IzurichAbout second characters: do they have to be kindred spirits? Because I have a few ideas for characters, but they wouldn't make any sense as Michael's kindred spirits.
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I think I need a new razor. Shaving feels like rubbing a slightly pointy eraser against my face five times.
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It sounds like God is taking a piss on my house outside
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Just noticed that my total amount of reactions recieved is equal to the amount of reactions given. Perfectly balanced, as all things should be.
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In normal circumstances, Michael would have let out a sarcastic remark in response to Bowser welcoming him into his "army". However, these were not normal circumstances. For one, Bowser looked like he could rip him to shreds in seconds. Two, they were the only allies he had in this new world, and he didn't want to get on their bad side. In Michael's criminal career, he learned early on that sometimes, you had to know when to suck up to people. So, he didn't say anything, and only gave a nod when Bowser acknowledged him. Let's just hope he doesn't screw me over like Devin Weston and the FIB did.
Looking ahead, he could see that there were three paths going forward, and took in the details on each of them. Hm...if I had to guess, I'd say that the middle one looks the safest...don't know what all those creatures are, but they don't look too healthy. As he listened in to Bowser talking to a newcomer that he hadn't noticed before, some sort of...weird mutant cat thing, he looked back to the creatures that lined the road. So, that's what they look like when they're brainwashed? Good to know. Apparently, these things were once Bowser's minions, and he was yelling at them to shake off the mind control. No idea what Kirby did to free us, but I don't think that's gonna cut it...
Meanwhile, the schizophrenic cowboy from earlier decided to go off on the most intimidating looking path, to nobody's surprise. Yeah, have fun, pal. Watch out for deathclaws. Something that he did find interesting was that when he asked for payment, Bowser offered him a lump of gold. I wouldn't mind some of that...but, I mean, do I really need it? Turning his attention away from him, he noticed that the anime-looking robot- Blazermate...weird name- seemed to be beckoning to him to join her on Bowser's shoulders. The idea of riding around on someone else sounded a bit off to him, but at the same time, he really didn't want to go hiking in dress shoes and while carrying around a .50 cal. So, with a shrug, he walked up to Bowser.
"Excuse me. Gonna climb up, if you don't mind." With that, he climbed up his shell, until he was near to where Blazermate was. Looking over his shoulder, he scanned the terrain. "I could probably get a good shot from up here, but you might want to cover your ears first. Although, it'll probably be overkill for these things." He said towards Bowser.
Looking ahead, he could see that there were three paths going forward, and took in the details on each of them. Hm...if I had to guess, I'd say that the middle one looks the safest...don't know what all those creatures are, but they don't look too healthy. As he listened in to Bowser talking to a newcomer that he hadn't noticed before, some sort of...weird mutant cat thing, he looked back to the creatures that lined the road. So, that's what they look like when they're brainwashed? Good to know. Apparently, these things were once Bowser's minions, and he was yelling at them to shake off the mind control. No idea what Kirby did to free us, but I don't think that's gonna cut it...
Meanwhile, the schizophrenic cowboy from earlier decided to go off on the most intimidating looking path, to nobody's surprise. Yeah, have fun, pal. Watch out for deathclaws. Something that he did find interesting was that when he asked for payment, Bowser offered him a lump of gold. I wouldn't mind some of that...but, I mean, do I really need it? Turning his attention away from him, he noticed that the anime-looking robot- Blazermate...weird name- seemed to be beckoning to him to join her on Bowser's shoulders. The idea of riding around on someone else sounded a bit off to him, but at the same time, he really didn't want to go hiking in dress shoes and while carrying around a .50 cal. So, with a shrug, he walked up to Bowser.
"Excuse me. Gonna climb up, if you don't mind." With that, he climbed up his shell, until he was near to where Blazermate was. Looking over his shoulder, he scanned the terrain. "I could probably get a good shot from up here, but you might want to cover your ears first. Although, it'll probably be overkill for these things." He said towards Bowser.
I'm gonna see how long it takes for Michael to start complaining about the lack of air conditioning. Or fast food. Or cars.
Well, that should do it.
By the time everyone had begun introducing themselves, Michael was only half-listening, his mind instead occupied on the bizarre sights in the distance. What he saw had killed any hope that he was still in San Andreas, or on Earth for that matter. It looked as if someone had ripped pieces from different worlds, and sewn them into some sort of inter-dimensional tapestry. He could even see what looked like cities in the distance, but nothing that resembled Los Santos. Once Bowser had begun his speech, he turned his attention to the sun- or rather, suns. One was normal, the other was...decidedly not as normal. So this is what that light was? Turning to face the rest of the group, he listened to the rest of Bowser's speech. So, that pink thing is Kirby, and were all being brainwashed to attack it. And now, we're stuck here...shit.
His thoughts immediately jumped to home. Is my family out there? Shit, what about Frank and Trevor? They were right next to me when we all got swept away, but they're not here...where'd they go? Maybe they're still brainwashed, like I was. He shuddered at the thought of it. If they were brainwashed like he and the rest of these people was, it would mean they would have to fight. He had personally helped train Franklin, and Trevor was...well, Trevor. It wouldn't be an easy fight, but...
