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A Matter Of Perspective; personal saga, if invited.
Topic Started: Apr 26 2009, 02:42 PM (262 Views)
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With a sound akin to ripping cloth, the exit, and entrance, flap to the restaurant flew open as Bojack thrust it aside and stormed down the wooden steps. He wore nothing more than his trademark blue jacket that didn't do too much to cover his abdomen, and fluffed at the shoulders. A cloth was tied around his waist, acting mainly as a belt for his white pants. His feet adorned a pair of boot length strapped sneakers that featured dark colored segments on the toe and heel. His right hand was empty, save for an apple, but his left hand appeared gloved in crimson.

Blood.

What the fuck do people got against aliens? Shit., Bojack thought. He was furious. The chefs refused to cook for him, because of the color of his skin, and the waiters didn't even accept his tip when he got a bag of chips. So, he had to take matters into his hands, showing everybody in the restaurant how much shit a alien could fuck up when he's mad. And it got the job done, but it bloodied his hand - a steep price to pay for anything.

He dared not wipe it against his clothes for fearing of ruining them. He could afford another pair, sure, but he was an alien after all.

And aliens were notorious for being cheap.

Cheap shots, cheap clothing, cheap jokes, it didn't matter. But he was running low on Zeni now, and he needed a job. And it was came in the form of a poster.

Mercenaries needed! That's all it said. Nothing more, nothing less. It didn't even have how much they would pay him, but it was intriguing, and to find out even more about the job, Bojack decided to head to the next town, the capitol of the state. But before he did that, he wiped his hand against the poster.

And then he was off.

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Man, it was awesome being human. You got all the best food, nice clothes, women drooling over you in the street. Things just kind of fell into your lap, and you got nearly everything you wanted. People wanted your autograph all the time. Especially if you were Spopovich. And he was Spopovich.

"Hey chick, how you doing?" He called to a random girl in the street as he walked by, she looked pretty disgusted but he flexed anyway. "No way can these girls get anyone better then me... all they want is some rich ass." He cursed, looking at his empty pockets. Spent too much on booze again. For him and Roshi. Freeloading old bastard.

He dusted himself off and took a relaxing walk down the street. He had escaped from Roshi's everyday training game again and now he was trying to relax, for real this time. No way he was going to get in involved in any crazy hijinks this time.

Well... maybe if they pay well. And I mean really well. Like rolling in bling well.

Mercenaries Wanted!
Paying Really Well, Like, Bling Well!

Well, damn.

Spopovich glanced around and sighed, before hitchhiking with another pickup driver. He'd know every truck driver in the surrounding area before he was down with Roshi. He sighed as he chilled in the back of it, glancing off into space. That bulletin wasn't very informative. He wondered what he'd have to do, and where exactly he'd have to go. He hadn't done any mercenary work in quite a while, and that was back when he was with the army and a little after, before he started fighting professionally. But you couldn't find that much good paying tournament work these days. It sucked, but that was the economy for ya.

He wondered where this place was again.

Couldn't be too far.
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As he passed underneath the boughs of the dense forest that guarded the interior of the mountain range, the air became noticeably cooler and the soft bed of needles on the ground muffled his footsteps. The tall, dark, grim trees that loomed over him seemed to be watching as he made his way between the thick trunks and around the twisted roots that knuckled up out of the moist earth, standing two, three, and often, four feet high. Large black squirrels scampered among the branches, chattering loudly. A thick layer of moss blanketed the corpses of trees that had fallen. Ferns and thimble berries and other green leafy plans flourished alongside mushrooms of every shape, size, and color.

"Where the fuck all this come from?" It had been an hour since Bojack had depended from the town, and already, he was seeing mountains, and squirrels, and mushrooms, and squirrels and shit. He wasn't that fast of a walker, not at all.

Fuck it.

At least he was making good time. He would be in the city in just a few hours. If he knew how to fly, this trip wouldn't take so long. Hell, if he knew how to teleport like those "saiyans" or whatever they were called knew how to do, it wouldn't take much time.

Until he found another medium.

He heard a pick-up truck on the road. And it looked like it had room for him. He got in the middle of the road. Screw that thumb-out stuff, he was going to make sure this guy couldn't ignore him. After introducing himself, Bojack practically extorted the guy into giving him a ride.

He jumped into the back. There was a pleasant surprise.

A bald guy. A big bald guy. "What up, homie? Bojack said. He realized something, then laughed out loud. Really loud. "Ain't you that fool that got pussy-whipped at that tournament last year? You got a fake neck or something? Damn, son. Damn."

