Memoir of Daedra KjellesBe a dear, grab my sanity, for my sanity had been lost during this forsaken plight. It was the summer of the first era when God created the humans. I was among a tribe as K'shand of Tall Trees, a hunter who was son of the wise-woman, that betrayed his humanity. The angels would come and watch us as we thrived. They envied us and hated us. It was then Lucifer descended from heaven to the Earth and had pleaded to me to surrender my soul to become something greater. After all these years, wandering the Earth as a demon, I still remember the day I was cursed with immortality. I still never forgave myself...
Pewdiecry- Let Go of Me Chapter Two~A/N: Again, please listen to the song as you read for better experience and quality.~
"Omg, no! RIP Cry ."
"We're here for you Pewds. This must hurt a lot."
"We may have lost a star, but you lost your other half. I'm sorry."
" He was great and still is. He will always be remembered."
My eyes barely scanned over the comments. The light burned them slightly as Mark and I scrolled over each comment, reading what everyone had to say. Some of them spoke my own thoughts.
I had cried so much that I couldn't feel sadness anymore. Or anything at all. I couldn't even find myself to return to the kitchen and grab the gun and hunt down Cry's killer. I don't know why I wanted to hunt him down as much as I did. Everyone dies. No. Cry wasn't dead. He wasn't.
Mark sighed as he closed the tab for YouTube as he gently closed the laptop and leaned back.
"It's hard on them as well. When is the funeral?"
" Next Tuesday..." I mumbled hoarsely.
" I was thinking that after the funeral...that me, you, Ken,
PewdieCry- Gone Chapter 3Cry was loaded into a demo of the game of Resident Evil Four. He was Leon, complete avatar and his mask was a badge on his shoulder that identified him. The creepy diseased villagers were approaching them. Cry only had the one handgun.
"Leon! Help!" Ashley's annoying voice rang out behind him and he shot a nearby old, fat woman in the head. Her body falling. No change. A man with a pitchfork was approaching his left flank. BAM!!!! Right in his head.
The man fell down and got back up a giant parasitic tentacle whipping around from his head. Cry aimed for it and shot. It took two shots before he fell.
Los Ganados were coming from every direction. Cry hadn't remembered this many in the demo. Las Plagas infected Colmillos growled and snapped at him. Their plaga lashing out to try and wound him.
"Damn," Cry evaded and noticed he was low on ammo. Things were looking grim.