#sw.starter

      He pressed his hand against his rain-soaked forehead, and scowled at the grey cloud that hung above in the sky. He hated rain. No! He despised it. He hated the smell, the cool feeling of water droplets on his skin, and he most defiantly hated how it made everything... wet. That had to be the worst part. “What do I have to do to make you stop raining for one month?” He mumbled to no one in particular. “All I want i just one goddamn rainless month.”

‘    want to know what i hate? wasters. food, drinks... you paid good money for that, so why would you throw it away? loyalty too, but you know... let’s leave that for another day, huh?   ’