T3h-Sparksta

The pain in my arm was enough to keep me awake, and the fact that I was now sweating wasn’t helping. I felt unusually uncomfortable, the dim moonlight on one side, and the unnaturally bright hospital fluorescents in the hall on the other. It was a living hell at night, all because of my nervousness. I sat up and decided to think a little more. Claff was seeming sleeping intently, while we did math when once again the bell rang. Janette and I gathered our things and crept out silently, as to not disturb the horrible beast that lie within our teacher. The hallway was not so crowded. Trudging down the long hall, the principal seemed i

Here I was again, by myself, wondering about what happened. A gunshot, me being in the paper, it was somewhat obvious, but still unclear. I could have gotten shot and ended up saving someone…but who? And where? And why? I once again tried to remember anything else that had happened…. The bus came to a complete stop. We all arrived at school, ready to face the days ahead of us, is we wanted to or not. The four of us left the bus. The sun was higher up, spreading its rays in all directions, illuminating the dark landscape with a flurry of hues that bounced off vividly. It was like a light show at nature’s best. Maybe it would

I woke up. The bright lights of the ceiling bounced off my weak eyes. Coming to, I felt dizzy; my senses felt muffled. What happened? Where was I? What happened to me? Thoughts and confusion wildly danced around in my head. My body felt feather weak, and for the first few moments, I needed time to recuperate. The first thing to return to me was my eyes. Looking around wearily, I saw my body covered in sheets, wrapped tight and nice in a blanket. The whole place was unnoticeable. The walls were daintily painted with a soft citrus, shelves of equipment lined along it. I looked to my left, and saw an IV Bag attached to me. …. I’m

~~~Name:Ryan "KirbyFighter" ~~Aliases:KF, Master Mallet ~~Species:Kirbie/Batamon Hybrid, Elemental Heir, Tribe Successor ~~Looks:A Paleish Blue Kirbie Donning an odd missewn Re dheadband, as the ends are wider than the middle. Wears blue shoes with white tips. Has a hammer attached to the back of him by a mysterious means. ~~Family:The Grape Dojo Family be legal means, having Sui as his quardian and teacher and his sisters being Seyo, Siyo, and Suno. His origin was a mystery as he was abandoned at birth. ~~Personality:All around "Different" Perepctive Guy. Can be bright at RARE certain times, and is snackhappy. Only thing KF is smart at

~~~Name:Sparkie ~~Aliases:Called Sparksta by His Gang, Sparkton by Misc. Knowers of Spark ~~Species:Kirbie, Elemental Heir (Thunder) ~~Looks:A general laid out look. Red cap, Sunglasses that are never worn, Striped Shoes. Generally has a natural charm; attracts unwanted attenion, if you ask him. ~~Family:Legally an Orphan, taken in by the Remlon Gang, was accpted due to his unusual qualities to run fast. Later got a job and now works For Sol's Food Delivery Service. ~~Personality:Laid back, carefree, adventurous. Known to be Spazzy on certain panic occasions. Otherwise, he plays by his own instincts and goes about things differently.

He looked onward at the Star in bitterness. It held home to the many he hated. He was weakened, but unbeknownst to the Star Magi, had enough power to escape quietly, because the power was not complete...A missing warrior or two had gone awry...Regardless, he was able to escape into the darkest void of space, in which only a slight glimmer of a star could be seen. Only doing what he thought he was amde for. Was he a reject? Did he displease the force with bad manevers? What went wrong? As he was banished from the land, these very thoughts ran through his head. Why did all happen? He thought for eons of it. THe more he though of it, the more

Vast, swirling darkness... The universe in which Popstar resides in is a rather odd one. The cosmos littered around contain much power in them, and Popstar itself is a source of energy. It's aura and spirit is strong, much like...a warrior. Perhaps, more than one.... This is its story. .:Formation and Destruction:. Eons ago, when the universe was still young, it had much power within it. This power was the force that created the universe, and is dubbed "The Great Power." It is not a being, but a manifestation of what we belive those on the now Parallel Universe is called "The Big Bang." Where it came from, we may never know, but it still