Re: THE GRAND SWITCH [ROUND 1: iGHETTO]
08-19-2011, 07:45 AM
'Hmmm....battle to the death? With a dragon?' Todd rubbed his chin in thought, rapping his club against the pavement. The lumberjack-turned-hunter grinned and started down the dirty sidewalk. The fact he was just about to kill a Komodo Dragon before being spirited away was moot in the news of a dragon ripe for the slaying.
Wait...where was he again?
Todd took the moment to survey his surroundings. iGhetto was it? The description on the brochure didn't do it much justice. Buildings looked like they were stacked upon each other like a bunch of Legos. It was like an urban jungle...a perfect scene for a hunt! A horn sounded suprising Todd and he whipped around with his club, walloping some poor sod and sending him flying into the wall. His funky looking scooter thing, labled iPed, buzzed to a halt and keeled over beside Todd.
"Hey...uh...buddy? You alright?â Toddâs response was a semi-conscious groan. The lumberjack frowned and looked around to find nobody seeming to take notice. iPods and iPhones and unfamiliar i-technology had the locals lost in their own little world paying no heed to the poor sap who just got clobbered.
Todd looked over at the iPed and rubbed his stubbly chin again. He figured the owner wouldnât miss it to much while he was sleeping. Grinning, Todd mounted up and zoomed off down the street hoping to find some trail to pick up in tracking the dragon. Or maybe heâd come across one of the other rather normal looking people in this contest and they could figure out just what was really going on.
Wait...where was he again?
Todd took the moment to survey his surroundings. iGhetto was it? The description on the brochure didn't do it much justice. Buildings looked like they were stacked upon each other like a bunch of Legos. It was like an urban jungle...a perfect scene for a hunt! A horn sounded suprising Todd and he whipped around with his club, walloping some poor sod and sending him flying into the wall. His funky looking scooter thing, labled iPed, buzzed to a halt and keeled over beside Todd.
"Hey...uh...buddy? You alright?â Toddâs response was a semi-conscious groan. The lumberjack frowned and looked around to find nobody seeming to take notice. iPods and iPhones and unfamiliar i-technology had the locals lost in their own little world paying no heed to the poor sap who just got clobbered.
Todd looked over at the iPed and rubbed his stubbly chin again. He figured the owner wouldnât miss it to much while he was sleeping. Grinning, Todd mounted up and zoomed off down the street hoping to find some trail to pick up in tracking the dragon. Or maybe heâd come across one of the other rather normal looking people in this contest and they could figure out just what was really going on.
I don't bite....much