Okee-doke, folks. I’ve wasted enough time sitting on the Prologue. Now, please enjoy the first chapter (or as we’re gonna start calling them around here, level) of SideScroller.
Thanks again for all of your awesome, sexy support!
Spryte finally (slowly) turned his head to look at Falcor. While still holding up the ring box, Spryte’s other hand moved to the remote control fastened to his belt. He flicked the switch into the OFF position. With a baritone hum, the lights in Falcor’s eyes went out and he stood very still.
