Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2006 15:40:34 GMT -5
Basically, this follows the storyline from my webcomic. Sonicmark can be easily tricked, let's face it, he's rather stupid at times.
so He's tricked by this new enemy, Nega and is flung 10 years into the future, I'm posting a little taster on TLC to see how it goes.
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The last thing Sonicmark could remember, was the world spinning around him. It made him feel very sick, almost to vomiting point. After that.. Nothing, he was knocked out.
He regained consciousness. He woke up with a splitting headache and suddenly realised he wasn't in the wasteland anymore. He was in a futuristic looking city, a fountain of technology with hovercars and machines everywhere. The chrome skyscrapers towering over him, like massive behemoths and just then... He felt rather afraid.... He was wearing a t-shirt, and his trousers which were tatty and battle damaged. His shoes, gloves and trademark red jumper with the yellow ring on it were gone. Part of him was afraid, like a little child in need of guidance, but the other half told him this was going to be another great adventure and this thought made him give a small smirk. He looked at the people passing by, they were lawyers and buisness men and other usual occupations. He felt something cold on his chest, so he felt round to find it was his Dogtags around his kneck, it was the only proof of identification he had he said to himself as he walked through the highstreet.
so He's tricked by this new enemy, Nega and is flung 10 years into the future, I'm posting a little taster on TLC to see how it goes.
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The last thing Sonicmark could remember, was the world spinning around him. It made him feel very sick, almost to vomiting point. After that.. Nothing, he was knocked out.
He regained consciousness. He woke up with a splitting headache and suddenly realised he wasn't in the wasteland anymore. He was in a futuristic looking city, a fountain of technology with hovercars and machines everywhere. The chrome skyscrapers towering over him, like massive behemoths and just then... He felt rather afraid.... He was wearing a t-shirt, and his trousers which were tatty and battle damaged. His shoes, gloves and trademark red jumper with the yellow ring on it were gone. Part of him was afraid, like a little child in need of guidance, but the other half told him this was going to be another great adventure and this thought made him give a small smirk. He looked at the people passing by, they were lawyers and buisness men and other usual occupations. He felt something cold on his chest, so he felt round to find it was his Dogtags around his kneck, it was the only proof of identification he had he said to himself as he walked through the highstreet.