Sorry, it kinds of loses something in the interpolation here. Not sure what to do about that.&nbsp;<br /><br />Well, here we go again folks! I've got enough chapters going on here that I've decided to reboot So How Does Your Costume Fit 2. I've been casting around for a new name to give it, preferably something better, but haven't come up with anything yet. We'll have to see what develops.&nbsp;<br /><br />To all my fans, thank you for being so patient with me. I do this for fun, you know, and to no set schedule so my postings can be...erratic to say the least. Thank you for checking in with me from time to time and leaving your comments. Believe it or not, I do read them and enjoy them immensely, as it is my only way of telling whether you guys like the piece or not. Don't be afraid to leave a comment! I don't bite...well at least, not often.&nbsp;<br /><br />Kidding aside, I hope you enjoy this new work in progress, and to those of you worried about my burnout with the Dragon and Unicorn postings, be assured that I am working on a new chapter on that, but I have to fully map out where the third part is going to go. Don't expect anything in the near future though!<br /><br />For now, Enjoy!<br /><br />Next: &nbsp;<br /><span class="shadow-holder" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-id="639632711" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="https://snore23.deviantart.com/art/Prologue-639632711" data-sigil="thumb" class="thumb lit" onmouseover="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.hover(this, true)" onmouseout="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.out(this)"><i></i><img class="lit" src="https://st.deviantart.net/minish/main/defaulttag2.png"><span class="wrap" style="width: 150px"><q>
        <strong>Prologue</strong>PROLOGUE<br />A quiet wind blew through twisted, smoking ruins. Shops and apartment complexes that had stood for fifty years were now gutted, all their merchandise and furnishings turned to ash from the heat of the blazes. Outside, the street was littered with glass fragments, bullet casings, torched cars, scattered rocks and broken bottles. Here and there splashes of blood turned a wall or the door of a car black. Astonishingly, a single street lamp had evaded destruction. Though tilted as if it had been hit by a car, it continued to glow, creating a pool of light that stretched into the street. It was frightening, the scale of destruction in a formerly quiet section of town.<br />A police cruiser traveled slowly down the street, its searchlight running over the buildings and cars. Inside the vehicle were the forms of three cops, two in the front and one in the back. The shadowed form in the passenger seat came into brief relief under the flickering light. It revealed a youth of about twenty ye</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span>