RE: The $300,000 Fight-A-Thon! [Round Two: Toyetic!]
09-05-2013, 03:25 AM
(This post was last modified: 09-05-2013, 03:29 AM by Stovie.)
Franz von Schuster was definitely not an idiot; he had extensive knowledge on waging war,what to wear while waging war, and also waging wars in tanks. Schuster realized very early upon his entrance to the city of Toyetic that the Coach was an idiot-- an idiot who replaced his watch with another, far uglier watch. An ugly watch adorned with a series of very conspicuous blinking lights. A very cruel joke had been played, and the punchline was a severe drop in Schuster’s ability to operate operationally in operational environments.
Had he the omnipotence to know it, this revelation likely would have led to him considering the other contestants idiots as well. To a small underfed communist a bulky device covered in lights would clearly be the first thing anyone would notice on their person. Regardless, it would only serve to be a temporary annoyance as Schuster quickly removed the object and placed it one of the pockets on his jacket. It was very fortunate that he was also able to actually remove the device from his arm.
It didn’t take Schuster long to look around to get some bearing on his location. He was in an alleyway, and it didn’t take long for the sound of a bustling city street to grab his attention. When he walked to the end of the alley what he saw was shocking. The many high rises were absolutely plastered with advertisements containing the faces of all of the contestants except himself! Walking farther out onto the sidewalk, he also couldn’t help but the comment on the architecture of the buildings themselves.
“What nice sturdy walls this city has! It is almost like I am home in the Confederacy!”
None of the civilians walking along the street took note of his musing, and as a matter of fact no one even turned to look at him as they shuffled past. Looking up again at the many billboards of his foes Schuster was suddenly hit with an epiphany-- He really wasn’t on any of them, and no one was noticing who he was!
The ads plastered everywhere were for toys, the quickest way to prove his theory would be to find a store. Schuster scoped out exactly what he was looking for, and quickly made his way inside. He proved to be far from incorrect, as the walls were lined with dozens of brightly colored replicas of the other contestants.
“Can ah help ya?”
The owner of the shop had taken note of the relatively short man in combat gear gawking at his merchandise. If Schuster truly had the idea of blending in the populace he certainly had not come dressed the part.
“Uh, yes, zdravo! Do you, uh, know who I am?”
The shop owner was clearly confused by the question, hardly knowing exactly how to deal with an amnesiac in a ridiculous outfit. To make matters worse most of the customers were now awkwardly gawking at him.
“A cosplayer with a terrible accent? If yer not here to buy anything get out before I kick you out!”
Schuster wasn’t entirely pleased with this answer, he had no idea what a cosplayer was.
“This is very important, I promise you! I need to know if you have seen my face on these boxes before. I do not think you are realizing how famous I am.”
The store owner was beginning to have enough of this skinny nerd.
“If yer trying to be funny I’m gonna kick yer scrawny ass! Git out before you hold up the line.”
Schuster glared at the man, “Do not make me laugh fat man! I am a battle hardened tanker with over 300 confirmed Trios kill-”
When he awoke he was on the ground outside the store, his nose red with dried blood. The shop keep had kicked his scrawny ass out of the store. Schuster considered going back inside for a second round, but unfortunately the shop was now closed. A dust cloud hung in the distance, a sign that something had done damage to one of the many apartment blocks breaking up the skyline.
Figuring it was time to move on, Schuster picked himself up and removed the watch from his jacket. It was clear he was fortunately a nobody here, at the very least to the man who had knocked him out. It also became clear that the Coach was not a being with very good taste in wrist mounted time telling devices; the hands of the watch weren’t moving at all.
It wasn’t likely the device was without purpose however, its very existence proof that his presence in the battle had not been entirely forgotten. Schuster figured that the lack of stardom likely entailed some horrible plan to make the contest more interesting at his expense. Either that or the brute who owned the shop had broken it while throwing him to the curb.
The thought of having to ally again with one of the mutants filled his mind with disgust. There was no telling how well equipped they were compared to him either. It was no doubt that the populace would be supporting them given their status in this society. That could be easily changed. The destructive nature of the contest would sour opinions as their homes crumbled around them.
