Well done Sis_kin, I really enjoyed that 
Wow, Kitten, thats REALLY good, and heres you saying I'm better at writing than you, hah, clearly not! really well written and a great little story. Keep them coming
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Aw thanks for the sweet comment guys ^^ was fun writing it
Sweet little story there. A fun read indeed and I can piture the old man rocking back and forth
Well done Sis_kin 
I don't have too much time to read and thus I rarely read other people stories. I'm glad I read this one. It's a feel good piece as it made me feel cheery. Well done.
Makes me think of Hovis and Werther's Originals . I like it!
Thanks guys! *lol* yeah he seems like the old man in the Werther original ads
Glad you liked it 
Just something I dribbled on while I should be last minute studying for the test I'm gonna have in 2 hours...
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Oh hullo there young folks. Me name is Jack, Jack O'Leary. But now days they call me Old man Jack. Yep that's right...Ole man.. I don't mind it. I've lived my life as well as I ever could wish for. Now I'm done with adventuring, and all that I want now is sit in my good ole chair on the patio, watching the sun sinking down the hills, drinking me beer and smoking me pipe. I've got my grey beard and girth to prove me age.
Once I was young and fresh as you young heroes. I was a tank see. wielded me axe like the vikings of old, and rushed into battles like a mad berserker, ha! Those were the days. Now I lost some of that. I can still use the axe, but me hide aint as tough as it used to be. And i am calmer, much too calm people would say and doubt I ever was a tank. Why i see no reason to act first and think later. I'm no scrapper. Pah! People now days.
Anyway were was I? Yeah back in those days we were a group of hotheads mind you, and we drove the healer nuts mark me words. I had tough hide back in the days, hardly felt a blow from them trolls and aliens, what are they? er yeah them riktis. The blaster, a fine lass with hot temper could hardly wait for me to charge before she rushed in with a fireball. She was the maddest of us all, and I ended up marrying her. Yep, now you wonder who of us was really out of his rocker. Ha!
The old missus still got her temper. My my...if you dare to take a slice of her apple pie before it cools,heh.. she still can shoot a flame now and then. but her tongue burns you like the inferno she could call up back when we were young.
We had the best of days back then. We always had someone to rescue, some one to stop and things like that. We felt like Gods. No one could stop us. We ended up in hairy situations too mind you.
I remember one time. It was at the Terra Volta reactor, we were still fresh mind you, and had just earned our capes when we decided to try save that reactor from them Sky riders. It was no easy thing mark me words. First we had to get there in one piece. Terra Volta aint a friendly place. Those of us who could fly managed it very well, and me could jump great distances so I had no big troubles. But the scrapper, he was a speeder see, and as mad as a you can imagine. He would not let the healer or controller to teleport him. It upset his stomach he claimed. So he tried speeding up to the reactor. Heh! Man the missus was ready to scorch him by the time he finally came up to us.
Inside the reactor it become hairy. The place is huge, and them skyriders had managed to get their shifts inside, firing like mad at us. I have to admit I had me doubts that any of us would survive it. Me thinks the healer felt it and suggested we fall back. The scrapper wouldnt hear about it and just dashed ahead, followed by the missus, screaming like a banshee throwin flames at anything that moved. Twas madness, and all I could do was follow them and try take the blows. Well we managed to save the reactor by the skin of our teeth. Got some broken bones and cuts for show, other than that, no worse injuries.
Me think that one of our greatest moment came when we met the Freedom Phalanx and me could shake hands with Statesman. He's a good lad, not too full of himself as others in his position can be. Now I hear he is gone, or in some kind of trouble. I met Sister Psyche too. A fine lass, the thoughts that ran into my head at that time...phew. I'm glad my old missus aint a mind reader. I'm sure that Sister Psyche saw more of them than she would like to. Got a little cold with me, but can you blame a man? I still have a soft spot for that lass.
There aren't many of us still around. I heard that the controller got burned out finally. No wonder, those fire imps he called up was not sumthing you could handle with ease. At some point I figured he would loose control of them. I heard some strange tale that when he died, some alien thing merged with him. Huh that must be a shocker. I haven't seen him around, and with the little I know about the nictus or umbras I doubt he would remember me and the times we shared.
The mad scrapper is still around. I hear he is running around chopping with that broadsword of his at any waving branch in his backyard thinking it's an enemy.
The defender is around too. Visits us sumtimes and brings pictures of her grandchildren. Her and old missus gossips all night long about something that happened far back, or trade recent news.
Missus and me settled down in Croatoa. We live a simple and peaceful life. As peaceful as it can be with them redcaps causing mischief and them ghosties roamin around.
Heh! Not long ago, a group of redcaps got hold of missus cat and hanged her by the tail. Too bad they didn't finish her off. Now now, don't you call them animal rights on me. I swear to you, that cat is a beast from hell. Oh she is ever so calm and docile with the missus. but as soon as she is alone with me, she's all claws and hisses. I have the marks to show you too.
Well the missus wasn't happy when she found the cat, and ordered me to do sumthing about it. So I went out with me axe. There is no point arguing with the missus I tell you. I found them group, about to ambush a young hero that apparently was new to Croatoa. I managed to get a few hits on them before they run off. Funny little buggers them redcaps.
Well twas nice chatting with you young folks. I can hear missus screaming for me to get back for dinner. You take care now, and remember to have fun. Times like these, you really need to make much of it as possible.