[align=center]]"When i wanted to create a special Keyblade wielder...i failed miserably, the failure changed my life forever. I became the experiment, i always thought that my damned experiments would get me back. I always did dangerous things, but this just ended the streak. So as my own creation, i must do what i wanted it to do, protect Dustysun village...yay. :dodgy:"

 

End of [sTORY 1-0]

 

Current Story-[1-0][/align]

Sounds interesting enough to pay attention to.

New story time.

[sTORY 1-1]

 

"Well, you would expect some 30 or 40 year old, your wrong. W-r-a-um..2 other letters, wrong, i mainly specify in Science so i ended up being a Famous scientist, hey, if a 10 year old invented the Karate glove, i can make a perfect creature. Hoo boy was i wrong. No my hairs grown, i wield some keyblade called Twilight Blaze, and for some idiotic reason, my stupid temper gets the best of me, and i faint afterwards. I always end up in a different spot nearby strangely, im surprised no one attempted to steal my wallet. So now that i got this power, i gotta test it. Woopdee damn doo. Oh, and don't go on about that Emo crap. I hate peopel who call me Emo.

 

 

The young Keyblade wielder took out his Keyblade and looked at a crudely built Target made out of sticks and boxes. He quickly charged at the Target and landed an easy Air combo.

 

"Heh. Not a half bad power this here Keyblade gave me. Maybe i added too many steroids in the mix, eh. Least i got good strength."

 

The Keyblade wielder exited the building into a Street with broken cracks that look like a tree's roots, ironicly, their were roots coming out of the cracks, no wonder the city dosen't enforce cars.

 

The Wielder went across a Street crossing to bump into a person with purple hair and 3 Spikes coming out of it.

 

"Watch it bub, i got somewhere to be." the mystery man said.

 

"Watch it yourself. Dangerous part of the city ya know." the wielder said.

 

"Haha, i can handle myself." the man, showing a whip made out of steel chains.

 

The 2 crossed path's and continued on with their lives."

 

End of [sTORY 1-1]

 

Hmm~ That person with purple hair knows something~

Story 1-2(Yay)

 

"Around the time i gained my powers, the city was Drenched in Violence. Here and their was a girl being Robbed. And Blood splattered the Alleys. The Police force had ran away. So you can call this place a living Hellhole. I met that weirdo again.

 

Walking Down an alley, i saw the man with the 3 spiked Purple Hair. He had some guy in a black Coat in his hand, he was talking.

"Tell Saix i have no wantings in the damn Org. I may be nothing but at least i accept it!"

He hit the man against the wall and left. I approached the man in Black.

 

"Are you ok?" The man grabbed my hand and got up.

 

"Thank you. Your Helpful attitude is appreciated." I stared at his coat. "Who was he?"

The man stared at me. "That was Sephe. He uses a Steel whip. He got killed by a gangster."

 

"K-killed?! How is he still Alive?! Is he a ghost?!"

 

"Well...a sort of ghost."

 

I heard an explosion nearby and when i looked back at the man, he was gone. I went to check out the Explosion.

 

End of 1-2.

W00t

 

[story 1-3]

 

"When i got to the area of the explosion, i saw that a giant white orb had landed in the middle of the road, i was looking at it, cautious, hearing the questioned sounds of nearby civillians.

 

"Move it, Bitch."

 

A local gangster pushed me aside, i decided to let him investigate the question-brewing orb.

 

"Sir, it could be deadly", i said.

 

He took out an Uzi and poked it twice, suddenly the projectile broke and out came weird white creatures, their first target was the gunslinging Gangster.

 

"What the hell are those?!"

I took out Twilight Blaze and swiped it at the weird creatures. In the fight, an enemy got on my back, and suddenly it splattered off, a spike hanging on my shouldet, Sephe was behind me.

 

"Who the bloody hell are you? My stalker?" he said.

 

"No, i'm a...well..."

 

"Save it! We got to deal with these Dusks first."

 

[story 1-3] END

Not bad. I like the little British parts.