Here I go?

[monkey]

Well Im just going to write. You give ideas, I may include them in the plot or if they give me good idea's I can spin this into a good story.


His feet sank into the warm sun baked sand as he slowly made step by step across the desert. It was a hot day, He though to himself. "It's always a damn hot day." He grumbled and tossed around in his mind weather he should allow himself a little bit more dried meat at the next meal break. He had been thinking about that for an hour since there really is nothing else to think about these kind of things. He decided (after a good 5 minute contemplation) To drink another half cup of water from his reserve. The boys name was Merro, an odd name for a boy but he was an odd person, A wanderer of the great deserts were few wander. In search of great artifacts of the past in order to make enough to settle down someday. But merro likely never would settle down. He liked to wander and find the strange wreckage of the old peoples. Merro plopped down on the sand and brought his one gallon jug up to his mouth. It used to contain something called "Arizona Green Tea" He knew what green tea was but he was not sure what arizona was. It must be some innovation from the old times. The only thing Merro really cared about was that it held a good amount of water. Along with his other 4 smaller bottles which the labels had long worn off. Brushing off some sand from his pants as he stood up. He saw a small gray dot to the west.
After his hard walking he was not greeted by a small village with water or some mysterious trader, But a crumpled peace of artillery half sunken into the sand. It was had probley been dug up long ago, And since refitted and used in the three wars. The gun did not interest him, Since such thing was a common sight. But what did interest him was the corner of something wood sticking from the sand. The scooping motion of uncovering artifacts from the sand was familiar to him. And soon the crate was exposed. Merro was not one to waste time being carful about things so he picked up a peace of metal laying on the sand and bashed open the crate. This time wishing he been more careful as 30 two inch artillery shells spilled out of the crate. "Now that is what I'm talking about" He stuffed 4 shells is his backpack, He wish he could carry more because these would get a good price. Ammo was rare and wanted in the desert, Ever since the trade roads from the north were cut off. He dug more encouraged by his find. And came up with a Flask, A kevlar vest (Which the secrets to producing had been lost) And a few gold badges from the officers remains which might fetch 5 gallons of water and a pound of dried meet at a good market. That is if he noticed the the man behind him stab a needle into the back of his neck. Because suddenly his thoughts had slowed, and the world began to spin and slowly turn black.

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LOL WUT?

[The Desert Fox]

Fairly good writing, but I'd like to see greater development.

[monkey]

A, shut the fuck up.

B, You sound like my teacher lol, The problem is I start a shitload of stories but I never finish them.