Post by Gleciar Avierno on May 2, 2015 5:42:49 GMT
Gleciar had no idea how things turned out like this... This was insane, a teenager climbing Mt Paozu while he shot at the baby dinosaurs using a rainbow colored howitzer and activating traps for them to fall on. The worst part was that he was enjoying it, and being paid for it, but how did it come to happen…
A Few Days Earlier
Gleciar was really tired after the fight he had the previous day, he was in his pod trying to take a nap, until another earthquake shook the mountain. He jumped off the pod and ran off the cave shouting. “I swear to god, Articho, if Its you again I will kick your… ass…”
It was then he saw it, cameras, cranes, cargo, boxes, equipment, people and a huge food bar. He had no idea what this was, but it was really annoying. He shot a ki blast to the mountainside to get everyone’s attention. “Get the hell out of my home or I’ll make you get out!”
One of the men smirked as he approached him, he wore an expensive looking suit black suit. Even his hairdo and tan looked like they were worth a little fortune. “Hello, Mr. Gleciar” How did he know his name?! “I am Albert Decker, the representative lawyer of TD Entertainment, and we know for a fact that you don’t own this area, in fact, it’s a public area, that we have decided to use for filming location of our reality show: TD Mt Paozu Edition.”
Gleciar frowned, he had never been one for law or politics, but he knew this wasn’t good for him. “And what do you plan to do with me? Throw me out? And why do you know my name?”
Then smirk on the man’s face turned into a grin. “Not at all, we want to hire you for your unique abilities, we will allow you to keep your…” He chuckled. “…home. In exchange, you have to play a role in this season of the show.”
Gleciar’s frown turned into a scowl. “You still haven’t answered the second question… And what kind of role?”
“Oh, right, because of your participation in that cooking contest two months ago. And as for your role… Well… For one you shall be the cook for the camp… And Co-Host of this season.”
Today, a few hours ago
The construction had finished yesterday and the finishing touches were being put on the sets. Gleciar was walking around in a bloodied white apron and a chef hat, looking for the host of the show: Erik Ravallo, a tall blond guy with an unnaturally orange tan, wearing black cargo pants, a white polo and a grey vest.
“Oh, there you are, ‘Chef’” He said winking. “Remember what you gotta do?”
“Yeah, yeah, prepare the traps and cannons for today’s challenge, then check the parachutes and go cook the worst edible food possible, then get in character.” Gleciar answered.
“Which is?”
He sighed. “An stereotypical blood thirsty Arcosian that will probably be more like a steriotipical Saiyan.”
“Perfect!” He said grinning and putting on his shades. “By the time the campers get here you must be nearly done cooking.” Gleciar nodded and headed off to the away from the camp, which was set on the base of the mountain.
He went up the course the teenagers would have to take, setting up the cartoonist traps he could imagine like tripwires that activated a catapult that launched a wasp nest at you, trap holes covered in leaves, even nooses that if you stepped on them would leave you hanging upside down from a tree branch, and many other traps all the way to the top of the mountain.
After this he went to the camp’s kitchen, normally he would make a huge campfire to cook whatever he hunted, but now he has to cook using a stove and canned food from almost a hundred years ago, generally over or under cooking it. And for drinks he mixed anything from the fridge in the blender, using stuff like eggs, meat, hot sauce, and so on.
By the time he finished ‘cooking’, the campers had arrived, all of them were some sort of teenage stereotype: jocks, punks, geeks, queen bees, and whatever else. He could hear them all bickering in the dining room next door. He sighed and got into character.
He slammed the metallic doors open, stomping and shouting. “ALRIGHT YA BUNCH OF MAGGOTS, LISTEN UP! I AM GLECIAR, YOUR DEAR CHEF! AND I WILL COOK HORRIBLE FOOD FOR YOU BUNCH OF SISSIES IF YOU LIKE IT OR NOT! WHY!? ‘CAUSE I'M BEING PAID FOR IT! AND YOU WON'T GET ANY QUALITY FOOD UNTIL THE FINAL EPISODE OF THE SEASON! THAT MEANS ONLY TWO OF YOU WILL EAT WELL BY THE END! AND DON'T BOTHER TELLING ME YOUR NAMES CAUSE I WON'T LEARN THEM! NOW EVERYONE GO EAT YOUR HORRIBLE MASH!” He sighed and added in a softer, kinder voice, “If anyone has an allergy please tell me so i can give you the proper plate.”
Everyone tried to eat. Some didn't after smelling it or trying their first bite, and at least one person did his best to finish his food out of respect, or maybe fear, but he ended up puking it all. And there was the one fat idiot who ate all of his own and then some. After eating, everyone went to the entrance of the camp where Erik explained the challenge, or at least the first part of it..
