Passion of the B4nny
Chapter I (1.1)
The First Steps
It was a day, which started much unlike any other day. The cool morning air carried a familiar sense of dread that made his heart sink. B4nny unwillingly got up to live another day. To b4nny, life was fought for, not given to.
The tent was small; it had four wide corners pressed into the ground at a sharp angle. Lying around his body in the small place was a modest supply of provisions for his long journey. A small kettle for water, a thick wolves coat from the last winter’s hunting and about a dozen or so pieces of dear meat perched out on a thin line, left to dry in the cold weather.
As he silently and quickly packed up his tent with an urgency that could only denote the importance of a great task at hand, the impressive mountain of Coldfront made its appearance off in the distance. There were many creases in the mountain, its great foreboding nature casted a long gloomy shadow off to the east. Valleys that gave the impression of endless pit like features made b4nnys heart sink even further. The small house of the snake was located at the top of this great mountain. This is where our hero’s journey would now lead. With a great deep breath, B4nny took another of the seemingly abundant steps towards the ancient dwelling of SolidSnake.
B4nnys story started in the small village of badwater. He was a well to do man living and making a modest means at manufacturing demo swords and shields. The neighbors’ respected him, and people adored his kindness and mercy, at least, they once did so. B4nny’s being, purpose and life would all come to change with the visit of one peculiar character.
(coming whenever I have time to and bored enough to write)