What can I say about myself. I'm goth. That's pretty much it... so I'll let you read a small portion of my story I've been working on for the last month.
Chapter 1
Sonic pulled the shotgun out from under the pile of rubbish where Amy's dead body laid. A sycon began to slither up behind Sonic hissing with a cold death note in its voice.
"Your friend is gone and it's your turn now!" It hissed lunging at Sonic. Sonic turned around and pointed the gon at the creatue as...
If you want to keep that and most of the credit (meaning the cycon is leagually mine) you can...