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Yay! Ska börja med FF :D
Har hitills bara skrivit prologen än, men det blev en bra början ^^
(och ja, jag kommer skriva på engelska. Delvis för att det känns bekvämare och delvis för att det låter bättre)
Prologue
- Da-... Dad. Put m-.. Put mom on the phone!
- Okay, mate. But you hear my words! You need to get a REAL job. You need to saddle down and get US some grandchildren! You may think so, but you are not forever young.
The sun was gazing upon the dusty, orange coloured badlands. It was a nice day. Way to nice for something good to happen. He was still holding the handset against his ear. No mom yet. He could barley hear anything at the other side of the phone. An other vehicle passed by on the road beside the phone both. That's when he realised he was alone. A middle-aged man without a women in his life or kids to love and care for. He could saddle down if he didn't love his job so much.
- Darling? Are you there, son?
- Oh! Hi mom. How are you doing Down under?
- Fine and dandy as always. And how's it going in the states? I've heard the weather is nice this time of year.
- It's nice. Job's going well. We've won nearly every battle against BLU this week. And w-.
- Son. I know your dad has already told you, but need to start thinking about getting a real job...
- Mom. I earn more money per day than you do in a week! My job is real, and I'm getting well paid too.
- You can't kill people for a living! You just can't. No matter the payment! Do you know how embarrassing it is to lie to your friend and tell them that you work as a mentor. You know how I feel about lying to people! I can't tell them what you actually do!
- I know. I know! Let me think of something. I'll make it up to you. Okay, mom?
The silence on the other side of the phone appeared again.
- Okay, Darling. Make me proud.
He hung up and went back to his saggy old van. He opened the door to the driver's seat, sat down and laid his face against the steering wheel. What would do about this? He wanted his mom to be proud about him. But he didn't want to quit his job. There were some much he hadn't accomplished yet. Like shooting that blue Scout right between his bloody eyes. If he could only grab him, he would teach that little yelp a lesson or two... Wait! That was it! "Teach a lesson or two"! It was the perfect plan. After all, his mom did tell her friends that he worked as a mentor. In all haste he started the vehicle, and with the gas pedal to the floor, he headed straight to the base. He had some advertisement to do.
He said to him self:
- Sniper, you are a bloody genius!
Har hitills bara skrivit prologen än, men det blev en bra början ^^
(och ja, jag kommer skriva på engelska. Delvis för att det känns bekvämare och delvis för att det låter bättre)
- Da-... Dad. Put m-.. Put mom on the phone!
- Okay, mate. But you hear my words! You need to get a REAL job. You need to saddle down and get US some grandchildren! You may think so, but you are not forever young.
- Darling? Are you there, son?
- Oh! Hi mom. How are you doing Down under?
- Fine and dandy as always. And how's it going in the states? I've heard the weather is nice this time of year.
- It's nice. Job's going well. We've won nearly every battle against BLU this week. And w-.
- Son. I know your dad has already told you, but need to start thinking about getting a real job...
- Mom. I earn more money per day than you do in a week! My job is real, and I'm getting well paid too.
- You can't kill people for a living! You just can't. No matter the payment! Do you know how embarrassing it is to lie to your friend and tell them that you work as a mentor. You know how I feel about lying to people! I can't tell them what you actually do!
- I know. I know! Let me think of something. I'll make it up to you. Okay, mom?
The silence on the other side of the phone appeared again.
- Okay, Darling. Make me proud.
He hung up and went back to his saggy old van. He opened the door to the driver's seat, sat down and laid his face against the steering wheel. What would do about this? He wanted his mom to be proud about him. But he didn't want to quit his job. There were some much he hadn't accomplished yet. Like shooting that blue Scout right between his bloody eyes. If he could only grab him, he would teach that little yelp a lesson or two... Wait! That was it! "Teach a lesson or two"! It was the perfect plan. After all, his mom did tell her friends that he worked as a mentor. In all haste he started the vehicle, and with the gas pedal to the floor, he headed straight to the base. He had some advertisement to do.
He said to him self:
- Sniper, you are a bloody genius!
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