Into another Malinnia

Into Another Millenia

 "Hello everyone, It's been a long time since I've had fun here. It's Mick Scott, allots happened over the years and honestly. I think I got myself straight." Scott stood smiling as he opened a message towards Al his old family and friends.. As he walked he began to talk. "So through my multidimensional hoping I re-found myself. Saphire was everything to me, for so many reasons. After we divorced, I just decided to hop dimensions, I learned something. I am part of 30% of me who lived through the hell I was part if, out of 15% of all the other me's that survived was through complete instinct. 10% of that went completely insane, where as only 5 percent got through by learning to adapt through aura. And out of the 2% of that only 2 had external help. The other me became the complete opposite of who I am as an individual. Now that wasnt the problem but, he ruined my marriage. Honestly I'm not gonna make excuses, yea it was the same person. But we were living two separate lives;"

Scott would suddenly take a crouching position, as he made a sudden clap. He clasped his hands together then drew them apart, an Odachi would seem to slide out of his palms as he took hold of it. It was long, a dark jet black, and when unsheathed it looked like it had multiple fractures in it. He held the sword out to his right with his left, the edge up as he gave a sudden stomp to the ground, a long stick would shoot from the ground, he swung the sword over his head then down towards the left as it lodged into the staff. Which seemed to clamp down on the katana. Scott would then pull it up out of the ground as the 6 foot tall stick went from red with ancient kanji, to fractured like the sword. He held the staff which had morphed into a scythe, with a black flame, which seemed to glow off the fragmented looking spots on the sword.

"Progress comes with time, and honestly I had to much of it alone. Time hoping through separate multidimensional times honestly I seen myself die far to many times with my own eyes. I'm back if someone wants to join in with me. Back at the good ole Scott ranch. Maybe no one remembers me, but you know what; I've got ways to adventure that I bet some of you haven't gotten to do. Cause I wanna see the story you can write with me. So here's where my story started;

"Terror, fear, Anger, anguish, death. It's all that's ever come of me in this dimension. Another world of which I have been drug to, somewhere of which my soul was tampered with, then preserved for consumption. Forced from me by succubi, who enslave men from all over. How long has It been, where do I come from? Do I have family, do they remember me? Who has drove me subconsciously for so long to get me where I am, to get me this far?" He would look in his wallet where two pictures could be seen side by side. They were of two young women, they weren't labeled, so he had no clue what their names were. But he was soon to find out.

(If you have been sent tales of a millenia, then you will recognize most of that. Thats how Scott's story started 4 years ago. But now