He turned back to see that everyone was starting to head out. If there's more brainwashed people out there, I won't make it far alone. Although he knew nothing about most of these people, he could at least trust them to not kill him right away. If human history was anything to go buy, there was nothing that brought people together quite like a common enemy. With that, he began to walk with the group, lugging the sniper on his back. Soon, he remembered that he had forgotten to introduce himself. Walking closer to the group, he raised his voice.
"Well, I'm Michael... Michael De Santa, if any of you wanted to know. Y'know, since it looks like we're all working together now."
His thoughts immediately jumped to home. Is my family out there? Shit, what about Frank and Trevor? They were right next to me when we all got swept away, but they're not here...where'd they go? Maybe they're still brainwashed, like I was. He shuddered at the thought of it. If they were brainwashed like he and the rest of these people was, it would mean they would have to fight. He had personally helped train Franklin, and Trevor was...well, Trevor. It wouldn't be an easy fight, but...
He turned back to see that everyone was starting to head out. If there's more brainwashed people out there, I won't make it far alone. Although he knew nothing about most of these people, he could at least trust them to not kill him right away. If human history was anything to go buy, there was nothing that brought people together quite like a common enemy. With that, he began to walk with the group, lugging the sniper on his back. Soon, he remembered that he had forgotten to introduce himself. Walking closer to the group, he raised his voice.
"Well, I'm Michael... Michael De Santa, if any of you wanted to know. Y'know, since it looks like we're all working together now."
Oof, looks like I missed a bit. I'll have to get a post out soon.
I'll have to get a post up tomorrow, as I'm not sure I'll be able to get one up today.
Well, I'm going to go to bed, will get more posts in tomorrow.
Michael was no stranger to Mexican standoffs. It felt like not too long ago, he was shooting his way out of a four-way battle between himself, two corrupt government agencies, and a private security company. While he was trying to calm everyone down, the man in the duster was still pointing a gun at the giant turtle...dragon...thing. He held the Uzi upwards, not pointing it at anyone, but merely keeping it on hand in case things got ugly. While the two faced off, a few things happened. What looked like a wooden doll approached the lizard and tried to talk to it, referring to it as "King Bowser", and referring to himself as "Geno". The fact that something made of wood could talk at all was incredibly bizarre, but he managed to ignore that fact for the moment. Instead, he filed away the information about their names, something which would likely be useful later.
While he hoped that the standoff would end soon, it seemed unlikely, as some guy in medieval looking armor came around and started shouting nonsense about empires and samurai. If this was Los Santos, he would have dismissed the guy as being on drugs or crazy, but since it was pretty obvious at this point that they weren't in Los Santos, he might have been telling the truth. Things only got worse as another guy showed up, carrying a scythe and looking like he was getting ready to attack Bowser. He kept an eye on all of them, trying to get them to calm down whenever possible.
Just about when he was getting ready to put his gun down, duster-guy decided that it would be a good idea to fire his revolver four times at Bowser. Before he knew it, he had his Uzi trained on him, ready to take him out if necessary. Before he pulled the trigger, he looked to check on Bowser, who, to his surprise, was totally unharmed. As the duster guy started talking about killing a "deathclaw" behind them, he lowered his Uzi, letting out a sigh. Great, he's a schizophrenic. Fucking lovely. After he shot at the imaginary creature, he began calmly chatting to the others, as if the whole standoff never happened.
Bowser, clearly, wasn't over it. His sudden outburst had, to be frank, scared the shit out of Michael. Although, he couldn't say he didn't agree with him. At the very least, it seemed to have had the appropriate effect. Taking in another deep breath, Michael put his Uzi back in his suit pocket, and walked up to the duster-wearing man and others. He looked at the duster guy in particular, and spoke to him.
"You're a real charmer, pal."
While he hoped that the standoff would end soon, it seemed unlikely, as some guy in medieval looking armor came around and started shouting nonsense about empires and samurai. If this was Los Santos, he would have dismissed the guy as being on drugs or crazy, but since it was pretty obvious at this point that they weren't in Los Santos, he might have been telling the truth. Things only got worse as another guy showed up, carrying a scythe and looking like he was getting ready to attack Bowser. He kept an eye on all of them, trying to get them to calm down whenever possible.
Just about when he was getting ready to put his gun down, duster-guy decided that it would be a good idea to fire his revolver four times at Bowser. Before he knew it, he had his Uzi trained on him, ready to take him out if necessary. Before he pulled the trigger, he looked to check on Bowser, who, to his surprise, was totally unharmed. As the duster guy started talking about killing a "deathclaw" behind them, he lowered his Uzi, letting out a sigh. Great, he's a schizophrenic. Fucking lovely. After he shot at the imaginary creature, he began calmly chatting to the others, as if the whole standoff never happened.
Bowser, clearly, wasn't over it. His sudden outburst had, to be frank, scared the shit out of Michael. Although, he couldn't say he didn't agree with him. At the very least, it seemed to have had the appropriate effect. Taking in another deep breath, Michael put his Uzi back in his suit pocket, and walked up to the duster-wearing man and others. He looked at the duster guy in particular, and spoke to him.
"You're a real charmer, pal."
I'm going to start working on something now.
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