This is a really short update, but I have been a bit busy over the past few
days...I hope you guys enjoy. Drools over the thought of Erol 15... I
wonder if anyone out there has ever thought bout drawing him....
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Sig: Err...hi, I think.
Erol: Heard the news from Baz and gang over there; says that you're one of Krew's new recruits. Mind you, I wouldn't set foot into those damnable Wastelands even if the whole city were at stake. They say they've got something beastly out there....
Sig: (Uncomfortably) Right....
Erol: (Looks over Sig's shoulder and spies Baz as he drags the Metalhead into the bar) Errgh...what a revolting creature.
Sig: You're telling me.
Baz: (Looks at Erol and frowns) Back again, eh you little mut?
Erol: Watch it, bud. I'm promoted as a Commander next week.
Baz: (Snorts) Commander? A little pip-squeak like you? A load of yakow-shi-
: Watch your language, you moron. That's Erol you're talking to.
Sig turned around and gasped. Aproaching them was the fattest man he had ever seen in his life. He wore a loose white shirt over an oversized green jacket, and flabs of belly-skin bulged out of his tight, black trousers. He was completely bald, with small, piggy eyes. Sig gulped when he counted the six chins that wobbled under his head....
Erol: (Sensing his discomfort and whispering) It's ok. Just smile and stay away from his breath.
: So you're that new Wastelander Baz had told me on the comlink about eeeehhhhhh?
He neared Sig and Sig wished he could step away. His breath and body odour was overwhelming.
: Name's Krew, boy, and you'd better remember it. Name?
Sig: S-s-s-gags Sigfried.
Krew: Mmmmmmm.......you have a funny attitude. Work on that.
Sig: Yes, sir.
Krew: (Turns to Erol) Ah yes...my fine, growing champion is back. How many fools did you whip off today?
Erol: Three exactly. The other two crashed at the turning points of the track, but I avoided them.
Krew: Excellent boy, excellent. (Turns to Sig) Erol's Haven City's rising racing champion, my dear Sig. Countless medals he had won, and he's going to be promoted Commander too! Hah! A commander at his age!
Erol: Emph. The Baron's nuts. But rewards are a temptation. After all, I have been doing the Krimzons well after I managed to kick that traitor Torn out...
Sig: Who?
Erol: Ahh...you won't know about him. The cheating bastard acted out as a double agent for the Underground rebels in attempt to throw the Baron down. Luckily, I managed to stop him before he knew too much. That's why the Baron's promoting me.
Sig: (Clueless about everything) Err...good for you.
Krew: Well, let's settle this down together, shall we Siggy? Grabs the Skull Gem nearby and holds it out like a trophy I'm opening a new saloon out and I need them Wastelanders to catch a few Metalheads for me and err...have their heads for display.
Sig: You mean hang them on the wall????
Krew: Eh-heh...creative, no?
Sig: Errrr.....
Krew: Well, eitherway, Baz told me a few curious things about you. He said you fought a Rapid Gunner single handed and whacked it out with just a punch. Is that....right?
Sig: (Shows his bleeding fist) I've got proof.
Erol: A Rapid Gunner? Single handed? That's awesome!
Krew: Yes, yes....so, my Siggy, you sound like the kind of guy born and bred from the Wastelands itself, if you've got what it takes to be a Wastelander I might consider letting you in for the job.
Sig: A job? You-you mean kill Metalheads for a living? And you actually pay me for it??
Krew: (Snorts) Humph. The paying part maybe, but killing Metalheads and finding items in the wastelands is a definate.
Sig: Find items in the Wastelands?
Krew: The Wastelands are full of unexpected surprises, Sigfried. And those little surprises bring in lots of money for me-err...I mean, for the business. Of course it'll be dangerous with all those Metalheads-
Sig: I ain't afraid of no Metalhead! And if what you say is true, then I'm in.
Krew: Well- this is the first time I've ever gotten such a willing employee. But about the paying thing...I don't give interns high raises...
Sig: (Slyly) Oh don't worry, Mr. Krew. It's the killing I'm most interested in.