And as if from some sort of divine intervention, the truck had a flat.
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Man, look at all these trees and shit. It was a pleasant view for a while, till some big guy waved down the truck. Spopovich didn't get a good look at him. Till he came around the back.

Looked like some big green dude with flaming orange hair. Maybe some kind of circus performer, Spopovich hoped he didn't want a hand out. He sized him up for a bit, and then figured he was either a circus runaway or a hobo. Spopovich eyed him as he crawled in the back, and then he said something awful.

"I won that fight, you hobo son of bitch. Kicked her all over the ring and gave a great show, you know she had to be a tough fighter 'cause she was Hercule's kid, and hes the second greatest martial artist in the world right now." Spopovich said, his voice on the verge of anger. His knuckles cracked under the pressure of his fist, as he leaned in closer. "I'm the first." He clarified, looking smug.

"And I don't need no gay hobo telling me how to do my job, did I tell you how fabulous your hair would look bright orange?" He chuckled to himself. "'Cause you should be kicking that guy." And then something popped, a terrible sound that signaled the end of their free ride. He cursed to himself and hopped out of the back.

"Looks like there was just too much muscle mass for one truck to handle. Ford tough, indeed." The burly martial artists said, looking down at the tire. "I don't figur' you got a spare? Looks like we're hoofing it." He sighed to himself, looking down the road. "Damn, looks like its quite a ways. Guess we'd better get walking." He said, looking back at his two new walking companions. "So, where you off to, is there some sort of hair convention in town?"
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Fuck Hercule. Fuck Hercule's kid. Hercule was a fraud. Bojack saw right through the guy. But his daughter was another story. She was spunky, apparently, and she was hot. And Bojack would do her.

Honestly, Bojack didn't care too much what this guy had to say. They would exchange banter, and that would be that. They wouldn't exchange fists, unless the bald guy wanted to ride this train.

But he wouldn't be able to. The ride was somnolent, until of course, the tire popping open.

"Why is it always the bald mothafuckas like you, trying to diss somebody else's hair?" He said to the bald guy, then looked over at the driver, "And why the hell don't you have a spare tire? The fuck's up with that?" He wasn't about to waste anymore words. He had to get into town. But it was quite a ways off. He looked at the stout driver, and then at the muscular bald.

"Let's go." The trees offered shade, and the ground was soft for walking. It wouldn't be that bad. But fuck it all. Bojack hated doing stuff he didn't have to. And he didn't have to walk.

"I'm Bojack."

And just before he could even try to shake the guy's hand, an arrow whizzed past him and planted itself in a nearby tree. "What the- He loked at the direction the arrow came from, and saw four equestrians.

"HALT! Dare you walk past our land without paying a toll first? The penalty is death!" They said. The lines were obviously rehearsed.

Dumb asses.
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Pick-Up Truck Man had no excuses for his lack of a spare tire. It was against his religion or something.

Spopovich knew that people thought he was awesome when ever he mentioned besting Hercule or anything of the like. At least, he knew he was totally awesome.

The trees looked green and were pretty shady, which was nice for walking. He sighed, and looked up at the sky. Maybe he should just fly there... but nah, these two normal guys would probably get really freaked out. And, besides, flying was hard and took a lot out of him. It wasn't like he was lazy... okay, he was lazy, but screw it. Pick-Up Man was already looking pretty worn out, walking was no problem for him really. Especially after days of running with Roshi.

But he didn't take this day off to do more walking.

"Hey man, ladies love the bald look." Spopovich shot back, allowing his hand to run smoothly over his sheer chrome dome. "They come for the curtains and stay for the whole package, ya know what I mean?" He said, flexing a bit. "Yeah, I'm Spopovich, as you know. One bad mother fucker." He replied to the last part, almost extending a hand. But then they were interrupted. An arrow lodged itself nearby.

Who still used arrows?

"HALT! Dare you walk past our land without paying a toll first? The penalty is death!"

"Hey, I'm walking here!" The brute yelled, looking pretty pissed off. Without waiting for another response, he took off charging at the nearest house-bound guy and jumped up on him to surprise him, grabbing his horses reigns to pull himself up and hopefully clocking him in the face. He turned to face the other guys, daring them to do something and maybe intimidating them into running away.

"Don't you know who I am?! I'm the SpopoVICH!"
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Hey, I'm walking here!” was Spopovich's initial response to the attack. Spopo then charged towards the closest horse-rider, and knocked him off the horse. “Don't you know who I am?! I'm the SpopoVICH!" He said to the other two horse riders. The one Spopovich knocked down was possibly the leader, the Robin Hood of the group. And the other two must have been his “Merry Men.”

Fuck that.

