Kids and fellow TF 2 vetrans, gather around, for a tale must be told. A tale of one RED Sniper and one BLU Spy, fighting against each other it a never-ending battle. But these two were no ordinary mercenaries. You see, the Sniper of this story was named Lawrence, an old, lonely bushman who had never had someone to love. For years, he had tried searching for someone to hold, cherish. One day, something unexpected happens, something no one could have predicted. The enemy Spy, once seen as nothing more than an enemy pawn, begins to take a liking to him, as a friend and a potential soul mate. But, as many of you old timers know, Life is not that simple.
This story, a flickering light in the vast darkness of literature, was one of the greatest stories of its time. The author, Mumbling Mice, was a young, intelligent being with the intellect to amaze all of us. Through his other stories, he showed us a depth of character not found anywhere else. Smoke Wisps, one of the gems in the crown of TF 2 stories, was his magnum opus. But, as most beautiful and precious things in Life go, he faded away. Here one day, gone the next. With his last breath, he said he was ashamed of the stories he had published and had deleted them from existence. A small candle light, once bright against the darkness, had been snuffed out.
Now you have heard the story of Smoke Wisps and its creator. Perhaps one day, they will return and with their return, a new age of readers will know the magic this story gave the rest of us. These are the final words I say, a quote that speaks true to this very day:
All that is gold does not glitter,
not all those who wander are lost.
The old that is strong does not wither,
deep roots are not touched by the frost.
FanficRecs The Tale of Smoke Wisps
Kids and fellow TF 2 vetrans, gather around, for a tale must be told. A tale of one RED Sniper and one BLU Spy, fighting against each other it a never-ending battle. But these two were no ordinary mercenaries. You see, the Sniper of this story was named Lawrence, an old, lonely bushman who had never had someone to love. For years, he had tried searching for someone to hold, cherish. One day, something unexpected happens, something no one could have predicted. The enemy Spy, once seen as nothing more than an enemy pawn, begins to take a liking to him, as a friend and a potential soul mate. But, as many of you old timers know, Life is not that simple.
This story, a flickering light in the vast darkness of literature, was one of the greatest stories of its time. The author, Mumbling Mice, was a young, intelligent being with the intellect to amaze all of us. Through his other stories, he showed us a depth of character not found anywhere else. Smoke Wisps, one of the gems in the crown of TF 2 stories, was his magnum opus. But, as most beautiful and precious things in Life go, he faded away. Here one day, gone the next. With his last breath, he said he was ashamed of the stories he had published and had deleted them from existence. A small candle light, once bright against the darkness, had been snuffed out.
Now you have heard the story of Smoke Wisps and its creator. Perhaps one day, they will return and with their return, a new age of readers will know the magic this story gave the rest of us. These are the final words I say, a quote that speaks true to this very day: All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost. The old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not touched by the frost.