05-24-2007, 09:04 AM
The great outdoors was a place where most people would retreat to in order to find some solace from the endless agony of their everyday lives. Although he was a couple hundred times more powerful than the average person, Seventeen nevertheless shared such an ideology. Unfortunately for the android, his little escape just happened to be in the form of a forty-five man free-for-all. Despite the severity of the situation, the machine-hybrid was nevertheless in a state of glee.
This is so much better than having that emotional cow boss me around all day. The cyborg thought?triggering a smile to slowly spread across his pallid countenance. In reality, the android could be undergoing several root canals and simultaneously be subjected to an unending supply of Ashley Simpson music and that still wouldn?t be as bad as dealing with Paige and her damn hormones.
With a grin on his face, the android took a running start and leaped over a relatively small creek that was winding through the thinning patch of trees that surrounded him. Up ahead, the forest completely gave way as a jungle of asphalt and concrete took hold. The smirk that had just popped up onto the visage of the onyx-haired fighter quickly eroded as he exited the amalgamation of flora.
?Mankind always has to screw things up,? the machine-hybrid whispered beneath his breath. Feeling quite melancholy about the situation at hand, Seventeen trudged his way through the concrete landscape?winding through the networks of brick and wooden infrastructure as he quietly whispered for a quick and sudden change of scenery. After a few minutes, the cyborg let out a defeated sigh and fell against a cobalt mailbox.
?This is boring,? the android muttered. After all, his tenure in last year?s tournament had started with a vibrant bang. On the other hand, he had just spent the last six hours meandering around the landscape like a giddy boy scout. Then again?running into one of the other tournament competitors could possible yield something worse than boredom: Discomfort and bleeding.
If the last Dante?s Abyss had taught the android anything, it was that receiving injuries was a complete and total bitch. A blond-haired bitch had shot him in the stomach with a shotgun in the last competition, and because of her being such a jackass, Seventeen spent over twenty-four hours dragging his bleeding ass all over the island. The worst part about the injury was that the cyborg had sustained it from helping his friends fight against ridiculous odds.
After having to go through that hell, there was no way in hell the cyborg was going to bother teaming up en masse. Such a decision was the only method through which the android would be able to truly test his abilities and guile. Aside from that, the cyborg figured that one guy would be a lot harder to track down than six people meandering through the forest.
In the end, the bottom line was survival, because once the android was booted from the island he would have to face something more scary and intimidating than any warrior the good ole people at Dante could collect?fatherhood.
This is so much better than having that emotional cow boss me around all day. The cyborg thought?triggering a smile to slowly spread across his pallid countenance. In reality, the android could be undergoing several root canals and simultaneously be subjected to an unending supply of Ashley Simpson music and that still wouldn?t be as bad as dealing with Paige and her damn hormones.
With a grin on his face, the android took a running start and leaped over a relatively small creek that was winding through the thinning patch of trees that surrounded him. Up ahead, the forest completely gave way as a jungle of asphalt and concrete took hold. The smirk that had just popped up onto the visage of the onyx-haired fighter quickly eroded as he exited the amalgamation of flora.
?Mankind always has to screw things up,? the machine-hybrid whispered beneath his breath. Feeling quite melancholy about the situation at hand, Seventeen trudged his way through the concrete landscape?winding through the networks of brick and wooden infrastructure as he quietly whispered for a quick and sudden change of scenery. After a few minutes, the cyborg let out a defeated sigh and fell against a cobalt mailbox.
?This is boring,? the android muttered. After all, his tenure in last year?s tournament had started with a vibrant bang. On the other hand, he had just spent the last six hours meandering around the landscape like a giddy boy scout. Then again?running into one of the other tournament competitors could possible yield something worse than boredom: Discomfort and bleeding.
If the last Dante?s Abyss had taught the android anything, it was that receiving injuries was a complete and total bitch. A blond-haired bitch had shot him in the stomach with a shotgun in the last competition, and because of her being such a jackass, Seventeen spent over twenty-four hours dragging his bleeding ass all over the island. The worst part about the injury was that the cyborg had sustained it from helping his friends fight against ridiculous odds.
After having to go through that hell, there was no way in hell the cyborg was going to bother teaming up en masse. Such a decision was the only method through which the android would be able to truly test his abilities and guile. Aside from that, the cyborg figured that one guy would be a lot harder to track down than six people meandering through the forest.
In the end, the bottom line was survival, because once the android was booted from the island he would have to face something more scary and intimidating than any warrior the good ole people at Dante could collect?fatherhood.
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