"Well" Jackson said to Skallagrim "Once an American, always an American."
Jackson felt the ground shift beneath his feet. The sensation was awfully familiar: he had experienced the same thing when he said the name 'Skallagrim'. That was back when he was in his home. That was when he was still in America, where the scent of freedom was able to fill his nose and through his circulatory system, freedom flowed through his veins. The hall, however, was not free- not as much as the great land of America. Getting used to the lack of freedom in the air, Jackson needed to adjust himself. However, he was not given the opportunity.
Soon enough, Andrew Jackson was shanghai'd off to another place. The president stood at the center of a cross section between two streets.The president looked around to see the stoplights at each corner of the road. The side of the street that was larger featured several work buildings: super markets, bakeries, gas stations, restaurants, and the like. The smaller street features houses. The town itself was built in a valley, so most of the land was flat, and there were several stretches of land before reaching the mountains. It was night time, and everyone was asleep.
Though the area did not seem familiar, but Andrew knew where he was. Jackson took a short whiff of the air. It was the smell of freedom. He was home again. He was in America. But alas, he was not able to celebrate. He knew that in his position, he'd have to fight someone of equal strength to himself, and by doing so he put lives of free Americans in danger. He was lucky that he arrived at such a time, or he would have to quickly evacuate everyone.
Andrew Jackson gripped onto his M16, examining it. "Technology sure has changed since I last seen it" he remarked, scanning the gun and its workings.
"Alright!" Andrew shouted "Whoever I'm fighting, you can come out now."
Jackson felt the ground shift beneath his feet. The sensation was awfully familiar: he had experienced the same thing when he said the name 'Skallagrim'. That was back when he was in his home. That was when he was still in America, where the scent of freedom was able to fill his nose and through his circulatory system, freedom flowed through his veins. The hall, however, was not free- not as much as the great land of America. Getting used to the lack of freedom in the air, Jackson needed to adjust himself. However, he was not given the opportunity.
Soon enough, Andrew Jackson was shanghai'd off to another place. The president stood at the center of a cross section between two streets.The president looked around to see the stoplights at each corner of the road. The side of the street that was larger featured several work buildings: super markets, bakeries, gas stations, restaurants, and the like. The smaller street features houses. The town itself was built in a valley, so most of the land was flat, and there were several stretches of land before reaching the mountains. It was night time, and everyone was asleep.
Though the area did not seem familiar, but Andrew knew where he was. Jackson took a short whiff of the air. It was the smell of freedom. He was home again. He was in America. But alas, he was not able to celebrate. He knew that in his position, he'd have to fight someone of equal strength to himself, and by doing so he put lives of free Americans in danger. He was lucky that he arrived at such a time, or he would have to quickly evacuate everyone.
Andrew Jackson gripped onto his M16, examining it. "Technology sure has changed since I last seen it" he remarked, scanning the gun and its workings.
"Alright!" Andrew shouted "Whoever I'm fighting, you can come out now."