Schuster figured the rubble of the razed high rise was only a few short blocks from where he currently stood. Figuring it was better than nothing he began to walk, hoping he'd find one of the friendlier monstrosities. He was glad he likely wouldn’t have to include relying on filthy degenerates in any reports if and when he made it back to Tatarstian territory.
Had he the omnipotence to know it, this revelation likely would have led to him considering the other contestants idiots as well. To a small underfed communist a bulky device covered in lights would clearly be the first thing anyone would notice on their person. Regardless, it would only serve to be a temporary annoyance as Schuster quickly removed the object and placed it one of the pockets on his jacket. It was very fortunate that he was also able to actually remove the device from his arm.
It didn’t take Schuster long to look around to get some bearing on his location. He was in an alleyway, and it didn’t take long for the sound of a bustling city street to grab his attention. When he walked to the end of the alley what he saw was shocking. The many high rises were absolutely plastered with advertisements containing the faces of all of the contestants except himself! Walking farther out onto the sidewalk, he also couldn’t help but the comment on the architecture of the buildings themselves.
“What nice sturdy walls this city has! It is almost like I am home in the Confederacy!”
None of the civilians walking along the street took note of his musing, and as a matter of fact no one even turned to look at him as they shuffled past. Looking up again at the many billboards of his foes Schuster was suddenly hit with an epiphany-- He really wasn’t on any of them, and no one was noticing who he was!
The ads plastered everywhere were for toys, the quickest way to prove his theory would be to find a store. Schuster scoped out exactly what he was looking for, and quickly made his way inside. He proved to be far from incorrect, as the walls were lined with dozens of brightly colored replicas of the other contestants.
“Can ah help ya?”
The owner of the shop had taken note of the relatively short man in combat gear gawking at his merchandise. If Schuster truly had the idea of blending in the populace he certainly had not come dressed the part.
“Uh, yes, zdravo! Do you, uh, know who I am?”
The shop owner was clearly confused by the question, hardly knowing exactly how to deal with an amnesiac in a ridiculous outfit. To make matters worse most of the customers were now awkwardly gawking at him.
“A cosplayer with a terrible accent? If yer not here to buy anything get out before I kick you out!”
Schuster wasn’t entirely pleased with this answer, he had no idea what a cosplayer was.
“This is very important, I promise you! I need to know if you have seen my face on these boxes before. I do not think you are realizing how famous I am.”
The store owner was beginning to have enough of this skinny nerd.
“If yer trying to be funny I’m gonna kick yer scrawny ass! Git out before you hold up the line.”
Schuster glared at the man, “Do not make me laugh fat man! I am a battle hardened tanker with over 300 confirmed Trios kill-”
When he awoke he was on the ground outside the store, his nose red with dried blood. The shop keep had kicked his scrawny ass out of the store. Schuster considered going back inside for a second round, but unfortunately the shop was now closed. A dust cloud hung in the distance, a sign that something had done damage to one of the many apartment blocks breaking up the skyline.
Figuring it was time to move on, Schuster picked himself up and removed the watch from his jacket. It was clear he was fortunately a nobody here, at the very least to the man who had knocked him out. It also became clear that the Coach was not a being with very good taste in wrist mounted time telling devices; the hands of the watch weren’t moving at all.
It wasn’t likely the device was without purpose however, its very existence proof that his presence in the battle had not been entirely forgotten. Schuster figured that the lack of stardom likely entailed some horrible plan to make the contest more interesting at his expense. Either that or the brute who owned the shop had broken it while throwing him to the curb.
The thought of having to ally again with one of the mutants filled his mind with disgust. There was no telling how well equipped they were compared to him either. It was no doubt that the populace would be supporting them given their status in this society. That could be easily changed. The destructive nature of the contest would sour opinions as their homes crumbled around them.
Schuster figured the rubble of the razed high rise was only a few short blocks from where he currently stood. Figuring it was better than nothing he began to walk, hoping he'd find one of the friendlier monstrosities. He was glad he likely wouldn’t have to include relying on filthy degenerates in any reports if and when he made it back to Tatarstian territory.