Both Erol and Krew were went quiet after that, and Sig felt like laughing in their faces. Yes, he's definitely not going home now. He will not waste time living a lost cause back at home, and will instead remain here in this...'Haven' City killing his most despised enemy...and getting paid to do it to.
Sig was looking forward to the first day of his job.
SOME YEARS LATER.... The Wastelands, 3.30 pm.
The sun was scorching on Baz's back, and he scanned the sandy ground for any signs of Metalhead tracks. He found nothing, and cursed loudly.
Baz: Goddam it, there ain;t nothin to hunt around here anymore. Jest! Get your fat butt over here and give me them binoculars!
Jest went up to him and handed him the binoculars. Baz snatched them from Jest's hands and scanned the spanning Wasteland once more. Nothing.
Baz: (Growls) Krew's not gonna be happy to see us empty handed. Yo! SIG! Get over here now, I want you to see if you can spot anythin.
No reply.
Baz: (Turns around) Sig! Goddam it, where is he??
Jest: He...he was was here a minute ago.
Baz: The dumbass has gone off on his own again.
Jest: Err...should we look for him?
Baz: No. It's just a waste of time. We've got bigger things to worry about.... He looked around again, until suddenly he saw something reddish off in the distance. His heart thumped wildly, and a grin came to his lips.
Baz: Oh yeah baby, a Big Red's headin this way!
A Big Red was a type of Metalhead rarely seen by the Wastelanders, and it was a helluva big catch and was sure to please Krew. It was a big and powerful creature though and extremely hard to kill. But rewards were a temptation.
Baz: (Whips out his pulse rifle) This'll be too easy....
He fired a single, noisy shot and almost immediately the red Metalhead shrieked loudly in the distance. The pulse rifle didn't have bullets; it instead had a miniature jagged spearhead that was designed to pierce metal, flesh and bone and get caught in them so it'd be impossible for the Metalhead to shrug it off. It was a highly effective weapon, and death is inevitable if one is shot. The creature will eventually die bleeding, which saves the Wastelanders a lot of time because cutting their heads off for display is messy work...
Baz had been lucky this time; he had his spearhead right through the Metalhead's thick throat, and the beast was trying its best to shrug it off, only to make it deepen into its tough flesh. The bleeding beast staggered, wailing, then turned its evil yellow eyes towards Baz.
Baz: (Freezing with sudden fear) Oh no....
The Metalhead let out a terrible roar, then lunged towards him eyes full of rage. Baz shrieked and ran for his life, dropping the pulse rifle thus rendering him weaponless. He sprinted on the stony ground, but then tripped over a jutting stone. He flew forwards and crashed to the ground with a few bleeding cuts on his face. The Metalhead quickly caught up, and launched itself eagerly towards him....
But before its cruel metal claws could reach him, a large strong hand caught it by the throat and held it back. The Metalhead shrieked, startled, but undettered. It tried to struggle out of the huge hand's grip, but the hand held onto to it fast.
Sig tightened his single-handed grip on the Metalhead's throat and watched as it struggled helplessly. It began to choke noisily, spluttering dark blood down the sides of its fang ridged which dripped onto Sig's broad shoulders. The Wastelander ignored it and looked down to the small spearhead that stabbed the Metalhead's huge throat. Calmly, he took hold of it with his other free hand and quickly tugged it sideways, cutting the throat completely and beheading the unfortunate beast.
The Metalhead's head fell to the stony, wasteland ground with a noisy thud, and dark blood mixed with dust. Baz and the other Wastelanders stared at it in disbelief, then looked up to Sig.
Sig: (In a voice much deeper now) Well, at least I've already got the head off. That way it's easier for you to put it on the wall.
Baz/ Jest: (Stares at him in awe and disbelief)
Sig: (Bagging up the Metalhead's head) Well, that;s all for today, dough- boys. That is, if you're still in for some more fun.
Baz/ Jest: (Remains silent)
Sig: (Looks up, then shrugs) Fine. Meet you in the buggy later. I'm off back to Haven City.
