Post by twilight on May 28, 2018 13:12:56 GMT -5
I am the hero of nothing.
Three things cannot be long hidden, the sun, the moon, the truth.
The year is 1702. I am 15 years old. My name is Tobias Jons III. I was born on the coast of North Carolina, my mother was Jane Iseh, she was born in Ireland. My father was Tobias Jons as well, he was born in England. This new world was our chance to start over, and make a way through new lands and new stars.
This is where I was born and this is where I died. I am not immortal. I am cursed. And there should always be a cure for cursed individuals. But I have yet to find it.
In our colony we had been struck by a sickness. It was early November, there were 271 souls in our colony, and of those, only 18 were still healthy I was one of them. Both my parents were sick. So we had to send someone off to the next colony 144 miles away. I volunteered. 2 days into my ride it started to snow. On the third day I was freezing, my horse was not doing too much better. I could feel losing feeling in my extremities. Frostbite I feared. I reach our neighboring colony but I would not be let in, they feared I carried whatever my colony had. But they were gracious enough to send down some food and medication to take back and I did. I thanked them and promptly left.
On the 4th day my horse succumbed to the cold. It would be a long walk for me on foot, would take twice the time maybe longer to get home. I reached my home on the dawn of the 9th day. By the time I got there, 2/3 of the colony had passed away, the medication did not work on those left, my parents and the rest died 4 days after I arrived. I died on the 7th day back. No one but 4 people lived through this sickness. As I said I was hero of nothing.
A sad story to be correct. But that was simply one life of many. Now I guess I should speak about Robert Saints and Jamo. On Titans you two will get to face me. Now things are different. Robert Saints is the IC Champion. Good for you Robert. You are finally starting to live up to your pontential. But I wonder how long you can keep this up? I’ve been doing this here for a decade. I doubt you could ever keep up with me, but itll be fun if you try.
Next is Jamo. Ole Jamo boy how are you doing? Better than Mr. Amazing I hope. You were once World champion and now you have become World Chump? Fastest fall from glory in SFT history, probably not but probably close. For someone so hardcore you lack the heart to take you any farther and I think you’ve lost heart altogether because you arent doing much these days or saying much. A pity really.
But that is life and something else. Lets see what happens come Titans.
Fade to light
Three things cannot be long hidden, the sun, the moon, the truth.
The year is 1702. I am 15 years old. My name is Tobias Jons III. I was born on the coast of North Carolina, my mother was Jane Iseh, she was born in Ireland. My father was Tobias Jons as well, he was born in England. This new world was our chance to start over, and make a way through new lands and new stars.
This is where I was born and this is where I died. I am not immortal. I am cursed. And there should always be a cure for cursed individuals. But I have yet to find it.
In our colony we had been struck by a sickness. It was early November, there were 271 souls in our colony, and of those, only 18 were still healthy I was one of them. Both my parents were sick. So we had to send someone off to the next colony 144 miles away. I volunteered. 2 days into my ride it started to snow. On the third day I was freezing, my horse was not doing too much better. I could feel losing feeling in my extremities. Frostbite I feared. I reach our neighboring colony but I would not be let in, they feared I carried whatever my colony had. But they were gracious enough to send down some food and medication to take back and I did. I thanked them and promptly left.
On the 4th day my horse succumbed to the cold. It would be a long walk for me on foot, would take twice the time maybe longer to get home. I reached my home on the dawn of the 9th day. By the time I got there, 2/3 of the colony had passed away, the medication did not work on those left, my parents and the rest died 4 days after I arrived. I died on the 7th day back. No one but 4 people lived through this sickness. As I said I was hero of nothing.
A sad story to be correct. But that was simply one life of many. Now I guess I should speak about Robert Saints and Jamo. On Titans you two will get to face me. Now things are different. Robert Saints is the IC Champion. Good for you Robert. You are finally starting to live up to your pontential. But I wonder how long you can keep this up? I’ve been doing this here for a decade. I doubt you could ever keep up with me, but itll be fun if you try.
Next is Jamo. Ole Jamo boy how are you doing? Better than Mr. Amazing I hope. You were once World champion and now you have become World Chump? Fastest fall from glory in SFT history, probably not but probably close. For someone so hardcore you lack the heart to take you any farther and I think you’ve lost heart altogether because you arent doing much these days or saying much. A pity really.
But that is life and something else. Lets see what happens come Titans.
Fade to light
