Post by Jax Punchlust on Nov 2, 2017 1:30:17 GMT
There is a point where every being must venture beyond the nature bounds of their own planet. In the new age where space travel had become common place, this was just a natural expectation. Of course for our educational fighting master, homeless citizen leader, presidential candidate, number one store greeter and master of various start-up and failed careers, space ventures was one of things already on his "done" list. There was this whole thing with these aliens capturing him in the middle of his very own actions, almost interrupting the very plotting of destiny itself. But he fought his way back to Earth, and as time passed, he had found himself...well, he had honestly forgot what he found himself doing.
Waking up and tumbling around, he found the remains of his cardboard dojo forced into an odd circular object, a makeshift space pod it seemed from the crudely written sign in his own urine that said "Spashship" on the wall. Walking around and trying to figure out how the hell he got to where he was, and where he had gotten the overly fashionable and thrifty purple robe he found himself in, he almost tripped over the large bear in the middle of the "ship", a top hat covering their head to let them sleep easier. Of course, this was his long lost family friend that he had reconnected with and had countless amazing adventures with and redeveloped an entire friendship with during these last few months. They were quite spectacular and worthy of chronicling those stories in their own right, but...that wasn't important right at this moment. At the very least he now he had a friend who he could go on adventures with, and had naturally meet them and it wasn't shoe-horned in any manner of any sort.
While peering his eyes around the craft Jax also discovered buttons and panels drawn in what appeared to be crayons. Somehow, they still functioned in some manner, lighting up even with no proper electricity. In moments, he head began to hurt as he did that "thinking" thing he tried to often avoid doing.
"God damn it, no! No! I am a semi-capable master of my own fate!!!"
Slamming his fist onto the "button" below activated the pre-recorded sound of Jax making multiple beeping sounds. As Jax's fists often did they had gotten him into a brand new world of trouble, as the ship began to toss back and forth, and in seconds lifted to the point where the ground below it simply ceased to be. Jax wasn't even angry, he was simply annoyed. He had no idea how he had gotten here, what he was doing, why he was doing it, or even where in the blazing gob-smacking dickearoonies he was going.
All he knew was his life was a wreck and he needed to get in control of it for goddamn once. Maybe wherever he was going could be a fresh start for him.
[Jax is traveling to Konats. Confetti goes here.]
Waking up and tumbling around, he found the remains of his cardboard dojo forced into an odd circular object, a makeshift space pod it seemed from the crudely written sign in his own urine that said "Spashship" on the wall. Walking around and trying to figure out how the hell he got to where he was, and where he had gotten the overly fashionable and thrifty purple robe he found himself in, he almost tripped over the large bear in the middle of the "ship", a top hat covering their head to let them sleep easier. Of course, this was his long lost family friend that he had reconnected with and had countless amazing adventures with and redeveloped an entire friendship with during these last few months. They were quite spectacular and worthy of chronicling those stories in their own right, but...that wasn't important right at this moment. At the very least he now he had a friend who he could go on adventures with, and had naturally meet them and it wasn't shoe-horned in any manner of any sort.
While peering his eyes around the craft Jax also discovered buttons and panels drawn in what appeared to be crayons. Somehow, they still functioned in some manner, lighting up even with no proper electricity. In moments, he head began to hurt as he did that "thinking" thing he tried to often avoid doing.
"God damn it, no! No! I am a semi-capable master of my own fate!!!"
Slamming his fist onto the "button" below activated the pre-recorded sound of Jax making multiple beeping sounds. As Jax's fists often did they had gotten him into a brand new world of trouble, as the ship began to toss back and forth, and in seconds lifted to the point where the ground below it simply ceased to be. Jax wasn't even angry, he was simply annoyed. He had no idea how he had gotten here, what he was doing, why he was doing it, or even where in the blazing gob-smacking dickearoonies he was going.
All he knew was his life was a wreck and he needed to get in control of it for goddamn once. Maybe wherever he was going could be a fresh start for him.
[Jax is traveling to Konats. Confetti goes here.]
