swallowed hard and try to relax, I know the adrenaline is not good advice when looking for inspiration. I avoid looking at the stands full of spectators or TV cameras and concentrate on my instruments: ten pages with special EPRAX technology for the tournament, but surely everything is over long before the fifth, and a simple Bic pen. Many bring glitzy pens made from exotic materials to intimidate the enemy, but to me I've eaten at all, at last and after all they have a valuable these pens is the ink they carry, and that is the same for everyone.
to take another look at my opponents, it seems that I have it pretty easy. I know I should not rely, after all is the final and have come here for something, but I've won a thousand like them and I know I never have anything to offer.
He looks like a pedant, certainly leave here with several broken bones and more than a bruise. She certainly is a cheesy-looking skin is soft and delicate, I would be very sad to leave a scar on it, but I will not hesitate if I am forced to do so, because surely that kind of piety is that which has led all their opponents to fail.
I have it clear: a good defensive paragraph, three or four lines to tweak and then a devastating paragraph ends with both at once. You may also target a couple of lines, bait, or commits one or two spelling mistakes to mislead. In any case if something goes wrong I have always gone well improvise. Doubt is the fastest way to hospital.
The referee gives the signal to the presenter and it begins: "Welcome to the fourth world tournament Vuelapluma!". The show is about three hundred thousand people are burning in the stands, one of us will stand with the victory, the other two will fall between dust and blood. That's what they want is the twenty-first century arena, the culture turned into barbarism and whoever says otherwise is a hypocrite. In my case I know, I like it or not, I can not make a living any other way, I'm not good at anything else, and do not deny that sometimes I enjoy it. But it never ceases to be present fear: fear me and fear me.
deep breath and I adjust my sunglasses rectangular I do not want to see your eyes, I can not let know what I'm thinking.
The deafening noise and light of outbreaks would bother me a lot ... preferred something intimate, turn away from the madding crowd. But even writing has become a show, give the show, and, indeed, keep up. Anyway, no sweat that expensive makeup can not conceal.
I left the circus, I dragged to the center of the arena in a subtle and, to date, relatively easy. I can hardly contain the laughter as I think everything has been very feline in my head.
never thought this day would come. The truth is that I do not like the idea of \u200b\u200bwounding two of the greats, and what is worse, in the background ... two of mine. But I know the rules, can only be one ... and the girl will play.
Subject to force my Sierra at what kind of fool would think to bring a contest like this, where speed is crucial, a fine tip or pen? I just anybody, but when I realized that I still have too much faith in humans.
Are my arms? a book (do not want to expose myself to fast typing leaves blown off me), my imagination and of course ... me, the most lethal. My neck and my eyes have already toppled a few on the road. At heart, minds, hopes and dreams are not so easy to master that so I felt sorry.
And here I am, in front of two of these things are not going to put it on easy.
A my right one of those guys who are crowned alone. We must be alert. He has the gift of resilience. No doubt his parents and friends will be toady worth a thousand times for this. But despite what is very creative, in my opinion, has committed certain mistakes. Would have to think if you have enough class to be a writer. I also know I should not undervalue, is here for being infinitely more patient than me, and sure of himself, that's for sure, so we'll treat you with respect. Maybe I wet the lips slowly as he looked askance. I will put missing girl's face and a sweet smile. Why? I suspect it a complex heroic, you may feel the need to save another damsel in distress. To my left
player classic enigma. Do not want us to know what you think ... but dare not to look into my eyes. Done that already gives me a hint: I know that at the moment only one thing more than me, winning this contest. And I try, against all odds. Is one of those guys who bet strong, able to take it all or die trying. It seems rational, and extremely logical ... but I do not cheat. Your letter tells me that deep down (but not as much as he'd like to admit) is a creature of passions, impulsive and passionate. Certainly an attractive personality and dangerous ... too. Too bad. It would have been lovely in the middle of a nightclub, ... but here I am upset. And after analyzing
Focus doll, which never fail you pulse. Use the magic and sensuality as only you know it. Smile for the cameras, spectators and your opponents as ever, but without losing the style. Do not hide anything ... the more the fund is least taught. Let them do their own speculating. Often you do not win just by his successes but also failures committed by the other, you know, let alone encounter.
The attack is fast, simple, clean and deadly ... like you. Well attached to the pen, in just a few seconds will kick off.
uses his gift against them starts talking about how the moon moans closed at night, how skin smells after being bitten, how does the dawn when sipping slowly on a neck, the paths that no one travels, the the lure of the forbidden, as is sometimes go waste a diamond collecting stones ...
leave them in check ... and your imagination does the rest. ----------------------------------------------
Too much noise and light concentrate. Too stupid screaming and drooling in the stands. Too much lack of inspiration since we started the show. Why am I here? Where did I come? Are things that even I ask myself now. I just accompanied my bic pen, bitten, and no cap, light and fast. A real foil to wield against whom needed.
So far I have come across only fools and young slum. Believed they could beat me and I hardly have taken two lines cargármelos everyone. And I came without any inspiration ...
Now only three remain, mysterious type who hides her sight after a few glasses, perhaps the typical neighborhood chulito who still believes that Travolta has not gone out of fashion and is sure that no one can know what you think if we can not see his eyes. Until now it has gone well and his style is not bad, some other asshole has left bleeding from the battle and I must admit I found it funny. Knows how to kick ass people. Although make the mistake of thinking that you can use the same strategy.
She is very good, to deceive, and classy writing. I guess that would otherwise drool for it or would use a muse, but in this case is her or me, and I will not let myself be fooled by the swinging of her hips. Perhaps, like others before it, make the mistake of thinking that its delicacy and sensitivity to melt me moment and I'm going to drop our guard, but it will not. I also recognize that their jaws unhinge way makes me gross. It is a real femme fatal, have to be careful because will stop at nothing.
I can not think that the fight will be easy. Sudaremos blood and I know that every sword will be returned twice. A couple of verses, one verse ... all have their fair return and maybe even surprised me a tactic not used before.
honestly do not know why I do this or why I will face these two. I guess I fooled with the "kill or die" I've even taken a taste. But no time to think, within seconds the presenter will lower the arm and the letters begin to rain. I let my hand burn without thinking that the lyrics flow, that writing in its purest form is shown to these two to leave with their mouths open.
Unlike what I sense in them, I will not fight against these two, I will fight against myself and this will be an asset not expect ...
Three, two, one and my ears to the deafening rumble roar of the crowd.
