05-24-2007, 03:53 AM
The fish just weren?t biting. The saiyan warrior peered from his hiding spot and came to a realization that nobody was coming. He was finished camping at that area and it was time to move on. He slowly reached into his back pocket still watching, just in case somebody decided to show. The map was already torn on the left side. He picked his spot and stood up. Para lifted the leather strapped bag from the ground and ran toward his new spot.
He tore through as many species of plant he had to without getting whipped in the face. ?You know I really wish I got a machete in this thing.? It would have helped, but there was no time for talking, especially to himself.
Para?s eyes widened as he reached the zone of his choice. A large bald headed man stood in his path. Veins bulged from his head to his forearms. In his hands was a wooden baseball, in which he was clenching with dear life. The saiyan?s heart beat picked up and his thoughts went crazy. A large glob of saliva dropped in his throat with a load gulping sound.
The bat wielding warrior turned to the elderly saiyan. ?Who are you??
?My name is Paragus and I was wondering if maybe you needed a partner??
Sweat dripped down his head as he watched the unknown warrior ponder the proposal. He slowly dropped his bat from fighting position to resting. Para could tell that he still wasn?t completely sold about the saiyan.
?Listen. Im a trustworthy and noble saiyan. We are a proud race, one that doesn?t backstab or betray. I can also be of some use to you.?
Para reached behind him and slowly brought out his trump card. A bag with a large red cross emblem straight down the center. It was the weapon that Para was blessed with at the beginning of this ?game?. He was a real Clara Barton waving the med kit in front of the thinking warrior. Para couldn?t survive alone forever and he was in desperate need of a partner.
?The name is Yamu.? The warrior said dropping his guard.
Para breathed a sigh of relief and it was time to really get to know his new ally.
He tore through as many species of plant he had to without getting whipped in the face. ?You know I really wish I got a machete in this thing.? It would have helped, but there was no time for talking, especially to himself.
Para?s eyes widened as he reached the zone of his choice. A large bald headed man stood in his path. Veins bulged from his head to his forearms. In his hands was a wooden baseball, in which he was clenching with dear life. The saiyan?s heart beat picked up and his thoughts went crazy. A large glob of saliva dropped in his throat with a load gulping sound.
The bat wielding warrior turned to the elderly saiyan. ?Who are you??
?My name is Paragus and I was wondering if maybe you needed a partner??
Sweat dripped down his head as he watched the unknown warrior ponder the proposal. He slowly dropped his bat from fighting position to resting. Para could tell that he still wasn?t completely sold about the saiyan.
?Listen. Im a trustworthy and noble saiyan. We are a proud race, one that doesn?t backstab or betray. I can also be of some use to you.?
Para reached behind him and slowly brought out his trump card. A bag with a large red cross emblem straight down the center. It was the weapon that Para was blessed with at the beginning of this ?game?. He was a real Clara Barton waving the med kit in front of the thinking warrior. Para couldn?t survive alone forever and he was in desperate need of a partner.
?The name is Yamu.? The warrior said dropping his guard.
Para breathed a sigh of relief and it was time to really get to know his new ally.
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