Chapter 1. Saturday night's alright for fighting/Get a little action in

[thebestseller]

"It was a dark and stormy night".

No- that's far too cliché.

"It was a glorious and crisp fall afternoon..." We're getting closer. Ah. How about "It was a glorious and crisp fall afternoon when I was suddenly born naked from a cocoon and knowing next to nothing about myself, and I have a brother named Genius"? Now THAT's a hell of a beginning for a story, wouldn't you agree? Especially considering that all of us have the same beginning here.

Hello to Edensphere. You can call me Derrick. I'm ready to begin writing my own new life story here, and I would be happy to hear yours.

Comments

[sixthsinner.livejournal.com]

Try a cold and snowy afternoon, guy, but that's an interesting way of looking at things. If we're all in a story, when's the happy ending?

[bloody-pens.livejournal.com]

Mmm, yes, it became QUITE cold and snowy once I left that nifty place with all the cocoons conveniently gathered in one place.

Happy endings happen when they want to, I suppose.

[sixthsinner.livejournal.com]

I hear that happens in the winter. Never experienced it myself that I can remember--of course, what I can remember isn't a lot.

Really? not sure I believe in them.

By the way, the name's Chapel.

[bloody-pens.livejournal.com]

I kinda wish they'd start us off with something warmer to wear, though. Ah well; met a nice lady named Bastet who runs the clothing stall earlier.

Nice to meetcha, Chapel.