Post by xombiefan on Nov 20, 2010 18:54:15 GMT -5
Ekhornkin crouched in his nest, tail twitching with anger. IT was in his territory again, IT had landed on the top of HIS shiny tree, and IT was going to learn why things that flew stayed away from HIS nest. He bared his teeth in a fierce grin; with all that noise IT was making, it wouldn’t hear him coming until it was too late.
****
Udyr was not happy either . SOMETHING had disturbed the tranquility of his camp in the Meiji no Mori Takao Quasi-National Park. To be more precise, someone, judging from the size15 treaded footprints and cans of cheesewhiz that were everywhere. This person had disturbed nature, and was going to pay.
****
The SMF Pterodactyl was having a good day, which meant everyone else was have an awful one. So far he’d found time to interrupt several field trips, delay flights out of both the NRT and the HND for several days, laugh at the Wombat of Doom as he swam back to shore, and , his personal favorite, “rain” on someones early Kinro Kansha no Hi parade.
Now he was perched atop the Midtown Tower bragging to the world about how he’d done all these !@#%#$ing things. Yeah, he was king of the world, and the world knew it. Plus it looked like it was going to get better, he could see rainclouds coming into blot out the sunny sun; and he was pretty sure he could hear thunder.
Except, thunder shouldn’t make the roof tremble under his enormous clawed feet.
****
“AW MAN!” the Mantaur yelled as he plowed through the underbrush, “LARPing sucks. How’d I ever let them talk me into this?”
He stopped to hack at a bush that was blocking his way, the Styrofoam “sword” was starting to lose more of its ducktape with each swing.
“Damn bushes! Damn bugs! Stupid. Frackin’. Rats!” he yelled, his foot obliterating a family of ground squirrels. “Frakin’ nature, I aughta have my dad’s company buy all this and seal it under some asphalt.”
He lumbered on, muttering about comic book stores, and air conditioned malls, leaving a trail of destruction that lead right to him.
****
“OH HOLY @%$&ING BAT$%%&$!!!” the SMF Pterodactyl hollered as ball of fur and electricity burst from the rooftop underneath him. Taken off guard, the SMF Pterodactyl was hit full in the chest, the weight and momentum caused both monsters to topple over the edge of the building.
Teeth met beak, claw met claw, electric crackles met naughty words. The two behemoths fought for dominance as they plummeted the 54 stories to the ground.
****
Udyr watched as the vehicle carrying his prey rounded the curve of the road and was gone from his sight. He would not let this one escape, not after last week. His knowledge of this land’s written language was still growing, but he knew enough to translate the letters on the side of the large shipping truck; Tokyo City Gaming Convention Supplies.
He knew where his prey was headed, and he too would be there.
****
Mantaur shook himself, dazed, whatever hit him had felt like a freight train, he’d never flown so far without his WOW mount. He was just lucky the passing truck had padded his landing.
What mattered now was to find this newb and make sure he knew his ass was pwned. Shifting his enormous bulk, he rose to his feet, the floor of the truck swaying beneath his feet. A crackling sound accompanied his rise. Pulling the minilight from his fannypack, Mantaur looked around.
He found himself surrounded by boxes, eight score at least. Boxes, boxes that were labeled, “Doritos and Mountain Dew.” He smiled.
“Epic.”
****
Udyr was not happy either . SOMETHING had disturbed the tranquility of his camp in the Meiji no Mori Takao Quasi-National Park. To be more precise, someone, judging from the size15 treaded footprints and cans of cheesewhiz that were everywhere. This person had disturbed nature, and was going to pay.
****
The SMF Pterodactyl was having a good day, which meant everyone else was have an awful one. So far he’d found time to interrupt several field trips, delay flights out of both the NRT and the HND for several days, laugh at the Wombat of Doom as he swam back to shore, and , his personal favorite, “rain” on someones early Kinro Kansha no Hi parade.
Now he was perched atop the Midtown Tower bragging to the world about how he’d done all these !@#%#$ing things. Yeah, he was king of the world, and the world knew it. Plus it looked like it was going to get better, he could see rainclouds coming into blot out the sunny sun; and he was pretty sure he could hear thunder.
Except, thunder shouldn’t make the roof tremble under his enormous clawed feet.
****
“AW MAN!” the Mantaur yelled as he plowed through the underbrush, “LARPing sucks. How’d I ever let them talk me into this?”
He stopped to hack at a bush that was blocking his way, the Styrofoam “sword” was starting to lose more of its ducktape with each swing.
“Damn bushes! Damn bugs! Stupid. Frackin’. Rats!” he yelled, his foot obliterating a family of ground squirrels. “Frakin’ nature, I aughta have my dad’s company buy all this and seal it under some asphalt.”
He lumbered on, muttering about comic book stores, and air conditioned malls, leaving a trail of destruction that lead right to him.
****
“OH HOLY @%$&ING BAT$%%&$!!!” the SMF Pterodactyl hollered as ball of fur and electricity burst from the rooftop underneath him. Taken off guard, the SMF Pterodactyl was hit full in the chest, the weight and momentum caused both monsters to topple over the edge of the building.
Teeth met beak, claw met claw, electric crackles met naughty words. The two behemoths fought for dominance as they plummeted the 54 stories to the ground.
****
Udyr watched as the vehicle carrying his prey rounded the curve of the road and was gone from his sight. He would not let this one escape, not after last week. His knowledge of this land’s written language was still growing, but he knew enough to translate the letters on the side of the large shipping truck; Tokyo City Gaming Convention Supplies.
He knew where his prey was headed, and he too would be there.
****
Mantaur shook himself, dazed, whatever hit him had felt like a freight train, he’d never flown so far without his WOW mount. He was just lucky the passing truck had padded his landing.
What mattered now was to find this newb and make sure he knew his ass was pwned. Shifting his enormous bulk, he rose to his feet, the floor of the truck swaying beneath his feet. A crackling sound accompanied his rise. Pulling the minilight from his fannypack, Mantaur looked around.
He found himself surrounded by boxes, eight score at least. Boxes, boxes that were labeled, “Doritos and Mountain Dew.” He smiled.
“Epic.”