05-22-2007, 04:39 AM
Kami wandered out of the barraks, he was bored from sitting around and doing nothing. Maybe the library would give him a chance to learn something useful. He'd been in DA before, so he figured he might thumb through all the information he could.
It was more of an indulgance to read about past contests, seeing if his name popped up on occasion, who the former winners ended up being. He even remembered the time he rode in a car with Reijin and someone else, toting huge guns running across vast wastelands.
The books began to pile up infront of the old Namek. He almost looked like he belonged under a stack of text, gaining more wisdom with his age. He flipped through the history information some more, then decided it would be useful to read up on the various weapons.
The weapon book wasn't as big as the others, but just as useful. He reminiced about the shitty weapons he's seen, and some of the more useful ones. Ki rifles, shotguns, swords, medic kits, spoons, combs, bricks, sticks, axes, anything that could be scrounged up. The book went from silverwear to full blown chainguns, all various weapons for the deadly game. Then there was mention of the collars every combatant wore. Goddamn collars... Kami thought to himself, he had never been a fan of those things.
It was more of an indulgance to read about past contests, seeing if his name popped up on occasion, who the former winners ended up being. He even remembered the time he rode in a car with Reijin and someone else, toting huge guns running across vast wastelands.
The books began to pile up infront of the old Namek. He almost looked like he belonged under a stack of text, gaining more wisdom with his age. He flipped through the history information some more, then decided it would be useful to read up on the various weapons.
The weapon book wasn't as big as the others, but just as useful. He reminiced about the shitty weapons he's seen, and some of the more useful ones. Ki rifles, shotguns, swords, medic kits, spoons, combs, bricks, sticks, axes, anything that could be scrounged up. The book went from silverwear to full blown chainguns, all various weapons for the deadly game. Then there was mention of the collars every combatant wore. Goddamn collars... Kami thought to himself, he had never been a fan of those things.

