from before the incident. The dates were already crossed out, but Orange didn't care. He liked the pictures of the world that it shows above each month. The beaches of the Bahamas, the mountains of Sweden, the deserts of Africa, and the forests of Canada. "They all seem so peaceful," Orange thought. "Why did it come down to this?" Orange wasn't able to focus on anything for long periods of time, as today was the day he turned 15. The age necessary to take part in the Games.
Two weeks later was the dreaded event, the Choosing Ceremony. Here, everyone above the age of 14 and under the age of 30 will have their name entered into the database and randomly drawn. After 16 participants are chosen, they will be put in the Arena to fight for their lives. "Please, God. Just this once, let me have good luck in my life." Orange thought. Suddenly, he remembered how much he had lost to these games. His father was chosen to participate, and he was brutally murdered by the President's grandson, Phross. "Hah, president. Yeah right," Orange thought to himself."There's no democracy here. The president is a dictator who cares only for himself. He forces even his own grandson to partake in the games year after year." He looked in the dirty, cracked mirror that hung over his bed. He saw a teenage boy. Short, but strong. Brown hair caked with dirt. Blue eyes and a small nose. He looked at the picture next to the mirror, and he nearly cried. His mother and father were in front of the Eiffel Tower on vacation, before Orange was even born, before the nation was even like this. He had his dad's hair and size, but it was his mother where the resemblance really took place. They had the same sharp eyes, the same small nose. Even the same chin.
Riptide: There you go
Merconitonitopia: Oh
Merconitonitopia: Yeah fuck democracy
Riptide: How do you like it?
Riptide: xD
Riptide: how do you like it?
Merconitonitopia: Mayestic
Riptide: Wooooo!
Merconitonitopia: Phross xD
Riptide: Btw I'm supposed to be off the computer right now, so don't be hurt if I leave unexpectedly
Riptide: XD
Riptide: aaaand that's my cue.
Riptide: Gotta go merc.
Riptide: Cya
Merconitonitopia: Bye
Riptide is now Offline.
Riptide is currently offline, they will receive your message the next time they log in.
Merconitonitopia: WAIT I GET IT NOW
Merconitonitopia: BECAUSE PHROSS IS THE DICTATOR OF OC AND DOESN'T LET THE USERS GET THEIR SAY
Merconitonitopia: AHA HA HA HA HA
(OC is a website controlled mostly by Phross, however he wasn't the one that created it.)
Riptide: hai
Riptide: Do you like my fan fic?
Riptide: I pm'd to you
Merconitonitopia: wait just a sec~
Riptide: hold on
Riptide: "Has it really been this long already?" Orange asked himself as he stared at the calendar. It was an old thing, scrounged out from the dumpster of the noblemen in the wealthy neighborhood years ago, from before the incident. The dates were already crossed out, but Orange didn't care. He liked the pictures of the world that it shows above each month. The beaches of the Bahamas, the mountains of Sweden, the deserts of Africa, and the forests of Canada. "They all seem so peaceful," Orange thought. "Why did it come down to this?" Orange wasn't able to focus on anything for long periods of time, as today was the day he turned 15. The age necessary to take part in the Games.
Two weeks later was the dreaded event, the Choosing Ceremony. Here, everyone above the age of 14 and under the age of 30 will have their name entered into the database and randomly drawn. After 16 participants are chosen, they will be put in the Arena to fight for their lives. "Please, God. Just this once, let me have good luck in my life." Orange thought. Suddenly, he remembered how much he had lost to these games. His father was chosen to participate, and he was brutally murdered by the President's grandson, Phross. "Hah, president. Yeah right," Orange thought to himself."There's no democracy here. The president is a dictator who cares only for himself. He forces even his own grandson to partake in the games year after year." He looked in the dirty, cracked mirror that hung over his bed. He saw a teenage boy. Short, but strong. Brown hair caked with dirt. Blue eyes and a small nose. He looked at the picture next to the mirror, and he nearly cried. His mother and father were in front of the Eiffel Tower on vacation, before Orange was even born, before the nation was even like this. He had his dad's hair and size, but it was his mother where the resemblance really took place. They had the same sharp eyes, the same small nose. Even the same chin.
Riptide: There you go
Merconitonitopia: Oh
Merconitonitopia: Yeah fuck democracy
Riptide: How do you like it?
Riptide: xD
Riptide: how do you like it?
Merconitonitopia: Mayestic
Riptide: Wooooo!
Merconitonitopia: Phross xD
Riptide: Btw I'm supposed to be off the computer right now, so don't be hurt if I leave unexpectedly
Riptide: XD
Riptide: aaaand that's my cue.
Riptide: Gotta go merc.
Riptide: Cya
Merconitonitopia: Bye
Riptide is now Offline.
Riptide is currently offline, they will receive your message the next time they log in.
Merconitonitopia: WAIT I GET IT NOW
Merconitonitopia: BECAUSE PHROSS IS THE DICTATOR OF OC AND DOESN'T LET THE USERS GET THEIR SAY
Merconitonitopia: AHA HA HA HA HA
(OC is a website controlled mostly by Phross, however he wasn't the one that created it.)
That is a good one.