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In case you're wondering, the buggy's an idea from Jak 3. I sure hope Keira gets fried there....
Sig: Err...hi, I think.
Erol: Heard the news from Baz and gang over there; says that you're one of Krew's new recruits. Mind you, I wouldn't set foot into those damnable Wastelands even if the whole city were at stake. They say they've got something beastly out there....
Sig: (Uncomfortably) Right....
Erol: (Looks over Sig's shoulder and spies Baz as he drags the Metalhead into the bar) Errgh...what a revolting creature.
Sig: You're telling me.
Baz: (Looks at Erol and frowns) Back again, eh you little mut?
Erol: Watch it, bud. I'm promoted as a Commander next week.
Baz: (Snorts) Commander? A little pip-squeak like you? A load of yakow-shi-
: Watch your language, you moron. That's Erol you're talking to.
Sig turned around and gasped. Aproaching them was the fattest man he had ever seen in his life. He wore a loose white shirt over an oversized green jacket, and flabs of belly-skin bulged out of his tight, black trousers. He was completely bald, with small, piggy eyes. Sig gulped when he counted the six chins that wobbled under his head....
Erol: (Sensing his discomfort and whispering) It's ok. Just smile and stay away from his breath.
: So you're that new Wastelander Baz had told me on the comlink about eeeehhhhhh?
He neared Sig and Sig wished he could step away. His breath and body odour was overwhelming.
: Name's Krew, boy, and you'd better remember it. Name?
Sig: S-s-s-gags Sigfried.
Krew: Mmmmmmm.......you have a funny attitude. Work on that.
Sig: Yes, sir.
Krew: (Turns to Erol) Ah yes...my fine, growing champion is back. How many fools did you whip off today?
Erol: Three exactly. The other two crashed at the turning points of the track, but I avoided them.
Krew: Excellent boy, excellent. (Turns to Sig) Erol's Haven City's rising racing champion, my dear Sig. Countless medals he had won, and he's going to be promoted Commander too! Hah! A commander at his age!
Erol: Emph. The Baron's nuts. But rewards are a temptation. After all, I have been doing the Krimzons well after I managed to kick that traitor Torn out...
Sig: Who?
Erol: Ahh...you won't know about him. The cheating bastard acted out as a double agent for the Underground rebels in attempt to throw the Baron down. Luckily, I managed to stop him before he knew too much. That's why the Baron's promoting me.
Sig: (Clueless about everything) Err...good for you.
Krew: Well, let's settle this down together, shall we Siggy? Grabs the Skull Gem nearby and holds it out like a trophy I'm opening a new saloon out and I need them Wastelanders to catch a few Metalheads for me and err...have their heads for display.
Sig: You mean hang them on the wall????
Krew: Eh-heh...creative, no?
Sig: Errrr.....
Krew: Well, eitherway, Baz told me a few curious things about you. He said you fought a Rapid Gunner single handed and whacked it out with just a punch. Is that....right?
Sig: (Shows his bleeding fist) I've got proof.
Erol: A Rapid Gunner? Single handed? That's awesome!
Krew: Yes, yes....so, my Siggy, you sound like the kind of guy born and bred from the Wastelands itself, if you've got what it takes to be a Wastelander I might consider letting you in for the job.
Sig: A job? You-you mean kill Metalheads for a living? And you actually pay me for it??
Krew: (Snorts) Humph. The paying part maybe, but killing Metalheads and finding items in the wastelands is a definate.
Sig: Find items in the Wastelands?
Krew: The Wastelands are full of unexpected surprises, Sigfried. And those little surprises bring in lots of money for me-err...I mean, for the business. Of course it'll be dangerous with all those Metalheads-
Sig: I ain't afraid of no Metalhead! And if what you say is true, then I'm in.
Krew: Well- this is the first time I've ever gotten such a willing employee. But about the paying thing...I don't give interns high raises...
Sig: (Slyly) Oh don't worry, Mr. Krew. It's the killing I'm most interested in.
