PSO fanfic (note that PSO belongs to Sega and all money earned by goes to Sega)
*intro* Well it seems that this is my first time so give me a break. Just a note, Sakkikotsu translates as Sakki (intent to kill) and Kotsu (bone). Kay. Disclaimer; I do not own PSO, sega does and all money earned by it is sent to Sega. Also note that the main character is usually the main villain. This chapter really sucks but I have no time to change it so it will have to do. Please read the other chapter's; they're much better. Alright, let's start.
The wrong role model
Chapter 1: Why we don't trust him....
Charles and Gam predicted the day would go well on Pioneer two. They eat breakfast; as usual no sugar what so ever since supplies were down. They loaded up the cargo cart; the order was the same. Some giga frames, barriers, and Frames with slots. They also put some digger slots unto the bay.
"Well dad those Forces must be having a hard time on Ragol from this order", said Gam the young boy.
"Yeah probably", replied his father Charles.
"And I heard from the blacksmith down the lot that rifles and powered-up handguns are in high demand", said a nervous Gam.
"What is your point?"
"Well maybe the principle shouldn't have chosen a ranger for the investigation and a Force just in case he dies!" Gam looked worried.
"Hmmm..." , wondered Charles (he seems very old and wise)
Just then an outbreak in the bar six blocks away startled them. It almost sounded like a war had started. Handguns fired off, the sound of sabers and daggers clashing were through the air, and a burst of Foie and Gibarta was happening at random. The two ran down the twisting three blocks till they made it to the last three which were straightaway. When they made it they saw hunters dragging back the beaten up bodies off two figures. They were androids, one a hucast the other a racast, their PCC line had been severed in a brutal way. The men dragging them were so swollen they looked they had been a punching bag in one life. In the middle of the action was a mischievous/smartass looking fonewm.
"Heh! What do you think; those narrow-minded androids could possibly be like me!?!?" daunted the Fonewm.
"I have learned all the advanced spells at a beginner's level! You!"
"You know... you are really are irritating me with your gay-ass clothes!" replied a sinister voice that sounded like evil itself.
"Newmens are really f***ing stupid! When the hell was wearing a sack-a-shit on your head popular?" he continued
"You foul-mouthed scum! I shall eradicate such an evil from the community of Pioneer two!" replied the Force (with a honorable look)
"You're the dickhead who started this just because your girlfriend is as flat a pizza!" yelled the cruel-voice.
The Fonewm gasps a moment before bringing his wand up and charging up a sort of Foie style spell.
"RAFOIE!"
An explosion occurs. The bar is gone.
No sooner is a green light nearing.
A blade of light seemingly.
It goes through the Rafoie and flies through between the newmens legs. He gives an earth shattering screech, but not for long. No sooner does he open his mouth that a figure flies through the smoke, glaring the light of two red bars. As if a dancer spun in front of the horrified Force the red glare and the figure brandishing it sweep wide. The Force falls in twain. He does not fall in one piece.
A Fonewearal in the background falls to her knees shaking.
The figure is identified: a hunter or humar to be precise.
With his weapons gone almost immediately after he slashed, he walks past the Fonewearl.
"Try going out with guys that have something behind their zippers next time" , he said laughed at her.
Charles looked but was not surprised, he knew a lot about what happened in Ragol. Gam was utterly changed from the events; he could not understand such a cruel foul-minded shithead.
"H How could he do that!?" yelled the boy
The father just walked back home.
"W Wa Wait!"
They sit now at the armor shop they do business with. It is a busy day with many customers.
"How could that bastard do that to the Force!?" yelled Gam
"It was the Force who seemed to have started it, it was the hunters choice on how to end it", replied a calm Charles
"But still! To say all those things before and after! He must be a really foul-minded guy!"
A hunter in black at the weapons shop across twitches a bit.
"Calm yourself we are at work!" ordered the father.
"Still you can't deny that he was a shithead!" yelled an outraged Gam.
"True, a shithead indeed", added the father.
The hunter in black again twitches but, this time a little more.
"He's so foul-minded I bet he was planning to rape with that Fonewearl, the bastard!" said the boy.
"Indeed probably an art passed down through his family", added the old man.
The hunter in black now gets very tense, the weapons shop owner jumps back afraid as if some unknown evil has be awoken.
"He must be a real dickhead!" said the boy
Indeed a mind as foul as a used port-o-potty in the heat of the summer", added the old man.
"THEN YOU BETTER CLEAN YOUR F***ING NECKS IF I'M SO UNBEARABLE!" yells the hunter in black.
The father and son go home...... in stretchers.
"Well son...." says the father calmly.
"Y Yes dad?" answers the son calmly.
"Now you know..."
"What?'
"Why we don't trust him"
Hunter in black walks out of the bar thinking to himself.
My name is Daniel Sakkikotsu, and as far as I am concerned I'm the biggest guy on Pioneer two! And I don't mean in size or weight ladies!
Why that (really bad word) of a principle choose the goofy-ass Force and that dickless Ranger is something only a bribe-taker would understand!
