Sig stared in horror as the Metalhead lunged towards him, jaws wide open
and baring all of its fangs at him. He let out a shocked shout, and this
made the Wastelanders notice him.
Jest: Hey! Check out that kid!
Baz: What in hell is he doin out here in the Wastelands?!
Sig didn't have time to hear the answer, for in the next split second the Metalhead was upon him. It pushed him to the ground forcefully, knocking him backwards in its desperate attempt to escape. By just as Sig fell, it's shoulder metal armour grazed against his throat and caught his Moonsapphire necklace. The necklace snapped and clung to the Metalhead's armour, gleaming faintly as it left Sig's neck.
Sig: HEY-!!!
Raged, Sig leapt to his feet and lunged for the Metalhead. He caught its tail and he tugged back hard. The Metalhead hissed at him and lunged for his throat, but before its jaws could reach him Sig whipped out a fist and rammed it full force into the Metalhead's hideous face. The skin on his tightly clasped fist split as it came forcefully into contact with the metal on the Metalhead's skull. A loud snap was heard, and Sig was sure he had broken the Metalhead's huge jaw.
With a loud whine the Metalhead fell and dropped dead to the ground. The punch Sig had given it had been so strong it knocked the Skull Gem clean out. Sig reached down to pick up his Moonsapphire necklace and turned away to leave, only to be startled by a loud voice behind him...
Baz: Yo! Kid! Wait up!
Sig turned around and saw the Wastelander named Baz come up to him. He got slightly nervous; he'd never talked to Surface People before.
Baz: Man, where'd you learn howta fight like that?
Sig: Erm...
Baz: What's cha name, kid?
Jest: And what are you doing all alone out here?
Sig: Well—uhhh....
Baz: Ah who the hell cares what your name is! C'mon, you slug, you're comin with us! Krew could use a guy like you!
Sig: Well-I-I...
Baz: Believe me, kid, you won't regret it!
Sig felt himself being pulled by the two strange Wastelanders and he reluctantly followed them. In some way, he was glad someone else found him. He didn't really want to go home anyway.....
SEVERAL HOURS LATER....
Sig had the biggest adventure he had ever had in his life. First of all, he got his first experience with a real vehicle, which he thought only existed in those trash sci-fi storybooks he had read before in his Library. And then the next thing he knew was that he was taken to a strange land with houses and buildings made out of metal and a strange man-made stone the Wastelanders called 'concrete.' Though the whole place didn't look that all welcoming, Sig just couldn't help getting awed by it all. Here he was now, alone in the City of the Surface People.
Baz: (Slowing down his Zoomer and gesturing to the huge Port near Krew's bar) Well, here we are kiddo! Welcome to South City, the nasty quarter- areas of Haven City! The land of fewer Krimzons and more pretty women!
Jest: (Laughs idiotically) Hey! That rhymes!
Sig: I-I-I've never seen anything so...
Baz: Dirty, baby. Dirty's the word for this helluva dump.
Jest: C'mon, we gotta introduce ya to Krew!
Sig: Who-?
Jest: Whoa! That rhymes too!
Sig was then taken to a strange small building near the Port area. He looked up and saw some words written in large, neon-lights:
Sig: Hip Hog Saloon?
Baz: Don't ask. Krew named it. Oh well...at least he didn't name it anything crazy like the Naughty Otsel or something...
Jest: Or Naughty Dog!
Baz: Oh shut up.
They entered the building and Sig realized that it was a pub. Everything looked new however; the seats shone with an unmistakable brilliance and the beer glasses on the shelves gleamed in the yellow light. The walls were empty however, save for a few pictures of an extremely ugly and fat man...
Sig: (looks at the potrait of that fat guy) Erghh....
: Oh don't do that. It'll make you green sick in the face.
Sig: Who?
Someone stepped out of one of the seats and strode towards Sig. It was a very young man, only 15, but he carried around him the pride and confidence of a prince. He had flashing brown eyes and short red hair, and wore a strange costume that clung tightly to his body, showing off the several lean muscles he had on his arms and legs. Sig stared at him uncomfortably.
