Quinn, sweating from the current battle, thought hard about his life. This might be the last time. He lay pinned by a pool of sticky, sweet maple syrup. Waffle King floated overhead, his weapons at the ready. He planned to make Quinn suffer.

For the past 5 years, Quinn sought to become powerful. After arriving to the Internet, everything had been stripped from him. The Internet alienated him from his friends and family. Ashamed to ever make his presence known to his family again, he hid amongst the commoners of DSiPaint. He lived a quiet life, while befriending the local denizens. Eventually, his past caught up with him.

Waffle King was an assassin who hailed from the Breakfast Galaxy. His main method of killing was his syrup abilities. He could manipulate the stuff, from molding objects or encasing, he was deadly. It`s rumored those abilities helped him get the crown when the then current king choked on his pancake. Though a king, he was bored often and hated to sit around all day. He considered killing a hobby. Quinn would be 9001th being to die by his hands.

Quinn figured though uneventful, he had an okay life. If he died now, it`d be okay. Waffle King poised his arm, ready to deal the finishing blow.

But wait! There may be hope left. Quinn struggled to escape his pool of amber that kept him down. He could win this fight yet...

To be continued.