My Friend Dragon PT. 4 It was now 5:30 and we decided it as time to get Gordon home. For the past two and a half hours we were playing my xbox 360. We had to figure a way to get him home without him freezing. Unfortunately his parents were out of town so we couldn't reach them. And my parents didn't have their cellphones on them. "You can't walk home because it is too far and too cold and you didn't bring a bike." I said trying to think of a way. "I can't take the bus because I will still have to walk afterwards." he stated. "Maybe we can call someone," I suggested and then I snapped my fingers, "Nathan! Maybe his parents will drive you home." "It's worth
My Friend Dragon PT. 3 "Can you get a mirror?" The large monster in front of me said. "Bathroom to the right," I said calmly as I pointed toward a small room, "You don't have any wings so you should be fine" He went into the bathroom to check himself over. One of my best friends that I have known for three years just turned into a dragon in front of me. "He is still Gordon, He is still Gordon, He is still Gordon. I muttered to my self trying to calm my nerves. When he stands up he is about two feet taller than me now, and I thought I was tall. He had black scales covering him with large grey scales on the underside from his neck to the tip of his tail. He also h
My Friend Dragon PT. 1My name is William S. I was a tall teenager about 6' 3'' I used to do all the normal teenager did: I played xbox, hung out with friends, did my homework. My friend Gordon is the one who changed all that. He used to be 5' 6'' and now is about two and a half meters or 8' 1''. Now I am dedicated to the pursuit of the Dagoe Genome project. My life has been a roller coaster ever since. This all happened last winter."Will this do?" asked my friend Gordon as he pulled another rock out of the snow."No that won't do." I replied as I search for more rocks in the snow. I was looking for the perfect rock to bring to science class for a geo
Wilcome Ind. Stories Part 1 William Wilcome was sitting at his desk aboard the Validus. The room was large, filled with bookcases and the brightly lit computer screen was the only thing lighting the room. The door opened; it was Seroy Kausser, the executive officer or the XO. "There is a ship is blocking our path to Roellia." he stated. He was a young human male about 25 standard years of age with black hair. Of course most of William's staff were human because he was slightly xenophobic. "What do you mean 'blocking'?" William asked. "It has positioned itself in front of the bow and won't move." "Have you tried hailing it?" "Yes, but th
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Awsome pic by the way!
The mod I was using was the no-hope mod, which provides another AI profile where the only tactical support they use are nukes, and it also adds more powerful nukes able to destroy every single unit on the battlefield