Prologue : Do you control your emotions? Or do they control you?
Chapter 1 : My Typical Weekend
"Frank can you cut out with the whistling? It's getting annoying." I said. "Fine fine jeez Seth, you and your temper is always the same isn't it?" replied Frank.
I gave him a punch on his stomach, well it din't hurt that bad, that is for Frank. "Testing on my abs aye pal?" laughed Frank. Me and Frank has been friends
for about 4 years I suppose. He is the only person that understands me, both in and out.I remember how last time he stopped me from- "Uhm Seth mind you stop
day-dreaming about hotties and start moving? We're late for our quakeball lessons." interrupted Frank. "Right sorry." After 30 minutes of tiring rush-walk,we
arrived at Mirodin's Quakeball Grounds. Just so you know, Mirodin is my shitty town, I just want to move out to maybe Syntopia or Delpharghe. Bad thing is
in my world, when your'e born in a town, they insert some sort of microchip into your index finger and you can't remove it, it's permanent. What it basically
does is whenever you try to escape the town, it'd make a sound and the cops will basically come and get you.Yes it is indeed a dumb invention. "Hey Seth you
can start soloing first, I'll be right back, coach wants to see me." said Frank. "Alright." I said, sighing. Oh God, I could not believe what I just saw
right in front of my eyes. THe Jaw Skull Gang.I could tell it was them, those muscular brutes with those handbands. Leader's walking in some sort of 'I totally own this place' pace.
I tried not to put too much eye contact on them and quickly walked to my training ground. I do not want to come in contact with those fucks. They've done
enough havoc to my life. "Hey Seth what are those jerks doing here?" asked Frank as he sips the Coke on his left hand. Coke, no wait, liquid, has been an issue
in our planet. Theres only 20% of pure nature liquid in this planet, rest were custom made. Apparently scientists found a way to clone the natural ones so
it's not much of a problem now in being thirsty. Except, some are fake, people just do whatever they can to get money now aye? Sigh. I could tell Frank's
drinking the pure one, that rich bastard he is. My family's poor, so they sent me to live with Frank, yes he is my friend, only friend. I can't see how Frank's
parents din't mind at first. Oh well,it's my fate I guess. "Ahh yeah,this stuff is good man! By the way, u still remember playing quakeball? It's been awhile since
we got our spirits together to get our ass back here." laughed Frank as he puts the refreshing looking Coke can on the floor."Yeah stomp, crack, flow, drop, point."
I said in a moodless way. "Good." as Frank pats my head. "Let's get started." Quakeball is our town's overplayed sport. It's pretty simple but hard to master.
First of all, theres six sensor holes on the Quake Ground. 4 around the Quake Ground's corner, 2 beside the Quake Ground's middle. The floor is made of
Quantism. Quantism is a common stone-like dirt found around our planet. If you stomp hard on it, a crack will be formed. Your quakeball will travel on the
crack as if it is a railtrack to the other point. Your goal is to keep making cracks until your quakeball hits your enemy's sensor holes. It sounds simple but
the fun begins here, the crack can only be created through your mind and foot cooperation and a little bit of physic.
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