[M0n:2225]
Post by charlie on May 9, 2010 22:00:29 GMT -5
The name's Astro, now don't expect this to be my goddamn biography or anything, I don't give a damn to record my whole life. This is just what I do for fun alright? There's hardly anything to do around this goddamn wasteland anyways.
It was just another mornin' in Brawl, the sky was blank as a canvas and the grounds covered in litter. Crawling out of my bed throw the covers off me and throw on a shirt and a pair of jeans. I kick open the toppled over vending machine and pull out one of dem Balto Choco Bars, shit man there's like a thousand preservatives in this thing, It's been ten goddamn weeks when i pulled these out of the packaging box.
I manage to get off my ass and crawl out my rusty shack, damn I hate going out nowadays. The streets were empty as usual, cars were crashed into convenience and drug stores. I strike a match off the concrete and light up a used cigarette, I ran out of packs a long time ago.
Traveling down the road I come accross Brawl Ave, damn this place brings back memories. This place would be packed with civilians waiting for brawlers to meet up and fight bloodthirsty battles. Delicious.
I pick a blue gem, this reminded me of a fight I once had here.
The crowds were chanting out the name of my opponent, Marckus, what goddamn baffoons. It was obviously inevitable that I would beat this bastard, when I get through with him, he'll wish he hadn't showed up.
He finally arrived, what a fucking smug bastard. He was cocky, he flipped me the bird and spit out a wad of tobacco. God I hated his attitude, he thinks he can beat me!? Ha, I wish.
"Ready to get your face pounded?"
God. This guy was laughably cheesy. I wanted to just punch him square in the face to shut him up.
Crack.
There was a large sound. The world was kinda spinning, it took me a while until I realised he had thrown a punch at me into a building. Just a flesh wound I mutter out. It's always a flesh wound. I finally got up on my feet and charged at him.
Punching him square in the face, his nose began to bleed. Pathetic. I grabbed a nearby bottle and broke the end onto his face. The crowd grew silent. Repeatedly, I began slashing his face, skin was stuck to the shards of the bottle. Children began crying in the background, adult were yelling to cut it out. Fools, they wanted a fight, they got one. I started pushing the brawler standard, I fought without honor until my hands started trembling. I was so fuckin' mad.
The sounds of the crowd ran through my ears and slowly faded away. I put down the gem and walked off. Continuing down Brawl Avenue I cursed the street all the way until I reached the next intersection. I wanted to forget it all.
It was just another mornin' in Brawl, the sky was blank as a canvas and the grounds covered in litter. Crawling out of my bed throw the covers off me and throw on a shirt and a pair of jeans. I kick open the toppled over vending machine and pull out one of dem Balto Choco Bars, shit man there's like a thousand preservatives in this thing, It's been ten goddamn weeks when i pulled these out of the packaging box.
I manage to get off my ass and crawl out my rusty shack, damn I hate going out nowadays. The streets were empty as usual, cars were crashed into convenience and drug stores. I strike a match off the concrete and light up a used cigarette, I ran out of packs a long time ago.
Traveling down the road I come accross Brawl Ave, damn this place brings back memories. This place would be packed with civilians waiting for brawlers to meet up and fight bloodthirsty battles. Delicious.
I pick a blue gem, this reminded me of a fight I once had here.
The crowds were chanting out the name of my opponent, Marckus, what goddamn baffoons. It was obviously inevitable that I would beat this bastard, when I get through with him, he'll wish he hadn't showed up.
He finally arrived, what a fucking smug bastard. He was cocky, he flipped me the bird and spit out a wad of tobacco. God I hated his attitude, he thinks he can beat me!? Ha, I wish.
"Ready to get your face pounded?"
God. This guy was laughably cheesy. I wanted to just punch him square in the face to shut him up.
Crack.
There was a large sound. The world was kinda spinning, it took me a while until I realised he had thrown a punch at me into a building. Just a flesh wound I mutter out. It's always a flesh wound. I finally got up on my feet and charged at him.
Punching him square in the face, his nose began to bleed. Pathetic. I grabbed a nearby bottle and broke the end onto his face. The crowd grew silent. Repeatedly, I began slashing his face, skin was stuck to the shards of the bottle. Children began crying in the background, adult were yelling to cut it out. Fools, they wanted a fight, they got one. I started pushing the brawler standard, I fought without honor until my hands started trembling. I was so fuckin' mad.
The sounds of the crowd ran through my ears and slowly faded away. I put down the gem and walked off. Continuing down Brawl Avenue I cursed the street all the way until I reached the next intersection. I wanted to forget it all.
