DragonMaster2010
Don't Let the Fall of America be Your Fall
But I thought Dante will be drinking tea and munching on biscuits...Well NT is an English studio you know.
Fish and chips, sir.
But I thought Dante will be drinking tea and munching on biscuits...Well NT is an English studio you know.
Fish and chips, sir.
Hold on, adding religion.Wait...are we this bored? Talking about sundaes?
Sure, he'll like strawberry sundaes. Who doesn't? Unless he's lactose intolerant or just doesn't like strawberries.
Now, I'm gonna sit back and wait for a flame war...
Wait...are we this bored? Talking about sundaes?
Sure, he'll like strawberry sundaes. Who doesn't? Unless he's lactose intolerant or just doesn't like strawberries.
Now, I'm gonna sit back and wait for a flame war...
Wait...are we this bored? Talking about sundaes?
Sure, he'll like strawberry sundaes. Who doesn't? Unless he's lactose intolerant or just doesn't like strawberries.
Now, I'm gonna sit back and wait for a flame war...
I liek mudkipz.
I like that pic.
Here's what a reason he could like strawberry sundaes be; (It's pretty long, and just explaining it seemed boring so...
"Back when I was fifteen or sixteen...There was this girl I knew..." Dante said that seemed like a mumble to Kat's ears. "...She use to love these things. She'd keep asking me to taste it at least once, but I'd always say no, thinking I'd never eat that sh*t..." Dante's expression turned remorseful. A look that Kat has never had the pleasure of seeing. He seemed to carry a deep loneliness as he stared into the almost empty glass. "...One day...It was raining, and...she was out late at school, working on some school project or somethin', I don't know...It was dark...and raining, and...I felt them, Kat. I felt their thirst...their thirst for young female blood that night...So I ran out to find her, but...I was too late...They got to her first..."
he clenched the glass as if it would fly out of his hand if he didn't. The rage that was in his eyes was practically burning, his teeth gritting at the very rememberence of that dark rainy night. Their were cracks forming on the glass with the sound of it breaking any moment. Kat stared at the glass, fearing that it might actually break. The grip on the glass finally relaxed in his hand as he sighed a deep sigh and continued.
"...I went to her for the last time...she whispered for one last thing...I ran straight to the place where they sold them and asked for one. I was lucky he had one ready because she'd usually come by that time...but when I finally got back...she was..." Another deep trembling sigh escaped him as he continued. "As I stood there...seeing a good friend's body there, cold and lifeless...It killed me to leave her there, but...I had no choices...As I watched the medics take her body off...all I had left of her...was the last thing she wanted before parting with this world...So I figured...Best not to let it go to waste."
And with that, Dante took one last bite of his strawberry sundae...And took one last look into cup his addiction...and his depression. "Never thought I'd come back...Guess she got me to eat one after all..."
That's how I see it.