Fun Little Camping Site that Might Not Actually Be Fun, 1:00 A.M.
It was a fun little camping site that might not actually be fun. MasonJarGuzzi and his good friend Chris decided to take a little break from writing stories and trying to be gentlemen. They'd packed their backpacks and set out to have some fun. Later that night, their fire still glowing from weak embers, they heard some rustling. Mason, however, had been asleep for a while and was oblivious to the racket. Chris sighed and exited the tent, ready to fight a stupid little critter that might want their food. More rustling ensued, and soon enough Chris grew impatient. He kicked the bush, and a small grumble floated through the air. Confused, he dug his hand into the shrubbery and dragged out another human. Who was this? It was...none other than Raven47.
Chris snorted and dropped Raven on a log on which they'd sat earlier whilst eating their dinner. "Why are you here at this hour? Shouldn't you be off doing some military shit?"
"Fuck, no. Not anymore. You see, the newbies have been trying to push End's buttons and they've obviously gotten on everyone's nerves. The crap they spout is polluting the air. It's just awful."
"Get to the point, I'm not in the mood for this. Yeah, so what?" Chris retorted, folding his arms. "Is there an emergency? A lockdown? Some warrior cats to neuter?"
Raven laughed. "Well, no. The smog's gotten so bad that most of our reserves to fight it have refused to continue. The place's gotten silent. It's rather strange. People are dying."
After the words left his mouth a loud boom in the distance could be heard. All emotion drained from Chris' face. "I didn't know it was that bad."
"Some idiots tried to light the air on fire. They should know that it explodes by now."
A loud groan was heard from the tent. "Whaaaaaaat?"
"Mason, we're gonna have to leave. We've got some explosive smog and idiotic newbies to take care of."
"...I wanna murder you."
"Save that for later. We have to go."
"Well, shit."
Back at the Homeland, 3:00 A.M.
Axiom was skilled with the quill and everyone knew it. She was also skilled with the stylus and paintbrush. She sat at her home with her usual smoke mask on, trying to keep herself oxygenated so she may continue her work. Honestly, the newbies were a nuisance. Constantly asking for feedback. "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say it at all! You're a hater! Get off my comments page!" The incessant noise made her have mind-splitting headaches. She just wanted a nice break...
Suddenly the door to her humble abode was kicked open, a dark figure standing in the doorway. Axiom looked up, her eyes tired. "Yeah, what?"
It was the mighty End, of which had recently gained moderator powers due to a little mishap that may or may not be mentioned. "The smog's getting worse. I sent Raven to retrieve Chris and Mason. Other than that I don't have any other ideas of whom to take along. They're all, well, gone or dead now."
"You could always ask Killa and mizal, they're not going to object," she said calmly, flicking her wrist across the canvas to create a broad stroke. "You should ask Bucky, as well."
End tapped his foot angrily. "I would, but as of right now, I need a fresh recruit. The reserves have gone vapid. There isn't any excitement."
Axiom dipped the brush into water and into a bright green paint. "Get Steve, then. Irishmen are always great for entertainment."
End nodded and picked up the door, shoving it back into the cavity in the wall. The shadow underneath disappeared, and Axiom let out a deep breath. When would this madness end?
((So this is a little thing that I might continue later and add some more people into. I needed a little warm up since my writing abilities have gotten rusty.))
