05-24-2007, 05:05 AM
Pikkon clutched his bruised face, ?Fucking spice, where did he come from,? the green warrior thought to himself. Wiping away a small trickle of blood from above his eye he began to wonder what his next move would be. He thought it was about time he got some allies in this game, that quick battle with Spice was fun and all but could have been handled much easier if he had a little backup.
Folding up his favourite shopping bag, Pikkon placed it in his pocket. Then grabbing his duffel bag from behind a counter, he wiped if clean having been covered in dust from when it went flying as the earlier encounter had began. Unzipping the bag he pulled out a piece of bread, pulling up a chair to the counter the green warrior took a few minutes to have some food as to recover a little from that last battle.
Finishing the bread, he then found his water container in the duffel bag, taking two long swigs and finishing the bottle. Knowing that supplies where low he filled the water bottle up again, at the tap over the counter. The water helped his small headache and he now felt ready to continue with his journey.
Standing up he made sure everything was packed sturdy in the bag and then swung it over his shoulder. The sun had started to rise and it brought a comforting feeling to the green warrior as he stepped outside into the small deserted town.
Rain poured down from the heavens, it was relentless and there was an eerie feeling in the air. A slight smell of death wisped past the green warriors nose. The night had not been kind and he knew that people had fallen.
Taking a glance at dark sky Pikkon smiled, knowing that it would not be long until he had his first taste of real bloodshed in this game of survival. He then shot of in a jog with both compass and map in hand; he needed to find allies. He needed to find people he could trust if he was to survive any longer in this game.
As he ran following the map and periodically glancing at the compass he suddenly stopped. His scouter burst into life, beeping madly. Ahead he knew there where strong warrior?s, but where the friend or foe?
?Only one-way to find out,? he said to himself as he continued walking closer towards the unseen contestants.
Folding up his favourite shopping bag, Pikkon placed it in his pocket. Then grabbing his duffel bag from behind a counter, he wiped if clean having been covered in dust from when it went flying as the earlier encounter had began. Unzipping the bag he pulled out a piece of bread, pulling up a chair to the counter the green warrior took a few minutes to have some food as to recover a little from that last battle.
Finishing the bread, he then found his water container in the duffel bag, taking two long swigs and finishing the bottle. Knowing that supplies where low he filled the water bottle up again, at the tap over the counter. The water helped his small headache and he now felt ready to continue with his journey.
Standing up he made sure everything was packed sturdy in the bag and then swung it over his shoulder. The sun had started to rise and it brought a comforting feeling to the green warrior as he stepped outside into the small deserted town.
Rain poured down from the heavens, it was relentless and there was an eerie feeling in the air. A slight smell of death wisped past the green warriors nose. The night had not been kind and he knew that people had fallen.
Taking a glance at dark sky Pikkon smiled, knowing that it would not be long until he had his first taste of real bloodshed in this game of survival. He then shot of in a jog with both compass and map in hand; he needed to find allies. He needed to find people he could trust if he was to survive any longer in this game.
As he ran following the map and periodically glancing at the compass he suddenly stopped. His scouter burst into life, beeping madly. Ahead he knew there where strong warrior?s, but where the friend or foe?
?Only one-way to find out,? he said to himself as he continued walking closer towards the unseen contestants.