Killstreak Von Leetus was walking up the mountainside. He had absolutely no reason to, but somehow felt compelled to scope the area out, as if some higher power was guiding him towards an opponent. It was a very weird feeling, but he didn't think much of it. It was not beyond him to imagine that the gods themselves wanted him to kick ass and take names.
A red arrow popped up in front of him, and he knew that it would guide him to the place he needed to go. So why bother paying attention, right? His mind drifted as his body strolled towards the objective on it's own. He wasn't yet used to his new stats. What was up with the "Status: Noncontestant" thing? Why was his so-called background story summarized at the bottom? It should have least been six pages, or a book! "The life of Killstreak Von Leetus" - It should have said. But no, there it was, a small and peckish summary that would have shamed even the lowest of entities. It made him sick to the stomach. The first thing he would do once he conquered this realm, would be to sort that out. Surely someone, somewhere, held such power. There must be some kind of Gamebreaker residing within the realm? Right?.. Man, those guys. Most people hated them with a passion, the way they loopholed stats and world logic, but not Killstreak. In fact, his golden revolvers were the result of a long-time investment into a Gamebreaker. The guy had an accident after that though, and wasn't able to tell anyone about it. Such a shame. Really.
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Some kind of weird music emitted throughout the sky. Killstreak wasn't sure if he was the only one who could hear it. Must be the stage theme. The presence of it could only mean.. He slipped back to attention, and sure enough, standing right in front of him, was the biggest woman he'd ever seen. Not counting that one time in Margarine Valley when he had to..- Let's not get into details.
Killstreak walked right up to her, placing himself less than a meter from her feet, looked up and said; "Wow. Such size. Much woman."
A red arrow popped up in front of him, and he knew that it would guide him to the place he needed to go. So why bother paying attention, right? His mind drifted as his body strolled towards the objective on it's own. He wasn't yet used to his new stats. What was up with the "Status: Noncontestant" thing? Why was his so-called background story summarized at the bottom? It should have least been six pages, or a book! "The life of Killstreak Von Leetus" - It should have said. But no, there it was, a small and peckish summary that would have shamed even the lowest of entities. It made him sick to the stomach. The first thing he would do once he conquered this realm, would be to sort that out. Surely someone, somewhere, held such power. There must be some kind of Gamebreaker residing within the realm? Right?.. Man, those guys. Most people hated them with a passion, the way they loopholed stats and world logic, but not Killstreak. In fact, his golden revolvers were the result of a long-time investment into a Gamebreaker. The guy had an accident after that though, and wasn't able to tell anyone about it. Such a shame. Really.
*DAAAAAA DATADATA DAAAAAAA DATATADAAAA DUUUUUUNNN*
Some kind of weird music emitted throughout the sky. Killstreak wasn't sure if he was the only one who could hear it. Must be the stage theme. The presence of it could only mean.. He slipped back to attention, and sure enough, standing right in front of him, was the biggest woman he'd ever seen. Not counting that one time in Margarine Valley when he had to..- Let's not get into details.
Killstreak walked right up to her, placing himself less than a meter from her feet, looked up and said; "Wow. Such size. Much woman."