DAXTER

Author Note/Disclaimer: this IS NOT my own story, or even my own words. This is basically a novelization of the video game 'Daxter' for the PSP.

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Daxter: Chapter 7 - Under the bar
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Going down into the bar's basement wasn't as simple as it sounded. When the barmaid said that no one had been down there in months, she wasn't kidding around. Absolutely no one had gone down there. And there was a very good reason for that. The place sure as heck wasn't safe. There was a massive infestation of bugs down there, and the machinery, i swear, has it in for ya.

Of course, I absolutely loved free drinks, so I didn't mind going into the creepy, dark, basement and fixing their tabs. Like I said, FREE drinks.

Besides, maybe there'll be something 'extra special' for when I get back. The bar maid is hot, after all. You can't blame a guy for trying.

The basement of the bar wasn't just a simple room. If I ever find the architect who made it, I would smack them. The controls for the bar's tab where directly below the bar, unfortunately, the original owners didn't want to pay to build a direct path there, so I was forced to walk and crawl through hundreds of metres of old abandoned tunnels, abandoned with good reason I might add, to get to the damn controls.

There was a shorter way, but that would involve me swimming through a flooded tunnel underwater. Screw that.

The tunnels are in bad shape, lights are missing, there and holes in the walls and floors, though luckily not the ceilings. It seriously looked like absolutely crap.

But that's kinda to be expected when you're exploring a bug infested area, for some reason the bar couldn't afford to protect this area often.

Anyway, I meda my way along the dark and dingy pathways and corridors, searching for my destination. There were bugs practically everywhere, but, with the combination of the kick ass sprayer and the totally freaking sweet zapper, I soon kept then at bay. Mostly through bashing the crap out of the little suckers.

Of course, my luck soon ran out, and I was faced with a large gap in the floor. Much too long for me to jump. I pondered a few min... err I mean seconds, and realised I could use the sprayer to fly across the gap. I ran back, lined up the shot, and took a running jump at the massive drop-off. I flew through the air with a stream of the sprayer's green smoke trailing behind me.

It was so freaking cool. I swear. The feeling af shooting through the air.

Of course, I was completely unprepared for a landing and kinda, sorta, tripped over and landed on my...face. It sorta ruined the mood. But I just jumped straight up again and continued making my way through the crappy tunnelling system that ran underneath the bar.

Those damn tunnels wound verywhere, I mean, seriously, who on earth would ever design tunnels like that?

I soon came across these three massive bugs standing guarding a thin passage way, which had jets af hot steam shooting out at random intervals all along it.

Yeah, fate doesn't always want to make easy on me. Prick.

I quickly jumped, literally of course, into action and swung the zapper through the air, nailing the first bug straight across his...um, I think it was his head.

Whatever, the point is that he was soon nothing more than green goo on the ground. I whipped out the sprayed and shot a stream at the second bug, chocking it, as I dodged a ball of flying webby crap from the third bug.

Well, when I say dodge, I mean get nailed right in the face, wipe it off, and somehow manage to have the second ball miss me.

The second one finally died, so I shot the sprayer's stream of...poison at the third one. And then, while it was trying to recover, I nailed it with my electric flyswatter. Man I love that thing.

Osmo was right about the style and class.

Anyway, I soon reached the bar's tab pumps. Naturally the system had been thrown together cheaply, so turning it off and resetting it wasn't exactly simple. But I was sure I could manage.

I turned off the first pump, and immediately the second and third pumps registered high pressures. I quickly shut them off, but then the first one slipped back on and the fourth and seventh pumps were squealing at me. I cracked my knuckles. This was going to be difficult.

I spent the next few minutes turning on and off the varying pumps, hoping that the gauges weren't about the shoot off, luckily I eventually managed and the system reset itself, draining the large excesses of water that blocked the short way back to the bar.

Glad that I'd finally managed to get everything working, I made my way back upstairs for a free drink...and maybe a few special favours from the barmaid.

I love my job...or at least the perks.

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There you go, New chapter.

I won't be updating for a while, you know, trials and all.
I've got some three hour exams in the coming days.