06-02-2007, 07:12 AM
Bardock, mighty saiyan warrior, had been felled, cut down in his amble. His slayer? A rock, which the fighter had tripped over. Head scrambled and feeling a little bit defeated by this worthy adversary, the black-haired brawler let himself flop loose. His eyelid woozily opened and closed as he contemplated sleeping off his splitting headache.
After some time, a curious little critter of a squirrel cautiously approached, sniffing the great hunk of flesh.
Bardock?s face screwed up in annoyance behind his sunglasses.
?Go away,? he managed lazily, his lips dragging over the ground. The squirrel retreated in shock for a bit, but boldly advanced once more. With the least effort possible, the saiyan flipped himself onto his back, away from the prying eyes of the woodland creature. But the animal would not be dissuaded from its trepidation. It hopped up onto Bardock?s chest-plate and sat on its haunches, wondering what manner of funny thing this saiya-jin was.
The warrior raised a finger and jabbed it at the squirrel.
?I?m not teaming up with you,? he slurred, and then pointed at himself. ?Because I?I?m gonna win this. Yep.? His finger turned around. ?You?you?re just going to die?or something??
Bored, the squirrel hopped away, in search of nuts?or something?
Bardock couldn?t really tell at what point he drifted off into slumber under the warm afternoon sun. He left himself greatly vulnerable to any who were on the prowl for weakened players, but it was possibly the kick in the ass he needed to get back on track.
Dream world again.
?HEY!?
Bardock stirred, feeling himself being lifted off the ground by invisible hands. His body straightened into a standing position, then hung limply, as if bound by chains.
?Wake up, dumb ass!?
OOF!
A fist struck him sharply across the jaw, sending his head rebounding. When the fighter could focus again, he saw all the bodies of the people he had shot. A finger beckoned his line of sight up until he came face to face with, surprise, himself.
?What the hell are you doing? You?re fucking up out there!? the clone Bardock growled angrily, motioning to some far off place.
?I?m going crazy,? he protested weakly. His double smacked him across the face again.
?Not really. I?m a manifestation of your survival instinct and latent determination,? the clone stated point blank. ?And I?m telling you that you?re not crazy. You?ve suffered minor brain trauma, but nothing a hardhead like you can?t ignore. You?ve taken worse knocks than that. Weak sauce!?
Bardock couldn?t figure out when he?d ever used the phrase ?weak sauce,? but he was definitely making sense.
?Shake it off, and go out there and do what you do best: kick some ass!?
With that final sentiment, the clone Bardock grabbed the real Bardock, and flung him high into the air, out of dream world.
Back on Dante, a coal black eye opened, burning with renewed strength.
After some time, a curious little critter of a squirrel cautiously approached, sniffing the great hunk of flesh.
Bardock?s face screwed up in annoyance behind his sunglasses.
?Go away,? he managed lazily, his lips dragging over the ground. The squirrel retreated in shock for a bit, but boldly advanced once more. With the least effort possible, the saiyan flipped himself onto his back, away from the prying eyes of the woodland creature. But the animal would not be dissuaded from its trepidation. It hopped up onto Bardock?s chest-plate and sat on its haunches, wondering what manner of funny thing this saiya-jin was.
The warrior raised a finger and jabbed it at the squirrel.
?I?m not teaming up with you,? he slurred, and then pointed at himself. ?Because I?I?m gonna win this. Yep.? His finger turned around. ?You?you?re just going to die?or something??
Bored, the squirrel hopped away, in search of nuts?or something?
Bardock couldn?t really tell at what point he drifted off into slumber under the warm afternoon sun. He left himself greatly vulnerable to any who were on the prowl for weakened players, but it was possibly the kick in the ass he needed to get back on track.
Dream world again.
?HEY!?
Bardock stirred, feeling himself being lifted off the ground by invisible hands. His body straightened into a standing position, then hung limply, as if bound by chains.
?Wake up, dumb ass!?
OOF!
A fist struck him sharply across the jaw, sending his head rebounding. When the fighter could focus again, he saw all the bodies of the people he had shot. A finger beckoned his line of sight up until he came face to face with, surprise, himself.
?What the hell are you doing? You?re fucking up out there!? the clone Bardock growled angrily, motioning to some far off place.
?I?m going crazy,? he protested weakly. His double smacked him across the face again.
?Not really. I?m a manifestation of your survival instinct and latent determination,? the clone stated point blank. ?And I?m telling you that you?re not crazy. You?ve suffered minor brain trauma, but nothing a hardhead like you can?t ignore. You?ve taken worse knocks than that. Weak sauce!?
Bardock couldn?t figure out when he?d ever used the phrase ?weak sauce,? but he was definitely making sense.
?Shake it off, and go out there and do what you do best: kick some ass!?
With that final sentiment, the clone Bardock grabbed the real Bardock, and flung him high into the air, out of dream world.
Back on Dante, a coal black eye opened, burning with renewed strength.
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
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