And thats how it came to Gleciar shooting baby dinosaurs at the teenagers, while they managed to avoid the most obvious trap, but not all of the giant axes, logs and sleep darts coming at them. Everyone was surprisingly athletic, even the fat guy who managed to stay around the middle of the group.
It took them two hours of running, which Gleciar would have done in 5 minutes running and less than a minute flying. They had made it to the top and from there, he had to show them how to use the parachutes so they could land on a dinosaur’s nest, where each of them had to retrieve a totem.
At Erik’s signal he strapped on the only parachute that properly worked and jumped off the mountain towards the dinosaur’s nest. There he slapped the dinosaur’s ass to wake it up and flew back up to the mountain, but stopped short noticing that Erik had already gotten in his helicopter. He got in and sat in the border, grabbing a megaphone and shouting at the campers, “Remember how Erik said you ALL had to get a totem? THAT WAS A LIE! You are 17 and there are only 16 totems! The one who doesn't get one is eliminated! Now jump in whatever order you want, or everyone at the same time, just get there grab your totem and run back to the camp. We will keep an eye on you from the helicopter!” He closed the helicopters door and sat in his chair.
“Now you get why I love my job and people love the show?” Erik said, snickering to himself.
Gleciar smirked. “I enjoyed it from the second i slammed those doors open!” They both laughed and watched from the windows the contestants jump with the parachutes on different level of use, some were a bit rugged, others had patches holding them together, there was even one with a few holes.
After almost a half an hour of running and screaming everyone had made it to the camp, even the dinosaur, which Gleciar quickly tossed away with his incredible strength. Once everyone calmed down the show continued. Erik asked everyone to show their totems. There were two kinds: one based on a saber tooth tiger and the other on a dinosaur, each representing the team you were to be a part of. Surprisingly, it was the jock who didnt get a totem: it seemed like he was the one who got the parachute with holes and had passed out for a while, by the time he made it back to the camp everyone was already in their teams.
The ceremony for making the teams; dubbed “Cute Kitty” and “Lazy Gator”, was followed by a short send-off for the jock: they had installed a huge sewer line that lead to South Capitol and they made him ride it using a surfboard. It wasn't actually going to South Capitol, it was actually going to a nice little cabin a few miles south of Mt Paozu, but the contestants didn't have to know that.
Everyone went to their cabins after this, while Erik, Gleciar and the camera crew headed to their mansion where they celebrated and drank for a first and glorious episode. “To the start to a great season!” They all cheered and downed their drinks. This was certainly gonna be a fun and interesting month for everyone. Well, except for the campers.
A Few Days Earlier
Gleciar was really tired after the fight he had the previous day, he was in his pod trying to take a nap, until another earthquake shook the mountain. He jumped off the pod and ran off the cave shouting. “I swear to god, Articho, if Its you again I will kick your… ass…”
It was then he saw it, cameras, cranes, cargo, boxes, equipment, people and a huge food bar. He had no idea what this was, but it was really annoying. He shot a ki blast to the mountainside to get everyone’s attention. “Get the hell out of my home or I’ll make you get out!”
One of the men smirked as he approached him, he wore an expensive looking suit black suit. Even his hairdo and tan looked like they were worth a little fortune. “Hello, Mr. Gleciar” How did he know his name?! “I am Albert Decker, the representative lawyer of TD Entertainment, and we know for a fact that you don’t own this area, in fact, it’s a public area, that we have decided to use for filming location of our reality show: TD Mt Paozu Edition.”
Gleciar frowned, he had never been one for law or politics, but he knew this wasn’t good for him. “And what do you plan to do with me? Throw me out? And why do you know my name?”
Then smirk on the man’s face turned into a grin. “Not at all, we want to hire you for your unique abilities, we will allow you to keep your…” He chuckled. “…home. In exchange, you have to play a role in this season of the show.”
Gleciar’s frown turned into a scowl. “You still haven’t answered the second question… And what kind of role?”
“Oh, right, because of your participation in that cooking contest two months ago. And as for your role… Well… For one you shall be the cook for the camp… And Co-Host of this season.”
Today, a few hours ago
The construction had finished yesterday and the finishing touches were being put on the sets. Gleciar was walking around in a bloodied white apron and a chef hat, looking for the host of the show: Erik Ravallo, a tall blond guy with an unnaturally orange tan, wearing black cargo pants, a white polo and a grey vest.
“Oh, there you are, ‘Chef’” He said winking. “Remember what you gotta do?”
“Yeah, yeah, prepare the traps and cannons for today’s challenge, then check the parachutes and go cook the worst edible food possible, then get in character.” Gleciar answered.
“Which is?”
He sighed. “An stereotypical blood thirsty Arcosian that will probably be more like a steriotipical Saiyan.”