Bojack ran towards the other two at superhuman speed, clotheslining one of the two off. He looked at the other one, hoping the truck-driver would pick the other one off. Bojack couldn't be asked to do it, he had already found a comfortable position on top of the horse.

I am Bojack. Fear me.” Bojack said. His tone was simple.

And yet, the truck-driver named Bob never attacked, and Bojack and Spopovich were left to fend for themselves on top of the horse. “You look kinda tired from that last guy, kid. I got him, it's all good.” Bojack jumped off the horse. He picked up a rock, examining it in his hand before taking any further action. “Why ain't you runned yet?” said the alien to “Merry Man.”

He slung the rock towards the guy, and it hit him square on the head. That was that.

He looked around for Bob, the truck-driver, and he was nowhere to be found. Until Bojack heard water hitting the ground. “You hear that?” Bojack asked Spopovich. And then Bob came out from behind a tree, his pants soaking wet.

Bojack laughed at him. And pointed. “Look at pissy pants!” Bojack exclaimed, not once, but over a dozen times.

Once they were all settled on their respective horses, Bojack began to lead his group down the road. The three land-pirates were tied around a tree, just to make sure they wouldn't be bothering anybody else.

Bojack also took it upon himself to give them a wedgie. “Hey, yo, Spo. That was some tight shit, wasn't it?
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Spopovich whistled at the display performed by the mighty Bojack, chuckling at his remarks during the battle and letting him have his fun. And he thought he'd have to handle it himself. Looks like this guy wasn't just for show.

The burly warrior patted his horse that he commedeered from the bandits, and trotted alongside his group. "I didn't know you were a fighter, Bojack. Nice work on such weak pansies." He laughed back at them from their position at the tree. "Man, hope we make it to the next town soon- I bet ole' Piss Pants there will start to chaff soon."

"I should have never given no ride to nobody..." Pick-Up Man complained.

"That pick-up sucked, without us, you'd be in the exact same situation except you'd be dead and pissed yourself instead of just the latter." Spopovich scolded, then laughed at him again. "Once we get in town I'm buying you a round, Bojack man, haha. Can't believe he pissed himself..." He chuckled once more.

The road passed faster, but still uneventful. The horses were undisciplined, possibly stolen, and didn't move very fast. Still, it was better then just walking the whole way. A lot better. The sun was higher in the sky now and was beating down pretty hard, and Spopovich sweats like a race pig. "Who decided for it to be so goddamn hot?!" He yelled up at the sky with a scowl.

The riding was still uneventful till they came across a great canyon, and the bridge was out. It looked like there was a rushing river at the bottom. "Oh, you've got to be kidding... are we going to run into every traveling cliche..." He mumbled to himself, looking down off the side. It looked like there were more bandits at the other side, maybe friends of the ones they took down earlier. They also looked more technologically equipped.
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"That pick-up sucked, without us, you'd be in the exact same situation except you'd be dead and pissed yourself instead of just the latter. Once we get in town I'm buying you a round, Bojack man, haha. Can't believe he pissed himself..."

This fool was pretty cool. Bojack liked him. And along with that, Bojack was getting a free round of beers off of his new companion. Still, he was a chump, and the alien was sure he could own him in a fight, if things got rough between the two. The heat was getting to him.

The heat was getting to the both of them. Spopovich looked like a race pig, with sweat dripping off his bald head. “I don't know man, God just made me that way. Bojack said, with the little ounce of wit left in him that hadn't been evaporated by now. “Goddamn horse is rubbing my balls together.” The disobedient horse seem to liked that statement as he made the riding even more unpleasant.

Finally, the half-way mark – the bridge. But sadly, it was gone. And all that was left was open space. Bojack could probably jump it carrying a horse. And he was sure Spo could do the same. But it wasn't that simple.

It never was.

On the other side of the canyon, there were even more bandits. Spo confirmed his suspicions. “I guess they got things for studs like us.” Bojack said. A bullet flew past his face, leaving a small cut across his cheek. It landed right in the driver's right arm, who let out another yelp. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.” Why couldn't these jabronis have used arrows instead?

Bojack leaped off the horse and went to the aid of the driver. The bullet seemed like it missed any vital organs, not that Bojack knew, but rather assumed. “You gonna be o-” And then the smell hit Bojack's nose. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SMELL?

Oh, I think I shit myself. Oh god, help me. Oh, god. No. I shit myself.” The driver said.

Oh fuck, this was going to be messy. “Spopovich, come over here and give my man a hand.” Which was the exact reason Bojack was going to leave it up to Spo to help the driver.

