Monochromatic

Sam was sweating bullets. He was actually doing it! In one hand he held his shrotsword, ready to defend himself, the other hand on a pouch containing his throwing weapons. He thought over a few scenarios; being attacked from the front, back, and so forth. He took account of their weapons, thinking of a formation. "Alright, Daeron, you go in the front, then Sterling, then me. That way if they get the drop on us, Sterling won't be left open, plus, I can use my shurikens from back here." Sam smiled to himself, he liked to have a plan. Plans were good, reliable. He gripped his short sword tightly,

Sam nodded to them. "Yeah, sure, whatever's fine with you is fine with me, I guess." He was scared. If there was loot, the enemies would be strong. But, he had to go through with it now! He decided to look over his own inventory - He had some bread, his short sword, and a whoooole lot of throwing weapons. Namely, a few shurikens and kunais. He planned to use the throwing weapons mainly - he didn't want to have to get to close to the enemies, but if push came to shove, he would use the short sword. "Alright, let's go then, I guess."

He sighed. He would have to fight eventually, right? His hand rose up, and hit the accept button. He was ready to fight. He could do this. He wouldn't be a scared little kid anymore. "Don't worry. Your ass is on the line as much as mine. You can trust me." He clenched his fist and took a deep breath. He was ready. Glancing over at the two names in the party, he saw who his new companions were; Daeron and Sterling. He smiled to himself, he had finally made friends! Sounding slightly more upbeat, he spoke again, "Alright then, I'm Monochromatic, but you can shorten it to Mono or something. Nice

The party invite came up. This guy wasn't kidding. To be able to come over to two random people and entrust your life with them... Was he brave or just plain stupid? Almost instinctively, Sam's hand hovered over the decline button, but what if this was his chance? There'd be three of them, so that chance of getting hurt was significantly lowered. Plus, Sam would be ranged, which would lower the chances even more. He kept thinking about it more and more, before sighing and looking at the boy. "Look, if the other guy's in, then I'm in. But this is a one time thing, alright?" He crossed his arms,

"S-So what if I am?" The other boy had approached Sam about his indecision. Of course he would, seeing someone like Sam standing there, eventually someone would approach him. He wasn't sure how he felt; it was something between anger and fear. "Look, I'm just not sure whether I can beat these guys." He crossed his arms, his brow furrowing. He didn't need this, not when he was having such trouble on deciding whether or not he was actually going to fight these things!

People kept walking past Gray. They held swords, bows, maces, some wore armour, some didn't. He was constantly on edge. He saw these people, their smiling faces, and couldn't help but wonder, how? How, in a time like this, could you just pick up weapons and fight with them? How, were none of them scared? This wasn't a game anymore. This was life or death. And yet here they were, smiling and laughing with each other. Gray looked ahead of him. The gate. Out there, in the grass were enemies. All he had to do was go and slay one. Just one had to die, and then he'd prove to himself. Prove that he

«Monochromatic» The all encompassing grayness Profile » Username: Monochromatic » Real name: Sam Gray » Age: 16 » Gender: Male » Height: 5'7 » About: Sam's upbringing was harder for him, as he had no father figure. At a young age his mother and father separated. Due to this he wasn't as social as you would expect someone of his age to be. He would usually stay inside and play video games, and this affected him greatly later on in life. As he got older he didn't really know how to act; he was always a kind of loner, still playing video games by himself. He had a natural kind