-Step aside, dimwits, I'll do the talking!- said Plum
Clearing her throat, she took a deep breath and pulled out a boombox from her bottomless bag- another gift from the old witch. As she turned it on, a sick beat started and the borogrove looked intrigued. And so sang Plum:
-Now this is the story all about how my life got flipped and turned upside down, and I'd like to take a minute just sit right there, I'll tell ya how we ended up in this snowy shithole of cavern.
Iiiin west Erathia, born and raised, on the purrground is where I spent most of my days, chillin' out, maxin', relaxin', all cool, and all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school when a couple of mages, they were up to no good, started making trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said "you're moving with your auntie and uncle in Hanmare".
I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said fresh and it had a dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cat was rare, but I thought nah forget it, "yo homes, to Hanmare!"
The beat came to a grinding halt when Sarkozy turned off the boombox, yelling:
-Plum! Can we get to the point?!
-Fine, you tell the story then!
Wait, OP, are we allowed to post more than once? If not, I apologize for doing it (and everyone feel free to ignore this part of the story if that's the case!)
Post edited January 12, 2018 by SpartanSloth