quote J Baliski

sorry mate, I think your only allowed 1 story running at a time! and an academy is a story.....

quote J Baliski

I started mine a couple of days ago and the only other one was the Harries academy that was near the end, the day after my first big, successful update, there are like 4 new academys on the forum, and some of them were using my application code!

A hazy, red shimmering sun set behind the scrag of clouds puffing across the balmy summer sky. Light breezes, the zephyr of the moor, brushed through the tall grasses. Perhaps, at the very height of Britain’s summer, it was approaching kebab time, spilling out onto the streets were the raucous walking fracas in potential, wobbling precariously out onto the tarmac. It was only a short while before someone suggested dressing up as nuns and doing the moonwalk. At the back of the group, a small, hunched figure shuffled in a too big leather jacket and Wellington boots, holding a half-empty pint glass more steadily than the rest, with a packet of salted peanuts poking out of a pocket. Sniffing, he tipped the remainder of the glass down the drain, downed the peanuts, dropped it behind him and sauntered of down an alley.


“Shit man, just calm it down, what’ve I done?”

Once lush grass had yellowed on the football pitch, a yellow dog-piss mark highlighted the rickety goalposts. Six months time and everything would be a shade of brown, spattered with mud and swirled with the studs and arses of many. Now, there were only a few scuff marks left behind by the kids who frequented the park during the day, three-and-in or headers-and-volleys the dish of the day. By now, it was the tracksuited fraternity who huddled in the corner by the grandstand, passing round a felonious dog-end. Low voices, a harsh laugh. One turns and points at a dark silhouette outlined against the sunset on the moors.


Don’t bullshit me, kiddo, who the hell have you been talking to?

quote Tom219

Aido, you aren't allowed to advertise an SOMS in this thread.