End of chapter one.
*intro* Well it seems that this is my first time so give me a break. Just a note, Sakkikotsu translates as Sakki (intent to kill) and Kotsu (bone). Kay. Disclaimer; I do not own PSO, sega does and all money earned by it is sent to Sega. Also note that the main character is usually the main villain. This chapter really sucks but I have no time to change it so it will have to do. Please read the other chapter's; they're much better. Alright, let's start.
The wrong role model
Chapter 1: Why we don't trust him....
Charles and Gam predicted the day would go well on Pioneer two. They eat breakfast; as usual no sugar what so ever since supplies were down. They loaded up the cargo cart; the order was the same. Some giga frames, barriers, and Frames with slots. They also put some digger slots unto the bay.
"Well dad those Forces must be having a hard time on Ragol from this order", said Gam the young boy.
"Yeah probably", replied his father Charles.
"And I heard from the blacksmith down the lot that rifles and powered-up handguns are in high demand", said a nervous Gam.
"What is your point?"
"Well maybe the principle shouldn't have chosen a ranger for the investigation and a Force just in case he dies!" Gam looked worried.
"Hmmm..." , wondered Charles (he seems very old and wise)
Just then an outbreak in the bar six blocks away startled them. It almost sounded like a war had started. Handguns fired off, the sound of sabers and daggers clashing were through the air, and a burst of Foie and Gibarta was happening at random. The two ran down the twisting three blocks till they made it to the last three which were straightaway. When they made it they saw hunters dragging back the beaten up bodies off two figures. They were androids, one a hucast the other a racast, their PCC line had been severed in a brutal way. The men dragging them were so swollen they looked they had been a punching bag in one life. In the middle of the action was a mischievous/smartass looking fonewm.
"Heh! What do you think; those narrow-minded androids could possibly be like me!?!?" daunted the Fonewm.
"I have learned all the advanced spells at a beginner's level! You!"
"You know... you are really are irritating me with your gay-ass clothes!" replied a sinister voice that sounded like evil itself.
"Newmens are really f***ing stupid! When the hell was wearing a sack-a-shit on your head popular?" he continued
"You foul-mouthed scum! I shall eradicate such an evil from the community of Pioneer two!" replied the Force (with a honorable look)
"You're the dickhead who started this just because your girlfriend is as flat a pizza!" yelled the cruel-voice.
The Fonewm gasps a moment before bringing his wand up and charging up a sort of Foie style spell.
"RAFOIE!"
An explosion occurs. The bar is gone.
No sooner is a green light nearing.
A blade of light seemingly.
It goes through the Rafoie and flies through between the newmens legs. He gives an earth shattering screech, but not for long. No sooner does he open his mouth that a figure flies through the smoke, glaring the light of two red bars. As if a dancer spun in front of the horrified Force the red glare and the figure brandishing it sweep wide. The Force falls in twain. He does not fall in one piece.
A Fonewearal in the background falls to her knees shaking.
The figure is identified: a hunter or humar to be precise.
With his weapons gone almost immediately after he slashed, he walks past the Fonewearl.
"Try going out with guys that have something behind their zippers next time" , he said laughed at her.
Charles looked but was not surprised, he knew a lot about what happened in Ragol. Gam was utterly changed from the events; he could not understand such a cruel foul-minded shithead.
"H How could he do that!?" yelled the boy
The father just walked back home.
"W Wa Wait!"
They sit now at the armor shop they do business with. It is a busy day with many customers.
"How could that bastard do that to the Force!?" yelled Gam
"It was the Force who seemed to have started it, it was the hunters choice on how to end it", replied a calm Charles
"But still! To say all those things before and after! He must be a really foul-minded guy!"
A hunter in black at the weapons shop across twitches a bit.
"Calm yourself we are at work!" ordered the father.
"Still you can't deny that he was a shithead!" yelled an outraged Gam.
"True, a shithead indeed", added the father.
The hunter in black again twitches but, this time a little more.
"He's so foul-minded I bet he was planning to rape with that Fonewearl, the bastard!" said the boy.
"Indeed probably an art passed down through his family", added the old man.
The hunter in black now gets very tense, the weapons shop owner jumps back afraid as if some unknown evil has be awoken.
"He must be a real dickhead!" said the boy
Indeed a mind as foul as a used port-o-potty in the heat of the summer", added the old man.
"THEN YOU BETTER CLEAN YOUR F***ING NECKS IF I'M SO UNBEARABLE!" yells the hunter in black.
The father and son go home...... in stretchers.
"Well son...." says the father calmly.
"Y Yes dad?" answers the son calmly.
"Now you know..."
"What?'
"Why we don't trust him"
Hunter in black walks out of the bar thinking to himself.
My name is Daniel Sakkikotsu, and as far as I am concerned I'm the biggest guy on Pioneer two! And I don't mean in size or weight ladies!
Why that (really bad word) of a principle choose the goofy-ass Force and that dickless Ranger is something only a bribe-taker would understand!
End of chapter one.