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[i]May 12th, 10:00 AM[/i]
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A basketball fell and bounced along the lavish carpet as Roland stirred from his rest in a bed that was far too big for him. As an act of good will, the American government had splashed out and set, Roland up in the most luxurious hotel in New Athens, The August Hotel. In all honesty, they could have put him in any hotel with a TV and beach access and he would have been equally happy, although he couldn't lie about how comfy the bed was, even if it was unnecessarily large.

He slid out of bed and headed to the shower. As strange as it sounds, Roland still had to shower. He could, in fact, get rid of the fishy smell in place of a nicer smelling odor, and began doing this daily after he received some less than nice reactions from the general public. Shortly after showering he got dressed and left the hotel. 

Everyday he headed to the same place after waking up. [i]'Old Giuseppe's Pizzas'[/i]. This was, in fact, the very first building Roland had visited after surfacing, and the key selling point in his choice of staying in America. The familiar jingle of a wind chime rang through the air as Roland entered the business. He reached into his pocket, pulling out an old, musty leather wallet he had found on the side of a road one evening. The government gave him a monthly allowance, and he often helped the coast guard if he needed extra money or just had free time. 

He struggled to see over the counter as per usual, but hopped up and slapped down a $5 bill on the counter as he spoke out his order.
[color=6ecff6]"A single slice of pepperoni please!"[/color] He said eagerly, practically salivating in excitement. Giuseppe, a stocky elderly man with a balding head and a large black-greying moustache peered over the counter, a grin growing on his face as he knew the familiar blue creature had returned just like every other day. 
"Trying new things, are we Roland?" He chuckled, grabbing his pizza peel and scooping up the last remaining slice of a pepperoni pizza and putting it in a small box.

A look of confusion spread across Roland's face as Giuseppe spoke. He got pepperoni every day, it was only on weekends that he tried new flavours and even then it was [b]only [/b]at night
[color=6ecff6]"Giuseppe I get this same flavour every day"[/color] He said, the confusion prevalent in his voice. Giuseppe let out a laugh, taking the note and putting change where it once was, before grabbing both it and the pizza box and handing it down to Roland, who eagerly took it.
"I know, kid, just teasing you." He explained.
[color=6ecff6]"Oh, well thank you for the pizza!"[/color] Was all Roland retorted with, before turning and exiting the shop. He quickly opened the pizza box and dug into the slice inside. It had all the signs of a good day.

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[i]May 12th, 10:50PM[/i]
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Roland patted his stomach after consuming his fifth slice of pizza that day. He sat with his legs dangling off of the pier overlooking the sea. He raised his scarf over his maw, it was time to get to work. He turned and hopped onto the wooden boards of the pier, not noticing the large green figure swaying underneath the waves behind him.

As quickly as Roland had hopped off of his perch, the waves parted and a [url=http://img08.deviantart.net/7f82/i/2014/236/7/3/leviathan_the_crimson_tidehunter_by_weebasaurus-d674ua7.jpg]large beast[/url] leapt out, diving towards Roland like a missile. Quickly, Roland spun and dived out of the way, unsheathing his daggers from his belt and staring at his enemy who was considerably taller than himself. The two stared each other down before a single grumble escaped the leviathan's mouth.
[color=82ca9d][b][i]"Roy-al-ty"[/i][/b][/color] 

He charged towards Roland, who, again rolled out of the way. He honestly had no idea who this beast was or why he was attacking him. He also had no idea how he was going to beat him. He made a plan quickly, a rather bad one with a lot of risk, but a plan nonetheless. The two ran at each other, but just before the beast could grab Roland he slipped underneath through the boardwalk before appearing behind the beast and leaping onto his back, stabbing him as many times as he could before he was promptly catapulted off into a nearby hotdog stand. 

He tumbled to the ground in a mess of ketchup and relish, rolling to his feet Roland scanned the area for help, he wasn't going to come out of this unscathed, but some help would sure as hell save a few burger stands here or there.