"As you're walking towards the horizon, (Or north if you're like me in uptown New Dallas,) you would see fights everyday. Very big brawls. You'd see Greasers, or white trash with long, slicked back hair, walk up into a store. You would see either that or a Bro playing rough with some poor kid. Sometimes, you'd even see a mexican dude paying his lease for his shop, called Antonio. He's probably not the type to mess with though - you'd need a pretty solid set of acorns to be able to mess with the dude while he's paying for his stuff.
I'm Darryl Harris. I'm a 14 year old dropout, and man, did I suck at what I just did today. Maybe even worse than Antonio did when he was jumped by a Bro squad... but let's not talk about that.
The thing peculiar bout' this morning though, is that I gained something. A 10 foot long, extendable blade, that seems to come out of my wrist. Also, whenever I go to sleep, I see through the vision of someone else. I know their language, thoughts, recent memories and my memories. They always seem to be from different countries though."
Morning of April 7th, 1964
Current Possesion:
Darryl Harris of New Dallas, 11-23-41-56-11-77
Holstering Extendoblade
What to do?