Re: THE GRAND SWITCH [ROUND 1: iGHETTO]
08-16-2011, 11:06 PM
When THE DRIVE was dropped off in some random alley, he was sweating bullets. The entire time he had been confined to his seat, he had been attempting to channel his WARRIOR STRENGTH and break out of the magical binds of the sissies who thought they could keep him trapped.
They were right.
But that didn't let THE DRIVE down.
After shaking the sweat off, THE DRIVE took a closer look at his surroundings. Then, he heard it. The ring. A bell had rung and someone, somewhere, was about to get a face full of THE DRIVE.
However, as it turned out, the bell was not one for school, but for lunch. Or at least what passed for lunch in this hell hole of a school. So, when s large man broke through the wall and immediately flipped a table, the children were not that angry that they didn't have to eat that day. The robot custodians in charge of making sure that their wards received their daily source of nutrition however, were not.
THE DRIVE scowled at the machinations.
"MEN OF METAL? YOUR COATING IS NO MATCH FOR MY WARRIOR STRENGTH. YOUR DAYS OF OPPRESSING THESE CHILDREN WITH THESE ODD FOOD SOURCES ARE OVER! BUT FIRST..."
THE DRIVE jumped around the lunch area and meticulously placed tables in a perfect cube as the robots gave their pre-recorded warning for him to cease immediately.
Suffice to say, THE DRIVE did not.
They were right.
But that didn't let THE DRIVE down.
After shaking the sweat off, THE DRIVE took a closer look at his surroundings. Then, he heard it. The ring. A bell had rung and someone, somewhere, was about to get a face full of THE DRIVE.
However, as it turned out, the bell was not one for school, but for lunch. Or at least what passed for lunch in this hell hole of a school. So, when s large man broke through the wall and immediately flipped a table, the children were not that angry that they didn't have to eat that day. The robot custodians in charge of making sure that their wards received their daily source of nutrition however, were not.
THE DRIVE scowled at the machinations.
"MEN OF METAL? YOUR COATING IS NO MATCH FOR MY WARRIOR STRENGTH. YOUR DAYS OF OPPRESSING THESE CHILDREN WITH THESE ODD FOOD SOURCES ARE OVER! BUT FIRST..."
THE DRIVE jumped around the lunch area and meticulously placed tables in a perfect cube as the robots gave their pre-recorded warning for him to cease immediately.
Suffice to say, THE DRIVE did not.