Both Erol and Krew were went quiet after that, and Sig felt like laughing in their faces. Yes, he's definitely not going home now. He will not waste time living a lost cause back at home, and will instead remain here in this...'Haven' City killing his most despised enemy...and getting paid to do it to.
Sig was looking forward to the first day of his job.
SOME YEARS LATER.... The Wastelands, 3.30 pm.
The sun was scorching on Baz's back, and he scanned the sandy ground for any signs of Metalhead tracks. He found nothing, and cursed loudly.
Baz: Goddam it, there ain;t nothin to hunt around here anymore. Jest! Get your fat butt over here and give me them binoculars!
Jest went up to him and handed him the binoculars. Baz snatched them from Jest's hands and scanned the spanning Wasteland once more. Nothing.
Baz: (Growls) Krew's not gonna be happy to see us empty handed. Yo! SIG! Get over here now, I want you to see if you can spot anythin.
No reply.
Baz: (Turns around) Sig! Goddam it, where is he??
Jest: He...he was was here a minute ago.
Baz: The dumbass has gone off on his own again.
Jest: Err...should we look for him?
Baz: No. It's just a waste of time. We've got bigger things to worry about.... He looked around again, until suddenly he saw something reddish off in the distance. His heart thumped wildly, and a grin came to his lips.
Baz: Oh yeah baby, a Big Red's headin this way!
A Big Red was a type of Metalhead rarely seen by the Wastelanders, and it was a helluva big catch and was sure to please Krew. It was a big and powerful creature though and extremely hard to kill. But rewards were a temptation.
Baz: (Whips out his pulse rifle) This'll be too easy....
He fired a single, noisy shot and almost immediately the red Metalhead shrieked loudly in the distance. The pulse rifle didn't have bullets; it instead had a miniature jagged spearhead that was designed to pierce metal, flesh and bone and get caught in them so it'd be impossible for the Metalhead to shrug it off. It was a highly effective weapon, and death is inevitable if one is shot. The creature will eventually die bleeding, which saves the Wastelanders a lot of time because cutting their heads off for display is messy work...
Baz had been lucky this time; he had his spearhead right through the Metalhead's thick throat, and the beast was trying its best to shrug it off, only to make it deepen into its tough flesh. The bleeding beast staggered, wailing, then turned its evil yellow eyes towards Baz.
Baz: (Freezing with sudden fear) Oh no....
The Metalhead let out a terrible roar, then lunged towards him eyes full of rage. Baz shrieked and ran for his life, dropping the pulse rifle thus rendering him weaponless. He sprinted on the stony ground, but then tripped over a jutting stone. He flew forwards and crashed to the ground with a few bleeding cuts on his face. The Metalhead quickly caught up, and launched itself eagerly towards him....
But before its cruel metal claws could reach him, a large strong hand caught it by the throat and held it back. The Metalhead shrieked, startled, but undettered. It tried to struggle out of the huge hand's grip, but the hand held onto to it fast.
Sig tightened his single-handed grip on the Metalhead's throat and watched as it struggled helplessly. It began to choke noisily, spluttering dark blood down the sides of its fang ridged which dripped onto Sig's broad shoulders. The Wastelander ignored it and looked down to the small spearhead that stabbed the Metalhead's huge throat. Calmly, he took hold of it with his other free hand and quickly tugged it sideways, cutting the throat completely and beheading the unfortunate beast.
The Metalhead's head fell to the stony, wasteland ground with a noisy thud, and dark blood mixed with dust. Baz and the other Wastelanders stared at it in disbelief, then looked up to Sig.
Sig: (In a voice much deeper now) Well, at least I've already got the head off. That way it's easier for you to put it on the wall.
Baz/ Jest: (Stares at him in awe and disbelief)
Sig: (Bagging up the Metalhead's head) Well, that;s all for today, dough- boys. That is, if you're still in for some more fun.
Baz/ Jest: (Remains silent)
Sig: (Looks up, then shrugs) Fine. Meet you in the buggy later. I'm off back to Haven City.
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In case you're wondering, the buggy's an idea from Jak 3. I sure hope Keira gets fried there....