Post by Terryn Yaki on Jun 22, 2021 14:55:00 GMT -5
Despite the relative silence, Terryn definitely felt like something was amiss.
The sounds of a revved engine echoed deep in the distance, fading away into the seemingly endless Gizard Wasteland. Many men would advise against an Earthling traveling through these parts, as they were known to be commonly used as a battleground for Earth's strongest. You didn't want to get caught in the crossfire.
Terryn was, usually, left unimpressed by these sorts of statements. But even he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was awry.
Things were too quiet and peaceful.
It felt like someone was looking at him.
Perhaps it was just his imagination. Perhaps the desert heat was starting to catch up to him? Perhaps he really was right; After all, his motorcycle was making quite the racket. Kicked up quite the storm of dust, too.
Now that Terryn thought about it, his motorcyle really was making quite the racket. He could've sworn he heard the engine sputter and creak...?
"Oh, you got to be kidding me..."
Terryn's motorcycle skidded to a slow and agonizing halt. He slammed his head into the bike's chassis and groaned loudly under his breath. What was it with him and vehicles breaking down?
Stepping off of the bike, Terryn leaned forward and briefly inspected the engine. It was practically sizzling. Must've overheated...
Terryn shouted a number of profanities out into the wind before kicking the front wheel in frustration. Great! Now he was stuck in the middle of fuck-all nowhere, with no reception and a broken motorcycle.
He'd best find some shade...