Phantasy Star Online Fan Fiction!, All PSO stories accepted!!

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I resent flamers. I shall have no such thing here. Everybody counts provided they are sensible. I have brought up the subject of PSO stories because I like them. Other stories are very much welcome too but I wouldnt mind a couple of PSO fan fiction too. I will enter my own in hope to inspire some of you to write!

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The diary of the son of dark falz.

Renor is just a teenager, he does what all other teenagers do or want to do; slob around in bed till noon and then get up and complain about a younger brother hogging the games console. His life is near enough to this, the problem is that he is the son of Dark Falz, so his life can get a little hairy at times. He doesn’t really have a younger brother; if he did he would string him up by his toes outside on a boulder.

Tuesday 6th June.
I suppose my intro was quite good, well I thought it was anyway. If you didn’t like it come and say it to my face! HA you couldn’t find me anyway because I’m like the needle in the haystack that you would sit on and prick yourself whilst making out with your fancier. Anyway I would love to do what you do, and you would (I think) love what I do. I’m on all the headlines for killing important persons in the military, my father Dark Falz got that little girl Red Ring Rico, my Uncle Olga Flow, well he got Heathcliff Flowen. I call him Uncle Olga because he was made by my father so I see him as family. But he’s dead now, I feel pretty angry and it’s going to be a long time before my father fully re-incarnates. I’m sure you’d be angry if you were in the same position and it doesn’t stop there!! NO!! The pain they or you like to inflict carries on, you took out my father and my uncle and still the wolves of your government want more blood. To be precise, my blood. Well, I don’t feel much like donating my self to the ends of your guns. I’m sure you wouldn’t either but your being paid a lot of money to put pay to me.
I just want a normal life, sleeping in till late, watching T.V and eating junk food. However I can’t help the need for a little plundering now and then heh, heh, hehe…
A-hem... Sorry. I some how get the feeling that you aren’t really that afraid of me, am I right. Well you should be, I am no different from any hunter, ranger or force around you, I could be anyone. But instead of watching T.V I tend to find that I am all over the news, and documentaries. I hate this publicity, how am I meant to keep a secret Identity if the camera crews follow me about? (Note to self – devour camera crew…) if your listening to this, please continue deeper into my layer and you will find the next instalment. Some people may advise you to quit while you’re ahead but if your any hunter the thought of levelling up or finding a rare item will keep drawing you nearer to me. It’s your own stupid fault if we get off on the wrong foot and I eat you, but you never know, we may get along just fine…