Post by Yung on May 12, 2017 19:34:43 GMT
Tap, tap, tap. As Yung, slept rapt on his make-do bed in the middle of the Bamboo forest, the cool dew of nature’s mornings fell onto his forehead. He gently woke up as he wiped his face using his bandana, slowly yawning while opening his eyes. He was prepared to start his day, as he stood up in a straight motion prepared to conquer any challenges that came his way. Yung would change into his normal outfit, the red white and blue with yellow stars, that conveyed his feelings of liberty in the world. He truly did not know where the concept came from, but he had purchased his own training Gi long ago, and ever since then he continued to wear it. He would then pack up his sleeping bag as he placed all his valuables in his backpack. That was all Yung took around with him; his backpack. He put his pots, pans, toothbrush, alongside his pyjamas.
He slowly made his way to the path that was carved out for visitors that were coming to the Bamboo forest for the first time. As he sighed at man’s creation, he began to feel ignorant of what technology and humanity has become, as he left his house to live a life of isolation. He then began to make his way down the path, as his stomach began to growl as he heard it and gasped in shock. Yung never truly felt hunger, but at times his body did give him a memo to let him know.
Yung would continue to trot down the path, as he then walked into a coconut, as a coconut swiftly fell down and came aimed at his head. He would then quickly use after image to get out of the way, in time enough for the coconut to fall onto the image of himself he left behind, as it turned the image into air again. He would then walk towards the coconut as he picked it up, and then banged the fruit’s hard shell with his elbow, making a cracking sound. Yung would begin to drink the coconut water as he thought to himself:
“Why don’t people live with nature like me. It’s simply amazing… The sun is out and this coconut water is refreshing than ever. The green trees, and a breezy morning enough for anyone to be fully satisfied with life…”
He would sigh, and then open up the fruit with his brute force; eating the inner components of the delicate food source. He truly didn’t understand the mindset of most human beings, which was why he didn’t have much friends in his childhood. As he continued to eat, he would sit down against a tree to eat comfortably.
Once he finished the coconut, he would stand up from his spot and began to make his way into the nearest city again. As he slowly arrived to the East Capital, he would begin to look around at the civilization he left behind. Yung started to truly feel nostalgic. Moments with his family that he left behind and moments with people of the city, yet he swiftly disbanded these thoughts as he returned to think about nature. He would walk up to a random man as he questioned him:
“Heeey dude, do ya know where I can find a dojo or something?”
“What the hell you talking about you weeb cosplayer!”
The man would say as he pushed Yung back away from him. Yung looked confused as he smiled and walked it off. Did he look like a weeb cosplayer?! He truly disliked anime or anything of the sort, so he would decide to move to another random woman:
“Heeey baby cakes! Do I look like a weeb coplayer to you?...”
The woman would look at him weirdly as she would think for a second then answer:
“Hmm… honestly...You kinda do, especially with that cowboy outfit. What are those red white and blue colors?”
Yung would sigh as he disbanded the woman’s question and flew up and continued forward. He no longer cared for finding a dojo, he simply wanted to know why he looked like a weeb cosplayer. As Yung was the carefree person he always has been, he flew around the sky as he began to hover over East City. He slowly began to tear up as he screamed out to the whole East City population:
“I AM NOT A WEEB COSPLAYER!”
He slowly made his way to the path that was carved out for visitors that were coming to the Bamboo forest for the first time. As he sighed at man’s creation, he began to feel ignorant of what technology and humanity has become, as he left his house to live a life of isolation. He then began to make his way down the path, as his stomach began to growl as he heard it and gasped in shock. Yung never truly felt hunger, but at times his body did give him a memo to let him know.
Yung would continue to trot down the path, as he then walked into a coconut, as a coconut swiftly fell down and came aimed at his head. He would then quickly use after image to get out of the way, in time enough for the coconut to fall onto the image of himself he left behind, as it turned the image into air again. He would then walk towards the coconut as he picked it up, and then banged the fruit’s hard shell with his elbow, making a cracking sound. Yung would begin to drink the coconut water as he thought to himself:
“Why don’t people live with nature like me. It’s simply amazing… The sun is out and this coconut water is refreshing than ever. The green trees, and a breezy morning enough for anyone to be fully satisfied with life…”
He would sigh, and then open up the fruit with his brute force; eating the inner components of the delicate food source. He truly didn’t understand the mindset of most human beings, which was why he didn’t have much friends in his childhood. As he continued to eat, he would sit down against a tree to eat comfortably.
Once he finished the coconut, he would stand up from his spot and began to make his way into the nearest city again. As he slowly arrived to the East Capital, he would begin to look around at the civilization he left behind. Yung started to truly feel nostalgic. Moments with his family that he left behind and moments with people of the city, yet he swiftly disbanded these thoughts as he returned to think about nature. He would walk up to a random man as he questioned him:
“Heeey dude, do ya know where I can find a dojo or something?”
“What the hell you talking about you weeb cosplayer!”
The man would say as he pushed Yung back away from him. Yung looked confused as he smiled and walked it off. Did he look like a weeb cosplayer?! He truly disliked anime or anything of the sort, so he would decide to move to another random woman:
“Heeey baby cakes! Do I look like a weeb coplayer to you?...”
The woman would look at him weirdly as she would think for a second then answer:
“Hmm… honestly...You kinda do, especially with that cowboy outfit. What are those red white and blue colors?”
Yung would sigh as he disbanded the woman’s question and flew up and continued forward. He no longer cared for finding a dojo, he simply wanted to know why he looked like a weeb cosplayer. As Yung was the carefree person he always has been, he flew around the sky as he began to hover over East City. He slowly began to tear up as he screamed out to the whole East City population:
“I AM NOT A WEEB COSPLAYER!”