05-24-2007, 03:16 AM
The rays of the hot sun above beat down on the golden haired man who, unlike everyone else, had missed a majority of the day sleeping. He sat up and rubbed his eyes with his forearm. He immediately halted in his efforts as a he felt an immense stinging around his eyes. His skin had turned a bright red due to the harmful bashing the sun had given him all morning. It had to be just before noon by the way the sun sat, he had most certainly been at the whimsical of anyone who had passed, and it amazed him he was still in the game.
The blonde giant of a man sat up, the first step towards getting to his feet. However his body lurched as he was overwhelmed with the side effects of the toxins of the night before. A red, chunky fluid burst from his mouth soiling the ground beneath him. The liquid trapped within the crevasses of his mouth burned upon his already sunburned skin. Wiping his mouth with the backside of his hand he finally achieved his goal in standing.
As he stood, something caught his eye, it was his survival bag, and it bared the same cloth and emblems of last year?s competition. Only there was a slight difference between this year?s bag and yesteryears. Something inside the bag had forced its shape to follow it, causing the bag to be rather stretched out and rounded. Olibu opened the oddly shaped parcel, noticing familiar objects. A compass, bread, water, and a map where all in the bag, even the magical sun glasses from last year. Seeing those brought a smile to his face as he put them on and began messing with the buttons. He wondered what sorcerer they got to enchant them, they really were out of this world, Olibu?s world anyway.
He then found the culprit to the odd shape of the bag, a round globe that appeared to be made of some leather material. Olibu held it in his hands feeling the texture; he then began to apply pressure. After he had found no real use for it, he sank his teeth into the ball. Excruciating pain that comes from chipping a tooth jolted into Olibu?s nervous system through his mouth causing him to yelp in agony. It was at this point that the item had pissed him off. Olibu tossed the ball over his shoulder seeing no use of the object.
He suddenly felt a rather hard thump upon his head as the ball ricocheted off a rock and popped him one good. The attack alarmed Olibu causing him to dive face first to the ground, twirling his body, and blasting ki blasts aimlessly. Once the smoke cleared the ball sat upon the ground next to him, as if mocking him. The day had set out just as he thought, miserable and annoying.
The blonde giant of a man sat up, the first step towards getting to his feet. However his body lurched as he was overwhelmed with the side effects of the toxins of the night before. A red, chunky fluid burst from his mouth soiling the ground beneath him. The liquid trapped within the crevasses of his mouth burned upon his already sunburned skin. Wiping his mouth with the backside of his hand he finally achieved his goal in standing.
As he stood, something caught his eye, it was his survival bag, and it bared the same cloth and emblems of last year?s competition. Only there was a slight difference between this year?s bag and yesteryears. Something inside the bag had forced its shape to follow it, causing the bag to be rather stretched out and rounded. Olibu opened the oddly shaped parcel, noticing familiar objects. A compass, bread, water, and a map where all in the bag, even the magical sun glasses from last year. Seeing those brought a smile to his face as he put them on and began messing with the buttons. He wondered what sorcerer they got to enchant them, they really were out of this world, Olibu?s world anyway.
He then found the culprit to the odd shape of the bag, a round globe that appeared to be made of some leather material. Olibu held it in his hands feeling the texture; he then began to apply pressure. After he had found no real use for it, he sank his teeth into the ball. Excruciating pain that comes from chipping a tooth jolted into Olibu?s nervous system through his mouth causing him to yelp in agony. It was at this point that the item had pissed him off. Olibu tossed the ball over his shoulder seeing no use of the object.
He suddenly felt a rather hard thump upon his head as the ball ricocheted off a rock and popped him one good. The attack alarmed Olibu causing him to dive face first to the ground, twirling his body, and blasting ki blasts aimlessly. Once the smoke cleared the ball sat upon the ground next to him, as if mocking him. The day had set out just as he thought, miserable and annoying.