The Newcomer

Don't edit without my permission. Royal theking walked around town in his blue artic wolf. All other players playing swore that the wolf had a smug look on its face. "Ha! Is that a necklace? What a loser. "  The little bunny sniffed and hopped away. Suddenly a new jammer materialised. "Hi! Umm, ... Royal right?  Will yo-"  "No way you noob." Royal roled his eyes and went to his den. What he didnt see was the look that the newcomer had, of anger and hate. Years later, we know this jammer as fman. Ten years later, fman showed up. "Hey nooby," teased Royal. Fman,s eyes glowed. The screen blacked out and the real Royal could hear faint crys of pain. When it seemed it wouldn't stop, the sound disappeared. Then the screen flicked back to life, but this time everything was red. "Call me nooby?" Grinned fman wickedly. Blood dripped from his fangs. Royal was beaten, bruised, and robbed. Then the world went black. When the true player woke up, his body was sore. He looked st his paws and screamed. Next to him stood fman and fman swipped his claws at royals mouth. "Now we wouldnt want attention, right?" Then royal was tossed in a stuffy room. . . Left to die.