Daigohji ZombieRonfar
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It was quiet, too quiet. The arena was
prepared, the contestants were assembled, the PA was fixed ...
but no one wanted to make the first move. So ZombieRonfar did
the only thing he could do ... he went fishing.
He put
together a makeshift fishing rod from the leg struts of one of
the stadium seats and inflated one of the emergency life rafts
kept at the front. Leaping over the barrier the little dinghi
splashed onto the side of the grvity-defying hemisphere of
water. ZombieRonfar paddled furiously up the side until he
reached the flat top, then opened a can of beer, cast his line
and relaxed.
The PA crackled into life, "Would Ghaleon
the Stallion and the other semi-finalists please make their
way to the Blitzball field and ... hey, you get away from
there. An RPG launcher (as in Rocket Propelled Grenade)
appeared from a slot under the commentary box and a grenade
whizzed through the air impacting near ZombieRonfar's boat.
The tiny craft and it's bemused occupant were sent hurtling
all the way back to the bleachers.
"This was no
boating accident" Lenneth observed as she viewed the carnage.
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OOC: Well, folks, that's all from
ZombieRonfar for tonight. I need to get some sleep, gotta get
up early to go see The Spirits Within Please leave my man Ronfar alone to sleep it off.
Ghaleon, Ghaleon, he's our man. If he can't do it,
someone else ... might.
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"I'm not like the other guys"
Team: Arts Of War is Ronfar -- Ghaleon
-- Izlude
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