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Post by Soilderp on Aug 5, 2017 19:49:02 GMT
As he flew in the day, Soilderp would notice many different things on the ground. He would see the people on the ground, the animals, the foliage moving in the breeze, maybe even some small towns or villages. Strangely, today though, he had saw nothing. No people moved, no animals skittered, not even a single plant was visible. There was only dirt and rocks. When he landed in the wasteland, he began to notice the scars that lightly lined the land. Battle had very clearly taken place here some time ago. This would be a great place to train. As his bag dropped to the ground, he quickly began to train intensely; he punched the rock spires to dust, feeling them break against his fists. It was a feeling he really enjoyed. Today was going to be a good training day. He could feel it deep down. Soon, he moved to simply blasting the rocks and ground around him, trying to output as much energy as he possibly could. That was his training philosophy; if, by the end, he was completely drained, it was a good day. If not, well, it was time to get back up. But, soon enough, he had to take a break. This session had been very tiring, so it would be better to rest now than to completely burn himself out in the long haul. Finally he sat on the ground to take his breath back. Eventually his gaze aimed toward the blue sky above.
I'm at my normal PL with Heavy Weights (1455 PL) This was open to 2 people or for 1 week
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Post by Soilderp on Aug 12, 2017 9:13:48 GMT
Just like the area below it, the sky was almost completely barren, save the occasional bird that flew over. This truly was a massive wasteland. Well, at least he could train with absolutely no restraints. As his focus shifted back to the land around him, Soilderp readied himself to train again. Now that his break was over, he was free to push himself to his absolute limit for the rest of the practice. The rocks around him wouldn't be around much longer. Suddenly, he crashed into the rocks around him with his fists, every punch tearing into his being, and his fists. Pain was required for him to get any stronger than he currently was. He was fine with it though. As the day came to a close, Soilderp finally lifted the weights from his shoulders. He just couldn't train any longer. He had to go home for the night. The night fell as Soilderp flew away
END THREAD I went ahead and salvaged it so I could get something from it Want PL with Heavy Weights
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Bing Gan
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Post by Bing Gan on Aug 13, 2017 9:37:19 GMT
407 words nets you 550 PL! New PL: 8,168!
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