Chalcon Crunch

Spyro is a character in the game, but he's not the MAIN character. He was used to increase the game's notability, as well as allowing Activision to utilize an IP that was just gathering dust.

IC: "I'm sorry... It's all gone..." The young man sat back, sighing. "I don't even know who I am, ma'am."

Let's talk about one of the most fun family-friendly games released this year. It's not Skyrim, and it's not Arkham City, but it's still a great game in its own right.I've currently got Drill Sergeant, Sonic Boom, Dino-Rang, Hex, Spyro, Gill Grunt, and the Volcanic Vault. My brother has Drobot and Trigger Happy.

You didn't like Fourze? I think it's one of the more fun series to watch.Anyway, because because, I am now writing a KR fanfic. OC, so beware if you want to see it. PM me for address.

IC: The young man thought. "He was a Grey... But what he said... It was hazy..."

IC: The young man thinks. "I feel... Well, I'm hungry again. And... I think I remember something. There... There was a man there. He talked like a man, at least. His body..."

...Guilty.

OOC: And now we can time-skip, to him recovering.IC: The young man awoke slowly, glancing to his right to see the IV drip in his arm. "Nrrrr..." he muttered, shaking his head to clear it.

IC: The young man threw up violently until there was nothing left in his stomach. "...I feel sick." Falling onto his side, he clutched his stomach, writhing in pain as the overnutritious food began to destroy his cells.

IC: The young man smiled at Mystic. "Thank you, ma'am-URK!" His face suddenly paled as he fell to the ground, pale and shaking. He had been malnourished far too long, and the decadent plate of food had been too much for his system.

IC: The young man thought as he ate ravenously. "...I can't remember it..."

IC: The young man thought as hard as he could. "...I'm... I'm not sure they had skin at all... The memories are hazy..." His stomach continues to growl.

IC: The young man nodded slowly. "They... They were grey. Their faces, their hands...""Could I eat?"

I'm stopping by best buy, trying to pick up Skylanders.

IC: "Psychics... All of them, different kinds of psychics. Telepaths, Telekinetics, PK Supermen..." Tears began to form in his eyes. However, as Mystic continued to travel deeper, nothing seemed to change. It seemed as though she wasn't in his mind at all...OOC: A PK Superman is a kind of psychic that generates a psychokinetic field around their body that allows them to fly and exhibit super strength.

IC: The young man shook his head. "I... They took me when I was very young. I never saw any of them by the faces. But... They're all gone now. The other saw to that.""I just wish they hadn't done what they had... I wish they were still alive."

OOC: It was Ori talking.IC: "They... Wanted some sort of network, an organic one rather than a computerized one. I was the hub."

IC: The young man clutched his head. "I... All the light was cold and false... I remember being overwhelmed by the sun when I escaped... It wasn't too far from... Where I was. Everyone... We were psychics, to be used for a project. I was the..." He tried to think of a word. "The... centermost part, what is it called...?"As Mystic entered the young man's mind, she would find herself in a large "empty space," seemingly separate from his memories and normal brain. "...There's no one for you to connect with right now, ma'am."

IC: "Invasion?" The young man thought for a moment. "Do you mean the raid on the facility? They... They freed everyone... But everyone wanted revenge..." His eyes glaze over as he recalls something.

IC: The young man looked at Mystic for a long while, not saying anything. After about 10 minutes of just staring, he opened his mouth and began to speak."You are..." he said in broken English, his voice soft, nearly inaudible. "You are not part of... facility. No Altereds in the facility that weren't prisoners. Where am I?"

OOC: Sorry I've been out, but I've been playing the eponymous character in Dracula! Anyway, CoKK, if Mystic is accepted, sure! It'll be interesting, to say the least.

OOC: OK, where's another place he could be taken to?

OOC: Incidentally, is it alright if Ori is at Mentor's house/base?

OOC: This will hopefully suffice for a first post.IC:The noise...The screaming, the squabbling...They were all around me, screaming for freedom, order, life...They were granted death, and it was all my fault.The young man woke up with a start, on a cold table. An unfamiliar cold table. Hopping up, he looked around warily. The shackles were still on his legs, but this was not his prison. "Where am I?" he croaked, his voice soft from years of disuse.

OOC: So, am I accepted?