TotalDramaWTF

Run. Bullets ricochet overhead; their constant metal on metal sounds becoming one continuous bellow integrating with the repetitious wisps of unknown projectiles tearing past the engrossed figures. The insidious crackle of explosions enfolding into columns of destruction and black smoke erupted from a distance. Run. A symphony of reverberations seamlessly morphs into an atrocious melody; one of chaos and confusion, its jagged sounds saturating the unknown wild landscape with an ominous quality. Run. The victim’s tortured senses protest as their cries of ire become lost amidst the motion of comrades and adversaries; the mind and bod