“Perfect!” He said grinning and putting on his shades. “By the time the campers get here you must be nearly done cooking.” Gleciar nodded and headed off to the away from the camp, which was set on the base of the mountain.
He went up the course the teenagers would have to take, setting up the cartoonist traps he could imagine like tripwires that activated a catapult that launched a wasp nest at you, trap holes covered in leaves, even nooses that if you stepped on them would leave you hanging upside down from a tree branch, and many other traps all the way to the top of the mountain.
After this he went to the camp’s kitchen, normally he would make a huge campfire to cook whatever he hunted, but now he has to cook using a stove and canned food from almost a hundred years ago, generally over or under cooking it. And for drinks he mixed anything from the fridge in the blender, using stuff like eggs, meat, hot sauce, and so on.
By the time he finished ‘cooking’, the campers had arrived, all of them were some sort of teenage stereotype: jocks, punks, geeks, queen bees, and whatever else. He could hear them all bickering in the dining room next door. He sighed and got into character.
He slammed the metallic doors open, stomping and shouting. “ALRIGHT YA BUNCH OF MAGGOTS, LISTEN UP! I AM GLECIAR, YOUR DEAR CHEF! AND I WILL COOK HORRIBLE FOOD FOR YOU BUNCH OF SISSIES IF YOU LIKE IT OR NOT! WHY!? ‘CAUSE I'M BEING PAID FOR IT! AND YOU WON'T GET ANY QUALITY FOOD UNTIL THE FINAL EPISODE OF THE SEASON! THAT MEANS ONLY TWO OF YOU WILL EAT WELL BY THE END! AND DON'T BOTHER TELLING ME YOUR NAMES CAUSE I WON'T LEARN THEM! NOW EVERYONE GO EAT YOUR HORRIBLE MASH!” He sighed and added in a softer, kinder voice, “If anyone has an allergy please tell me so i can give you the proper plate.”
Everyone tried to eat. Some didn't after smelling it or trying their first bite, and at least one person did his best to finish his food out of respect, or maybe fear, but he ended up puking it all. And there was the one fat idiot who ate all of his own and then some. After eating, everyone went to the entrance of the camp where Erik explained the challenge, or at least the first part of it..
And thats how it came to Gleciar shooting baby dinosaurs at the teenagers, while they managed to avoid the most obvious trap, but not all of the giant axes, logs and sleep darts coming at them. Everyone was surprisingly athletic, even the fat guy who managed to stay around the middle of the group.
It took them two hours of running, which Gleciar would have done in 5 minutes running and less than a minute flying. They had made it to the top and from there, he had to show them how to use the parachutes so they could land on a dinosaur’s nest, where each of them had to retrieve a totem.
At Erik’s signal he strapped on the only parachute that properly worked and jumped off the mountain towards the dinosaur’s nest. There he slapped the dinosaur’s ass to wake it up and flew back up to the mountain, but stopped short noticing that Erik had already gotten in his helicopter. He got in and sat in the border, grabbing a megaphone and shouting at the campers, “Remember how Erik said you ALL had to get a totem? THAT WAS A LIE! You are 17 and there are only 16 totems! The one who doesn't get one is eliminated! Now jump in whatever order you want, or everyone at the same time, just get there grab your totem and run back to the camp. We will keep an eye on you from the helicopter!” He closed the helicopters door and sat in his chair.
“Now you get why I love my job and people love the show?” Erik said, snickering to himself.
Gleciar smirked. “I enjoyed it from the second i slammed those doors open!” They both laughed and watched from the windows the contestants jump with the parachutes on different level of use, some were a bit rugged, others had patches holding them together, there was even one with a few holes.
After almost a half an hour of running and screaming everyone had made it to the camp, even the dinosaur, which Gleciar quickly tossed away with his incredible strength. Once everyone calmed down the show continued. Erik asked everyone to show their totems. There were two kinds: one based on a saber tooth tiger and the other on a dinosaur, each representing the team you were to be a part of. Surprisingly, it was the jock who didnt get a totem: it seemed like he was the one who got the parachute with holes and had passed out for a while, by the time he made it back to the camp everyone was already in their teams.
The ceremony for making the teams; dubbed “Cute Kitty” and “Lazy Gator”, was followed by a short send-off for the jock: they had installed a huge sewer line that lead to South Capitol and they made him ride it using a surfboard. It wasn't actually going to South Capitol, it was actually going to a nice little cabin a few miles south of Mt Paozu, but the contestants didn't have to know that.
Everyone went to their cabins after this, while Erik, Gleciar and the camera crew headed to their mansion where they celebrated and drank for a first and glorious episode. “To the start to a great season!” They all cheered and downed their drinks. This was certainly gonna be a fun and interesting month for everyone. Well, except for the campers.