ForgeBlade
Deep cover agent in S6
- Joined
- Oct 21, 2013
- Messages
- 2,518
- Reaction score
- 8,829
- Location
- North Sheffield. NOT South Barnsley.
Imagine you're the unpopular, nerdy kid at school. You spend your evenings playing videogames, or DnD at home in your parents' house. You've never been on a date, never been to a party. Then one day you get a text from the most popular bloke in your school inviting you to an end of term pissup at his folks' huge house. You excitedly go out and buy a new shirt and some decent jeans, spend some cash on some fancy aftershave, manage to buy some beers and make your way to the venue.
Things are going well. You've talked to a few people, even a few girls. One of them even hugged you!! Best day of your life!!
Then the host approaches you. Asks what the fuck you're doing here. Turns out he sent you the text by mistake. You're quickly booted out of the party onto the street. Sadly, you order a taxi home. You've spent all your spare money on this night, daring to dream that it might be the turning point in your life. Now you're slightly drunk, broke, and heading back to where, secretly, you knew all along you belonged.
Such is the last 3 years as a Blade
Things are going well. You've talked to a few people, even a few girls. One of them even hugged you!! Best day of your life!!
Then the host approaches you. Asks what the fuck you're doing here. Turns out he sent you the text by mistake. You're quickly booted out of the party onto the street. Sadly, you order a taxi home. You've spent all your spare money on this night, daring to dream that it might be the turning point in your life. Now you're slightly drunk, broke, and heading back to where, secretly, you knew all along you belonged.
Such is the last 3 years as a Blade
