[url=http://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post?id=62755731]Part 1 here[/url] After hours of wallowing Fred soon decided that it would be beneficial to get down from the tree and wallow somewhere else. Especially since the bodies of his late family and the leader of the "hat mustache group thingy" were starting to decompose and stink. So he struggled, and he wiggled, then he struggled again and then he gave wiggling another go, none of it was effective in freeing him from his leafy captor. Fred, being very tired, decided to wait for the rope to weaken and untie itself...he was pretty sure ropes worked that way, all the commotion earlier had made him tired and he decided he might try for a nap while he waited for the rope to give. During Fred's sleep he was plagued by strange dreams that seemed to predict his future...but it turned out all these dreams were a lie and none of them were relevant. Fred was startled awake by the sounds of something moving through the dense grass, he tried to turn towards the noise but the tree prohibited him from turning very much this worried Fred as the sound could be anything, it could be those hat guys coming back, or a bear, or an ocelot. Fred despised ocelots with all his heart not for any particular reason, he just didn't trust them they always looked like they were planning something...devious. The sudden loosening of the rope interrupted Fred's thoughts. Either his prediction about the rope was right or it was an ocelot about to take him hostage and ransom him off...grr ocelots you can't trust 'em. Neither of these turned out to be true because as soon as the rope was untied and Fred was freed he had discovered a man had saved him...to his relief. Apparently this man heard the commotion and came over to check out what happened, and took his sweet time while doing it too. Anyway, the man looked middle aged he had a gruff, brown beard, which his eyes and hair matched he was definitely big...maybe, maybe he was average, everyone looked big to Fred. The man didn't say a word, he just got to work investigating the scene looking at the bodies and such, after a couple minutes he looked up at Fred expectantly. Fred figured he wanted to know what happened, so he told the man everything that had transpired in full detail. The retelling of the story brought back Fred's tears and as he started to cry the man got up and put his hand of Fred's shoulder, Fred looked up at him and the man looked down at him and said..." DON'T BE A PUSSY!"...these would be the only words the man would ever speak. For the next ten years Fred would train, he would learn to fight, survive, do chores, and most importantly...not to be a pussy. The training was harsh, it pushed Fred to his limits and beyond, the only thing that kept Fred going was the memory of his family and how one day, no matter how long it would take, or how difficult it would be he WILL avenge them. Finally, the training was through and Fred shaped up to be an ample warrior ready to meet any challenge. During his stay with the man, whose name happened to be "guy", Fred frequently went into town, and woods, and anywhere he though he could find..something on the ones who wronged him. Yet, after all these years his searching yielded no results, he was beginning to lost hope, when one day he was returning to the man's house from the town. As he was about to enter the man stopped him in the door way, he gave Fred a note, a heavy pack, and a sword. Then he nodded his head at Fred and slammed the door in his face. Bewildered as to what just happened, Fred stood there for a few minutes before he left, he went to the outskirts of town to examine what he had just received. The pack was full of necessities for traveling, such as food, supplies to make a fire, hunting tools, etc. the sword was well...a sword and the note contained some interesting information in it. It had information regarding his family's murderers, and where he can find them, they were apparently an infamous group known as the Masters of Ultra Stylish and Tacky Albatross', Catfish, Hats, and Engineers...or MUSTACHE for short. He also learned their closest base is on the other side of the the mediocre mountain range. It would only take him a few days to get over there thanks to the mountains' mediocrity! So it was settled, Fred would set out on the adventure of a lifetime to find those who murdered his family and break their faces in! Fred looked towards the mediocre mountains and took the first step of a long journey... Fred had spent a few days getting to the hiking to the mountain, and he was already almost at the end of his first day up the mountain and he was getting extremely tired, for mediocre mountains they were extremely hard to hike. Fred spotted a nice place to set up camp, as he was getting what he needed from his pack...he noticed something strange out of the corner of his eye. He looked over...Bandits but not just ordinary bandits they were...dancing bandits, the worst kind. They distracted and annoyed you with their horrible dance routines WHILE they robbed you, it was indeed very evil. Fred drew his blade getting ready for a fight, one bandit put down a boombox while the others circled Fred, the bandit with the boombox put on some weird, unintelligible, form of music. While the others drew their blades and started dancing in a manner similar to having a seizure. Fred fought them to the best of his abilities, he parried, he blocked, he dodged but there were attacks coming in from everywhere he couldn't get a hit in, they were so random! One of them even stabbed themselves in the throat, and everyone stopped just to watch as he fell and choked and gagged on his own blood, it was a very grizzly sight...after the bandit lay dead they all went back to fighting. Fred was being easily overwhelmed, he was able to kill one by stabbing him in the chest after seeing an opening but due to their numbers it wasn't easy to take advantage of openings. Eventually one of the bandits knocked Fred's sword out of his hand while another one knocked him unconscious. When Fred awoke the dark oppressive cold of night was upon the land, and the bandits were nowhere to be found, including the two dead ones. Fred looked anxiously for his pack, knowing that it was gone but he wanted to be wrong. After accepting the loss of his pack he found his sword, glad that he had not lost that too. Fred sat down on a log and began to wonder what he would do, fear shot through him, fear that he wouldn't make it this early into his journey, fear that he would die out in the wilderness cold and alone. So he sat and he wallowed, like he always did when things seemed to be pointless...until he heard something, he heard...hope. [b]END OF PART 2[/b] Written by: Mr. J.E. Deathbot I'm thinking about doing these daily...or maybe just whenever I get the inspiration to continue the story I don't know. Anyway, give me feedback on what you liked or didn't like, I'll take any [i]constructive[/i] criticism anybody has to offer.