Robinson is coming back
Most likely around early afternoon, Saturday...
A black SUV will haul in the parking lot of PFT. Steping out of the driver's side, an old UPS man, and poping out of the passenger's side... a tall, dark, and handsome friend long forgotten, who just happens to wear a red hat.
It has been a while since his feet have touched the grounds of Bowling Green. He looks at the scenery and breathes in the air. In seconds it all comes back to him...
Those bad memories when he was always wondering,
"What did I do wrong?"
A boomerang of his faults slaps his face. The lack of self improvement, believing, self reliance, self esteem, a stronger mental hold, a family, and many other positives.
Then the rush kicks in... he suddenly remembers why he left here, to train himself. He worked, improved his intellect, and most importantly fought all foes that stood in his path. A changed man he has become in the 8 months since he left this green dream.
Now he has returned to the same grounds which shattered his soul, he has put every piece back in place... But...
"Wait! Wait!... WAIT!!! Why should I rebuild the same soul?"
Out he pulls a dusty old box out the darkest part of his closet. He opens the top and glares inside.
"I try to rid myself of these dark fragments long ago. They brought nothing but the monster that lied within me."
He removes some the fragments on the mended soul and replace the vacant spots with the dark fragments. The new soul reforms fuses all its lights and darks. After the fusion is complete he holds his newly made soul and reveals his mad scientist's smile.
"They say you have to be mad to do something like this, but everyone's soul is made like this. So in almost a humorous way... in order to achieve one's ideal sense of perfection, one must go through some or many stages of madness."
He forces his new soul into his body. His muscles buldge, viens hieghtened, and a twisted grin grows wide.
"To be born once again!"
He then begins to sing a line from a song that repeats over and over in his mind,
"Get your game face on
Because it's time to play
You're pushing and fighting your way
You're ripping it up"
He awaits the quest set out for him, to conquer the areas according to plan, and to claim the crown he so longs for.
"I will be a king of kings once more"
A black SUV will haul in the parking lot of PFT. Steping out of the driver's side, an old UPS man, and poping out of the passenger's side... a tall, dark, and handsome friend long forgotten, who just happens to wear a red hat.
It has been a while since his feet have touched the grounds of Bowling Green. He looks at the scenery and breathes in the air. In seconds it all comes back to him...
Those bad memories when he was always wondering,
"What did I do wrong?"
A boomerang of his faults slaps his face. The lack of self improvement, believing, self reliance, self esteem, a stronger mental hold, a family, and many other positives.
Then the rush kicks in... he suddenly remembers why he left here, to train himself. He worked, improved his intellect, and most importantly fought all foes that stood in his path. A changed man he has become in the 8 months since he left this green dream.
Now he has returned to the same grounds which shattered his soul, he has put every piece back in place... But...
"Wait! Wait!... WAIT!!! Why should I rebuild the same soul?"
Out he pulls a dusty old box out the darkest part of his closet. He opens the top and glares inside.
"I try to rid myself of these dark fragments long ago. They brought nothing but the monster that lied within me."
He removes some the fragments on the mended soul and replace the vacant spots with the dark fragments. The new soul reforms fuses all its lights and darks. After the fusion is complete he holds his newly made soul and reveals his mad scientist's smile.
"They say you have to be mad to do something like this, but everyone's soul is made like this. So in almost a humorous way... in order to achieve one's ideal sense of perfection, one must go through some or many stages of madness."
He forces his new soul into his body. His muscles buldge, viens hieghtened, and a twisted grin grows wide.
"To be born once again!"
He then begins to sing a line from a song that repeats over and over in his mind,
"Get your game face on
Because it's time to play
You're pushing and fighting your way
You're ripping it up"
He awaits the quest set out for him, to conquer the areas according to plan, and to claim the crown he so longs for.
"I will be a king of kings once more"