Scruffie
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Affectionatly dubbed by the Writers as FF3, and by you lot, 'Oh no not again'.
It is 10 years after the last one, although my first post is only 5, do please skip 10.
I only want about 6 writers for this. The list is as follows.
Hinoki (Vegetto)
Scruffie
Engar
Arthos Returns
Cucumber (if you want to return)
WHich leaves one slot. Any budding writers out there who are looks for fun are free to join as long as they PM ME FIRST .
RULES
Simple stuff:-
-No posting unless you are a writer (no spamming at all)
-Please don't flame us, we do it for fun, and for whoever's readings amusement.
-All other Forums rules apply
If some nice Mod would like to Sticky this, I would be delighted.
Any writers on the list that don't want to be there please contact me, and anyone who had business to finish off in FF2, do so in the FF2 thread.
Onward, to FF3!
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5 Years after the Grey Buu disaster, we find Saiyan lying on his four poster bed.
Saiyan swings his feet round and sits on the edge of the bed. He sighs and casts a longing glance out of the window. It was pouring.
The planet he was on, New Earth, had a strange weather cycle. It usually displayed the feelings of the planets Guardian, Porunga. On the days he was happy, or excited, the sky was clear and the sun was shining, but other days, like today, he was obviously depressed.
Saiyan let out an annoyed grunt as he walked over to the window and leaned his elbows on it's ledge. His wild black hair drooped slightly in front of his eyes, and he swept it away.
Rainy days were always a major bore on New Earth. Training was impossible in the mud, and Porunga said he should just take rainy days as a rest day. He hated rest days.
Jin, Porungas assistant, had gotten lost , and Porunga was in search of him. Saiyan was bored more than worried, because although Jin and Porunga were like Fathers to him, they could most definetly take care of themselves.
As Saiyan looked at the dark sky, lightning hit a nearby mountain top, and thunder crashed through the palace. Saiyan stood up bolt straight.
Porunga had been depressed lately, some takl of evil floated through the air, but only enough for heavy rain. Not lightning. SOmething bad was going down.
The equivalent of a telepathic scream shot through the many valleys of New Earth, making Saiyan stumble slightly. That was the last straw.
"Porunga?! Jin?!" Saiyan backpeddled and grabbed a small capsule off his dresser. He flew out the window full force, creating a gaping hole which soon repaired itself. "I'm coming!"
Amidst the rain, Saiyan burst teh capsule, and as the smoke cleared he was wearing Saiyan armour, which white boots and a white chestplate with black skintight, durable material underneath, It was torn at the arms.
Siayan shot towards a nearby mountain range, where there appeared to be a large chunk out of a mountain. Beneath it, was a large pile of rocks and boulders.
"No!" SHouted Saiyan as he paused above the scene.
He flew down and start to pul away rock after rock, until he eventually spot a limp Namekian Arm.
It took a few minutes to uncover Porunga, and when he did, he found that he was breathing, although only slightly. Saiyan had tears streaming down his face as he held his master in his arms.
"No..." He whispered to himself.
He turned round as he felt Jins presence beneath the rocks, although only barely.
Saiyan leapt at the pile and tore away at the boulders, only to find that bu the time he reached Jin, he was dead.
Dead.
Saiyan wept, holding his once time good friend and masters limp body in his hands. Saiyans eyes flickered, and he ****ed his head back violently and screamed.
Saiyans hair stood on end and his eyes changed colour. He had become a Super Saiyan.
It is 10 years after the last one, although my first post is only 5, do please skip 10.
I only want about 6 writers for this. The list is as follows.
Hinoki (Vegetto)
Scruffie
Engar
Arthos Returns
Cucumber (if you want to return)
WHich leaves one slot. Any budding writers out there who are looks for fun are free to join as long as they PM ME FIRST .
RULES
Simple stuff:-
-No posting unless you are a writer (no spamming at all)
-Please don't flame us, we do it for fun, and for whoever's readings amusement.
-All other Forums rules apply
If some nice Mod would like to Sticky this, I would be delighted.
Any writers on the list that don't want to be there please contact me, and anyone who had business to finish off in FF2, do so in the FF2 thread.
Onward, to FF3!
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5 Years after the Grey Buu disaster, we find Saiyan lying on his four poster bed.
Saiyan swings his feet round and sits on the edge of the bed. He sighs and casts a longing glance out of the window. It was pouring.
The planet he was on, New Earth, had a strange weather cycle. It usually displayed the feelings of the planets Guardian, Porunga. On the days he was happy, or excited, the sky was clear and the sun was shining, but other days, like today, he was obviously depressed.
Saiyan let out an annoyed grunt as he walked over to the window and leaned his elbows on it's ledge. His wild black hair drooped slightly in front of his eyes, and he swept it away.
Rainy days were always a major bore on New Earth. Training was impossible in the mud, and Porunga said he should just take rainy days as a rest day. He hated rest days.
Jin, Porungas assistant, had gotten lost , and Porunga was in search of him. Saiyan was bored more than worried, because although Jin and Porunga were like Fathers to him, they could most definetly take care of themselves.
As Saiyan looked at the dark sky, lightning hit a nearby mountain top, and thunder crashed through the palace. Saiyan stood up bolt straight.
Porunga had been depressed lately, some takl of evil floated through the air, but only enough for heavy rain. Not lightning. SOmething bad was going down.
The equivalent of a telepathic scream shot through the many valleys of New Earth, making Saiyan stumble slightly. That was the last straw.
"Porunga?! Jin?!" Saiyan backpeddled and grabbed a small capsule off his dresser. He flew out the window full force, creating a gaping hole which soon repaired itself. "I'm coming!"
Amidst the rain, Saiyan burst teh capsule, and as the smoke cleared he was wearing Saiyan armour, which white boots and a white chestplate with black skintight, durable material underneath, It was torn at the arms.
Siayan shot towards a nearby mountain range, where there appeared to be a large chunk out of a mountain. Beneath it, was a large pile of rocks and boulders.
"No!" SHouted Saiyan as he paused above the scene.
He flew down and start to pul away rock after rock, until he eventually spot a limp Namekian Arm.
It took a few minutes to uncover Porunga, and when he did, he found that he was breathing, although only slightly. Saiyan had tears streaming down his face as he held his master in his arms.
"No..." He whispered to himself.
He turned round as he felt Jins presence beneath the rocks, although only barely.
Saiyan leapt at the pile and tore away at the boulders, only to find that bu the time he reached Jin, he was dead.
Dead.
Saiyan wept, holding his once time good friend and masters limp body in his hands. Saiyans eyes flickered, and he ****ed his head back violently and screamed.
Saiyans hair stood on end and his eyes changed colour. He had become a Super Saiyan.