Really? Well there you go.
And here's part 1. I can't go further simply because I need you, Boom, to tell me what you were think and doing about the event that transpired after $ickle possesed me the first time.
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THE $ICKLE INCIDENT
STORY LINE
Part 1 – First Encounter
It starts like any other normal day. Nice warm weather, topped with a cool breeze, and barely a single cloud within the sky. Two friends, Boom$ickle and Hell Scyth casually have a talk about random events going around back at the EGA (Egameaddiction) City. Of course, they are fully unaware that something was awaiting for them to let down their guard, even if only for a split second.
Hell Scyth, being a Slayer, was discussing with Boom$ickle about him training to be a Slayer as well. Of course, it difficult to be so, as he was already trained to be a Dark Knight, living up to the ways shown by the greatest of Dark Knights, Oswald.
Boom$ickle mentioned how he was trained to be the best by another man named $ickle. The very man who showed him how to use the Beldriver; a weapon not too different from a sword, but with a powerful, almost crystal shaped tip glowing with dark magic’s. It was at that very moment that something weird began to happen.
Hell Scyth seemed to loose himself. His eyes narrowing till they were but hollow looking balls in his head. Boom$ickle immediately sensed there was something amiss, but before he could find out, Hell Scyth began to speak of things that he shouldn’t have known. Things only Boom knew of, and the one who trained him. $ickle.
“It’s hast been a long time, dost thou agree?”
“What the... No… It can’t be!”
“Art thou finding it hard to believe? Yet I am right here, canst thou not see it!”
“$ickle?! What have you done to Scyth! Tell me! You’ve possessed him… How? You’re dead! I killed you myself by driving my Beldriver through you!”
“Ha! Pathetic. There is still much thou needs to learn!”
“How are you controlling him! HOW!
“Why not ask him thine self? I’m sure he has plenty of answers.”
At that moment, the dark aura to shrouded Scyth dissipated. He fell to the ground, coughing for water. Boom grabbed some for him, allowing him to drain a full bottle.
“I couldn’t… hold him off. I felt it, but couldn’t do anything about it.”
“Hell, he mentioned that you knew something. What aren’t you telling me?”
Bewildered, Scyth explained what he knew. He spoke of how $ickle was the man who’d haded the Scythe down to him millions of years ago, back when the Slayer’s were more abundant. Boom figured that when $ickle had passed the weapon down, he must have left a piece of his spirit inside, then used that to posses Scyth. But it could not be done. The Scythe was a far more formidable weapon, which just couldn’t be used for such.
They both knew that something terrible was going to happen. And they were going to find out. Hell Scyth departed quickly, leaving Boom$ickle with his thoughts of what had occurred. And of what might be about to happen.
Part 2 – The Legend of the Five Weapons
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