approval accepted

should I expand upon this? If so, the main character lives to see another day if not, you can safely assume that he died

just got out of football, coach got mad at us and made us run gassers :P I'll hopefully update tomarow.

is this about the role-play post! Why are you talking about this here?!?

i didn't get it before but now I understand. THERE ARE TWO ISE'S NOOOO -phone freezes over-

is this true? I HAVE FANS!!! -executes a reality check-

whew! this has been excruciatingly difficult to complete to say the least. Well it's here at last, as always, enjoy!!!
===A Knights Haven===
Furred arms hoisted me off the cold ground, the pain in my head was excruciating. I tried to keep as still as possible, its steady footsteps gave way from hard metal to soft grass. Struggling to remain conscious as the pain in my head steadily grew worse, I shifted slightly in discomfort. “Go to sleep child,” whispered a deep, calming voice. Reluctantly, I let the darkness engulf me once more.
I rose from the floor and gazed at my surroundings. A world of gears, cogs, and shafts stood before me. Strange mechanical beings hopped from gear to gear. My legs and eyes were miraculously restored, but strangely, I didn't feel joyous at all. One of the robots leapt towards me, it had a single glowing eye, six thin, razor sharp legs, and stood about seven feet tall, similar to a spider. Out of curiosity, I extended a hand towards it; the robot eyed me, looking offended. Then it swept its sharp, front legs in a scissor like fashion, meeting my legs and slicing through flesh and bone. I screamed in agony as it started attaching metal plates and thin wires to my bleeding stumps.
I awoke in a cold sweat. The smell of warm soup lingered in the air. “Had a nice nap?” questioned a familiar voice. I tried to respond, but the only sound I could muster was a faint wheeze. “Can't speak huh?” I shook my head. “That's unfortunate; there could have been so many things for us to talk about,” spoke the deep voice. I realized I was lying in a soft bed, under a layer of warm blankets. Tugging off the blankets I noticed my legs weren't quite the same. “I see you've noticed my work, try it out,” he urged in anticipation. I swung my new mechanical legs over the side of the bed and stood up with some difficulty. “Turn to the right and take three steps forward,” he instructed. Using the bed for support, I stepped shakily forward. My new legs felt stiff and slightly unresponsive, not as good as my old legs. He made a peculiar clicking noise. “It's something I made just for you; these are slightly more mobile than the common construct, there's certainly room for improvement though.” Construct? I tilted my head to indicate a question. “Hmm… I forget that you've never seen this world before,” pausing to clear his throat, he continued “constructs are mass produced by gremlins, built to replace the common soldier, therefore sparing lives. In my opinion, they're horrible replacements, easily smashed, and prone to energy arcs,” he explained. By now I had deduced that the creature was a good four feet taller than me, which meant he was probably not a spiral. I pointed at him and shrugged my shoulders. “I apologize, I don't normally get visitors you see, my name is Balthazar, your kind calls us strangers,” he explained. “You probably want to hear how I found you,” grunted Balthazar as he sat on a chair not far from my bed. Stiffly, I turned around, feeling for the blankets behind me. I didn't necessarily want to hear how he found me, because I had so many other questions in need of answering. Stifling my impatience, I decided to sit it through. “While I was searching for scrap metal and salvageable parts, I found you slumped against a wall near the engine room,” He informed. “At first I thought you were dead, like so many others…” drifted Balthazar sadly. “But out of all those “others” that perished upon impact, you were the lone survivor.” I looked down feeling terrible guilt crash upon me, why had I lived when so many others died?

thanx for the info, and yes I know how tall scuttlebots are. But nightmares are sinister aren't they ;D (more on why he felt guilty next chapter)

can someone please comment

point taken, I'm getting really impatient. It's my first time writing my own story so hopefully you understand. Also maybe you should write a little intro before announcing your gonna write a fanfic.(edit: but seriously someone comment, I'm thirsty for opinions and advice)

thats more like it. Danpixed soaked in the comment relishing every last word. "mmm... That was good..." murmured Dan "but not enough, I MUST HAVE MORE!!!" he screamed with anguish and craving. Reloading the page every half second, in false, vain hope. Dan felt something snap. Slowly he clenched his lips in a sinister grin "no one will comment on any thread but mine, " snickered the crazed lunatic. Clicking on his encrypted locked folders, Dan hacked into SEGA's servers with every script he had. Staring at the screen with glee he broke into a maniacal laugh, as everyones threads got bumped to the graveyard. But it was hardly satisfying, he needed more...

holy crap its been a busy few months! I wonder if you guys out there still remember me. Football, basketball, and school comes first in my life so be thankful I finished this at all. Sadly my editor crew won't log into steam for some odd reason so things are really gonna crawl for now. Before I start I want to welcome Crimson-Sapphire *cough* Isecube *cough* to the spiral forums!!! Remember to comment because I crave the feedback.
===Sixth Sense===
Days passed… Balthazar explained many things about this world, Cradle, as its inhabitants call it. He told me where wolvers reside, and chroma whelps lurk. By far the planet’s most intriguing feature wasn’t its creatures, but the planet itself. According to Balthazar, the planet ticks like a clock, shifting by the hour. Layered similar to an onion, each chunk would rearrange itself like a living labyrinth, constantly moving, never ceasing. Balthazar showed me his kitchen, workshop, and library. Every evening he would read a new book regarding the planets secrets. I listened eagerly, wishing to read about the clockworks without Balthazar’s help. He spent long hours in the workshop constantly working on machines that would help ease everyday life, Strangely he wouldn’t tell me what he was working on until he was finished.
I knew I was a burden on Balthazar, though he never let on to it. I constantly stumbled over his belongings, often breaking them. Balthazar silently picked up my mess, without complaint, as if he felt it was an everyday chore. He was housing me, investing his time in me, but I’m unable to pay him back. The thought chewed me from the inside out. Why was he so kind and caring to someone like me? If he knew who I was he would’ve left me on the Skylark to rot.
One day Balthazar walked into my room. “I know you’ve been curious about my project,” I nodded briskly. Balthazar set something on the table beside me. “this is what I call the Sixth Sense”, it’s meant to give you something similar to sight.” Sight, Can I really have that back? Suddenly, something sharp pricked my neck.
Light… a blinding white light, am I seeing the light? Or envisioning it? My ears were met with fading static. “Take it easy your mind needs to get used to this,” whispered Balthazar. The blinding white faded to fuzzy black, I was strapped to a smooth table. “It should be done calibrating in a few moments” Turning my head towards his voice I saw a tall masked creature. Strangely, everything I looked at was pale white, no texture or color, just white. “I’ve attached a receiver to each of your ears, further enhancing your ability to judge the direction of sounds,” said Balthazar with a hint of pride. “These combined with a computer module will allow you to essentially, see with your ears.” I shifted in my restraints and looked around wildly at the new world around me. “I can’t let you move yet, you have wires and life support still hooked to your head,” he leaned to the right and flipped a switch. “You’ll see me in a few hours.”

never have I felt so alone