I'm currently at about 15k~ (I'm so behind)
Here's my horrendously redundant prologue, if anyone wants to see the kind of weird things I write~
This story begins with a "Once upon a time".
It could actually begin with many things. "Years ago, in a galaxy far, far away"; "It was a dark and stormy night"; "Hi! My name is Blah-Blah-Blah, and I blah-blah -no-one-cares-but-let's-get-all-the-details-about-my-character-over-with-now, but since I, the epic main character of this pointless story, do not want to use any of these phrases, I’ll start with once upon a time because it implies some sort of overly used happy fairytale ending.
I have no idea whether anyone would listen to my story, since obviously no one cares about what the world is really supposed to be like. You see, a long time ago, there was this sickness. It took people down by the millions (At least that’s what I’m told) but never touched the animals or plants. People who survived hunted for their food, got along just fine, there were no guns or wars or crap like that. Wolves and horses and birds of prey slowly began to prosper, and they bonded with the people who were left to die. People hunted in packs alongside the wolves and horses and birds, and their numbers increased. These people were no longer humans.
What do you call someone, you ask, who’s been kicked out by his fellow kind, who’s been stepped on and left to die?
Stray. You call them Stray. They live on the edge and alone for the most part, unless they lived in a major clan or a small nomadic tribe. Everything was all fine and dandy until the people decided to be more human-ish again. They started to build things, massive unmovable buildings and useless things like cutlery and clocks became popular. Even the ways of warfare changed, bigger, better, more dangerous weapons were built, stemming off the invention of ‘black powder’. So yeah, now we have guns. Small handheld pistols mainly, but there are very few of them. Most of us prefer to use our swords, arrows, knives… and other weapons of choice. But there were no wars, no fights, until this one idiotic human had the audacity to screw it all up. But, you’ll have to actually read this to find out what I’m talking about. If my ramblings have somehow enticed you to read this, then mission accomplished. If not, put the book back on the shelf, and walk away. I wouldn’t blame you. But if you are intrigued, pay attention to my warnings. I put them there FOR A REASON.
But of course, before you read any further into this nonsense story, I must warn you. Yes, I see you edging away from this book and reaching to put it back on the shelf on which you got it from, which was most likely covered in dust as no one will probably bother to read past this paragraph.
I, the epic main character who you will come to know, love, and get annoyed with, am reasonably batshit insane. Consider yourself warned. My co-characters are as well, and if not, even more so. Be warned, the un-epic second prologue, (Don’t ask me why there’s two, blame the author, she’s more insane than I am) the story changes perspective! That’s right! The THIRD person! (Probably just to give you a break from my ramblings…)
Oh, before I forget, if you want to declare war on the author feel free to. She’s American. She only knows what she is shown on the T.V. You have been warned again. You are dealing with the insane story of a teenage American. May someone have mercy on your soul if you are brave enough to continue with this story.
I suppose I should stop wasting time and get on with the story, so here goes nothing.
Once upon a time, in some random forest in your time California…
I want one of those cool word count things can I have one?