: Name's Erol.
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Arghh....Erol at 15! I can't imagine.
Jest: Hey! Check out that kid!
Baz: What in hell is he doin out here in the Wastelands?!
Sig didn't have time to hear the answer, for in the next split second the Metalhead was upon him. It pushed him to the ground forcefully, knocking him backwards in its desperate attempt to escape. By just as Sig fell, it's shoulder metal armour grazed against his throat and caught his Moonsapphire necklace. The necklace snapped and clung to the Metalhead's armour, gleaming faintly as it left Sig's neck.
Sig: HEY-!!!
Raged, Sig leapt to his feet and lunged for the Metalhead. He caught its tail and he tugged back hard. The Metalhead hissed at him and lunged for his throat, but before its jaws could reach him Sig whipped out a fist and rammed it full force into the Metalhead's hideous face. The skin on his tightly clasped fist split as it came forcefully into contact with the metal on the Metalhead's skull. A loud snap was heard, and Sig was sure he had broken the Metalhead's huge jaw.
With a loud whine the Metalhead fell and dropped dead to the ground. The punch Sig had given it had been so strong it knocked the Skull Gem clean out. Sig reached down to pick up his Moonsapphire necklace and turned away to leave, only to be startled by a loud voice behind him...
Baz: Yo! Kid! Wait up!
Sig turned around and saw the Wastelander named Baz come up to him. He got slightly nervous; he'd never talked to Surface People before.
Baz: Man, where'd you learn howta fight like that?
Sig: Erm...
Baz: What's cha name, kid?
Jest: And what are you doing all alone out here?
Sig: Well—uhhh....
Baz: Ah who the hell cares what your name is! C'mon, you slug, you're comin with us! Krew could use a guy like you!
Sig: Well-I-I...
Baz: Believe me, kid, you won't regret it!
Sig felt himself being pulled by the two strange Wastelanders and he reluctantly followed them. In some way, he was glad someone else found him. He didn't really want to go home anyway.....
SEVERAL HOURS LATER....
Sig had the biggest adventure he had ever had in his life. First of all, he got his first experience with a real vehicle, which he thought only existed in those trash sci-fi storybooks he had read before in his Library. And then the next thing he knew was that he was taken to a strange land with houses and buildings made out of metal and a strange man-made stone the Wastelanders called 'concrete.' Though the whole place didn't look that all welcoming, Sig just couldn't help getting awed by it all. Here he was now, alone in the City of the Surface People.
Baz: (Slowing down his Zoomer and gesturing to the huge Port near Krew's bar) Well, here we are kiddo! Welcome to South City, the nasty quarter- areas of Haven City! The land of fewer Krimzons and more pretty women!
Jest: (Laughs idiotically) Hey! That rhymes!
Sig: I-I-I've never seen anything so...
Baz: Dirty, baby. Dirty's the word for this helluva dump.
Jest: C'mon, we gotta introduce ya to Krew!
Sig: Who-?
Jest: Whoa! That rhymes too!
Sig was then taken to a strange small building near the Port area. He looked up and saw some words written in large, neon-lights:
Sig: Hip Hog Saloon?
Baz: Don't ask. Krew named it. Oh well...at least he didn't name it anything crazy like the Naughty Otsel or something...
Jest: Or Naughty Dog!
Baz: Oh shut up.
They entered the building and Sig realized that it was a pub. Everything looked new however; the seats shone with an unmistakable brilliance and the beer glasses on the shelves gleamed in the yellow light. The walls were empty however, save for a few pictures of an extremely ugly and fat man...
Sig: (looks at the potrait of that fat guy) Erghh....
: Oh don't do that. It'll make you green sick in the face.
Sig: Who?
Someone stepped out of one of the seats and strode towards Sig. It was a very young man, only 15, but he carried around him the pride and confidence of a prince. He had flashing brown eyes and short red hair, and wore a strange costume that clung tightly to his body, showing off the several lean muscles he had on his arms and legs. Sig stared at him uncomfortably.
: Name's Erol.
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Arghh....Erol at 15! I can't imagine.