05-31-2008, 04:10 PM
“That's right Jane, we are now in the final hours of the sign up session of this year's highly anticipated Dante's Abyss tournament.”
“Well Dick, I think it'd be a bit of an understatement to call it highly anticipated. With some of the biggest alumni in the game's history all returning this year experts are actually anticipating ratings that could go as high as MATCHING last year's American Idol finale.”
“Wow, now that would be impressive!”
A stirring of excitement swirled within the crimson haired Konat as he turned away from the wall mounted television. He'd waited an entire year for his second chance at glory in Earth's most famed survival extravaganza, and twelve months of playing the agonizing waiting game had sparked a newfound motivation in the warriors being.
Rising from his bar stool Tapion took a brief moment to survey the atmosphere around him. This would be the last time he'd ever blend in with such common folk again. In only a few days time when he returned from outlasting the most famed fighters in the cosmos he'd never be able to go anywhere without being hounded by mobs of his soon to be establish rabid fanbase. A grin crept upon the warrior's visage as he pictured his victory already.
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Arriving at the nearly deserted DA sign up station Tapion only had to wait a few moments in line before being called up by a slender women behind a table clustered with paperwork.
“Name please,” she inquired without making direct eye contact. As apparent by her unenthusiastic tone she wasn't too happy to still be taking sign ups this late into the day.
“Tapion.”
“That's your first or your last?”
“Both.” the Konat chimed in a definitive tone which the women didn't seem to appreciate.
“Well ok,” after flipping through a thin notebook she suddenly stopped in the 'T' section and pointed a bony finger to the page. “You participated last year, so we've got all your information already. If you'd be so kind as to give our home audience a demonstration of your prowess you can continue.” repositioning her finger the women now extended it in the direction of a digital camera just over her shoulder.
As a small red dot on the machine blinked red the Konat cracked a smile. “My name's Tapion, and this year I'm going to win!” as an exclamation to his bold statement the mohawked fighter clapped his hand against his chest which echoed in an loud thump. Immediately following his boast Tapion fired off a razor thin beam of ki from his index finger directly into one of the legs of the women's table.
As the table collapsed and all of her paperwork flew into the air the furious worker shouted out in an indistinguishable yelp. Assuming this was his cue to go Tapion took the liberty of walking himself over to one of four teletubes positioned only a few yards away. “This is gonna be fun.”
“Well Dick, I think it'd be a bit of an understatement to call it highly anticipated. With some of the biggest alumni in the game's history all returning this year experts are actually anticipating ratings that could go as high as MATCHING last year's American Idol finale.”
“Wow, now that would be impressive!”
A stirring of excitement swirled within the crimson haired Konat as he turned away from the wall mounted television. He'd waited an entire year for his second chance at glory in Earth's most famed survival extravaganza, and twelve months of playing the agonizing waiting game had sparked a newfound motivation in the warriors being.
Rising from his bar stool Tapion took a brief moment to survey the atmosphere around him. This would be the last time he'd ever blend in with such common folk again. In only a few days time when he returned from outlasting the most famed fighters in the cosmos he'd never be able to go anywhere without being hounded by mobs of his soon to be establish rabid fanbase. A grin crept upon the warrior's visage as he pictured his victory already.
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Arriving at the nearly deserted DA sign up station Tapion only had to wait a few moments in line before being called up by a slender women behind a table clustered with paperwork.
“Name please,” she inquired without making direct eye contact. As apparent by her unenthusiastic tone she wasn't too happy to still be taking sign ups this late into the day.
“Tapion.”
“That's your first or your last?”
“Both.” the Konat chimed in a definitive tone which the women didn't seem to appreciate.
“Well ok,” after flipping through a thin notebook she suddenly stopped in the 'T' section and pointed a bony finger to the page. “You participated last year, so we've got all your information already. If you'd be so kind as to give our home audience a demonstration of your prowess you can continue.” repositioning her finger the women now extended it in the direction of a digital camera just over her shoulder.
As a small red dot on the machine blinked red the Konat cracked a smile. “My name's Tapion, and this year I'm going to win!” as an exclamation to his bold statement the mohawked fighter clapped his hand against his chest which echoed in an loud thump. Immediately following his boast Tapion fired off a razor thin beam of ki from his index finger directly into one of the legs of the women's table.
As the table collapsed and all of her paperwork flew into the air the furious worker shouted out in an indistinguishable yelp. Assuming this was his cue to go Tapion took the liberty of walking himself over to one of four teletubes positioned only a few yards away. “This is gonna be fun.”
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