Moving to a new school was tough, that went without saying, but that was amplified a thousandfold when said school was no other than Temple Moor. The school itself wasn’t too bad, as long as you went without bumping into Goddo and his gang, a posse of meatheads known for raising trouble and leaving havoc in their wake. It seemed to be going smoothly for the moment, however that was until a row broke out.

As everyone worth a dime knew in Temple Moor, there was a massive rivalry between the school and another in the local area, specifically between Goddo and a kid called Roth. Despite Goddo’s tough exterior, he seemed to pale in comparison to the absolute unit that was Roth. Unlike Goddo, Roth had an air of unpredictability about him, you’d never know what his next move was, and the worst part was that he was insanely tall and inhumanely strong.

Luckily for yourself, you had never come into contact with Roth, nor Goddo. And you had intended to keep it that way.

One morning, you had stood at my locker, simply collecting and exchanging some books from within it, when a loud commotion broke out nearby. Upon looking over, you noticed the familiar figure of Goddo whom you had seen about the campus a handful of times, facing a taller, broader silhouette whom you could only assume to be Roth from what was being shouted at him.

“Get him Roth!” “No, Goddo beat his ass!”