well I'm new here. I used to have online roleplay at irc but I grew iut of it.
I don't use eanglish on a daily basis so I'm sorry if mine isn't to well.
Vincent has stepped out of the lift. his left foot hurting as ever, draging it across the whole to his appartment. As handsome as he was at his 20th vincent, over 50 now felt so old. Still waking up at 5 AM each morning still doing his exercises till 6.30 followed by a cold shower. each day he went out hoping for a sign for good thing to happen. He took out his key and slide it into the keyhole unloking the door. Vincent didn't even bothered cosing the door usually, what is there to still.
Life wasn't that bad at the past, before the revolution. His life was intersting, being a high officer of a special force unit. He was loyal to his country , honest and handsome till the revolution. Vincent was among the first to join the rabel forces, the Idea of total freadom, of peace, of honest goverment, he liked it all. A couple of big fight were wined by vincent and he soon won himself a blue star medal from the revolution leader.
And then it all went wrong thought vincent to himself, both for him and his beloved country. it was the big fight, ironicly the victory fight of the revolution. they cornered the goverment forces at the forest neer the north boreder when he stepped on a land mine, he fainted by the pain and woke up two weeks later at the hospitall. having one leg cutten abovr the knee. He read the newspapers headlines telling how herro he was.
"Things weren't so bad unless those phantom pains in his cutted leg" thout vincest to himself. "it would have even be funny with mt cutted leg looking like a big cock". vincent went and look through his 2 rooms apartment window. the country was honest, disent men and women at the street. sure there were some sinners, like every country do, but not as much as now. every litle girl dressed like a hooker, act like a hooker, talk like a hooker. every second woman out there only looking for the next man, or group of them to fuck her. Not even make love, only fuck, bang, screw , as sluty as they can be. Men and boy have no honesty anymore violent, parasite, doing nothing for their country, abusing the ladies, the young girls. Only this morning vincent saw his sexy blond Nighbor and her young dougter giving a sucking the cock of a young man he saw from time to time on the street. they didn't even closed the drapes of there livingroom window...
"The worst thing is " though vincent to himself. "The worst thing is that I actually like it. I actually want it to be that way. I like looking at those young sluts. I like seeing men fucking women at the street. I only wish that some of this will happen to me, that I also will have crazy sex like that.
Vincet took of his clothes and his artifial leg and went to sleep. naked on his big bad, door to his empty home open...
I don't use eanglish on a daily basis so I'm sorry if mine isn't to well.
Vincent has stepped out of the lift. his left foot hurting as ever, draging it across the whole to his appartment. As handsome as he was at his 20th vincent, over 50 now felt so old. Still waking up at 5 AM each morning still doing his exercises till 6.30 followed by a cold shower. each day he went out hoping for a sign for good thing to happen. He took out his key and slide it into the keyhole unloking the door. Vincent didn't even bothered cosing the door usually, what is there to still.
Life wasn't that bad at the past, before the revolution. His life was intersting, being a high officer of a special force unit. He was loyal to his country , honest and handsome till the revolution. Vincent was among the first to join the rabel forces, the Idea of total freadom, of peace, of honest goverment, he liked it all. A couple of big fight were wined by vincent and he soon won himself a blue star medal from the revolution leader.
And then it all went wrong thought vincent to himself, both for him and his beloved country. it was the big fight, ironicly the victory fight of the revolution. they cornered the goverment forces at the forest neer the north boreder when he stepped on a land mine, he fainted by the pain and woke up two weeks later at the hospitall. having one leg cutten abovr the knee. He read the newspapers headlines telling how herro he was.
"Things weren't so bad unless those phantom pains in his cutted leg" thout vincest to himself. "it would have even be funny with mt cutted leg looking like a big cock". vincent went and look through his 2 rooms apartment window. the country was honest, disent men and women at the street. sure there were some sinners, like every country do, but not as much as now. every litle girl dressed like a hooker, act like a hooker, talk like a hooker. every second woman out there only looking for the next man, or group of them to fuck her. Not even make love, only fuck, bang, screw , as sluty as they can be. Men and boy have no honesty anymore violent, parasite, doing nothing for their country, abusing the ladies, the young girls. Only this morning vincent saw his sexy blond Nighbor and her young dougter giving a sucking the cock of a young man he saw from time to time on the street. they didn't even closed the drapes of there livingroom window...
"The worst thing is " though vincent to himself. "The worst thing is that I actually like it. I actually want it to be that way. I like looking at those young sluts. I like seeing men fucking women at the street. I only wish that some of this will happen to me, that I also will have crazy sex like that.
Vincet took of his clothes and his artifial leg and went to sleep. naked on his big bad, door to his empty home open...