Turning his attention back to the bandits on the other side, he counted six of them. He picked up a small rock, like before, and let it rip towards the guy who he assumed shot the bullet. It appeared to go right through his cranium, which followed with him sliding out of the saddle and onto the ground below. “Fuck yeah.

And now they had to find a way across the canyon. “Let's jump this shit before they get a chance to shoot again.
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They never got that chance.

Another round of bullets flew past the trio in rapid succession. It didn’t hit anyone of them, thankfully. And even if it did hit Bojack, he was sure enough that he would be able to stop it before it caused any sort of pain. Hopefully the same could be said for his partner of the moment, Spopovich.

Something strange happened. The guy whose head was split open by the rock that Bojack had thrown a moment ago had gotten back up and sat on his horse. And then it was as clear as day what was going on. These guys were holograms. But ..interactive. One could “wound” them, but not kill them. And even though they were holograms, the bullets they sprayed towards the alien and his bald counterpart were legit – how was that possible?

Bojack wasn’t the smartest tool in the hardware store, but he knew what was going on. Maybe half of the people on the other side were holograms, and the others were people – actual living, breathing people. But which ones? Bojack ran out of rocks to throw, and he couldn’t risk living the other two members of his party behind. Not in this surrounding. It would be much too easy for a sneak attack.

That, and the driver had already shat his pants; there was no reason to worry him any further by leaving.

SPOPOVICH! What the fuck do we do!” Bojack shouted. The bullets were incessent. Hell, for shooting at someone that was unarmed, these guys sure did suck balls.

Another spark lit up Bojack’s mind. He quickly explained the situation to Spopovich, after realizing he had failed to do so.

It would require teamwork, what Bojack had planned, but it wouldn’t be without a reward. “How good’s your aim, bro?” Bojack asked, “’cause I need you to throw me across this cliff. And straight at the guy in the back, the one with the pistol.
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"I could help you with that! I saw you guys when I was flying looking for something to do, looks like I found somthing to do." Jeice picked up Bojack and flung him over the cliff with all his might. It went right through the man with the pistol. Wait, what the hell! Right through the freaking thing!" Jeice yelled in a pissed off tone. Jeice was thinking of where the hologram could be projected from, no ideas came to mind.

Jeice was confused, he had no idea where the freakin holograms were coming from. To top it all off Bojack was headfirst into the earth, the throw was a waste of energy. "I'll come get ya Bojack! Come on Spopovich, let's go get him." Jeice pulled Bojack out of the dirt. Jeice assumed Bojack had some dirt in his mouth after that incident.

The man with the pistol turned around and saw the red alien, and shot Jeice right in the middle finger of his right hand. "Shit! What the deuce was that for you jerk!" Jeice took his left hand and took a mighty swing at the old man. "Damn it! I can't kill him! Everything goes right through him!" Jeice shouted. "Damn, my middle finger hurts now!"

"I've had it with these holothings! I'm really getting annoyed by these things and I see no source of a projection. And how are inanimate objects shooting real bullets? Thats a little weird." Jeice mumbled to himself. Jeice looked around for some sort of a projection, none were in Jeice's view. "Spopocvich, any ideas? I have no clue." Jeice was proplexed by the difficult situation at hand. No ideas in mind. Jeice decided to sit down and think about what's causing this odd situation. Never before has Jeice dealt with something this weird, he's not too happy about it either.
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Bojack looked at Spopovich, the new red guy, and the driver. These bitches were tripping hard.

They couldn't even beat a small column of holographs. It was complete bullshit. Bojack, the mighty. The all-powerful. The badass. Bojack, the god, being humiliated by these ..peasants. It wasn't a pretty sight, to Bojack. Not at all.

"Look guys, you bitches are gay. I'm out of here. I hope ya'll can handle them. If not, too bad." Bojack said, before beginning to walk away. He didn't care if he got shot. He didn't care if anybody got shot. He wanted the hell out of there, and quick too.

It was mainly the red guy's fault. He came out of nowhere and flung the alien across the cliff, and then had him eating dirt. Screw that. Bojack shouldn't have had to do that. And he wasn't going to. The red guy could eat dirt. Bojack thought about shoving some down his throat for a second, but decided against it. He could handle them both one-on-one, but if they ganged up on him, he would be in hot water. And he was cold-blooded.

He picked up a few rocks and threw them at the holograms, and hoped they actually killed somebody. He then spun around on his heel, and began to walk away. He raised his arm, his middle finger also raised. Fuck the free world. Bojack wasn't going to put up with it.

His thoughts began to get redundant, but he wasn't able to feel anything aside from anger and humiliation. He wasn't a humble guy, not in the slightest.

He was Bojack. And he was about to kick some ass with this new-found anger of his.

"See ya."
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