Board Thread:Lores/@comment-25553326-20170619014756

You are running away from an electric brute. It's a dark, stormy night illuminated by the spouts of sparks jumping off of the brute's skin. But you have no time to glance at the stars, for a club grazes across your face, burning your cheeks under the intense heat.

Just a while ago you were running down the bridge on Kingstreet. Carrying your new trusty shotgun, you felt like the king of the world. It was your turn to feel cocky by then walking towards a brute without a damn in the world, and to go do some target practice. Only, you didn't hit the brute at all. Instead, an elemental jumped right in front of the brute just like a goalie to a soccer ball, and before you could say "I screwed up", both entities went up into a giant explosion of electrical madness, and here you are this second, running into the road tunnel.

Lost along the darkness of the deep tunnel, you almost give up until you see the dim light that resides at the end of any tunnel. But your path to the end is brought to you more literally, because a brute club shatters the ground, causing volleys of electrical waves to paralyze your body.

The brute is now far more closer than it was before. For each second ticking you hear another stomp, signifying your possible demise. But you have a strong mind and concious with a single concept in your head: You believe you can kill it if you just try.

"Game on", you think, and get back up immediately with a slight tingly feeling composed of shock, rage, and a commitment to fulfill. You load your gun, quickly strife left, and then land a shower of bullets onto it's head. You are going to reload again when the brute starts talking. Dumbfounded, you could only listen to what he said: "Hey, look, you're never gonna win, just give up and cower away." You question the brute. He replies, "Don't you see? Ughh... Look, re-read the first word of every paragraph." 