Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2021 7:36:23 GMT -5
The sound of a humming engine, interrupted only by the occasional rickety bump of the rusted frame and the rattle of the loose door on the passenger side was pretty annoying to hear. Coupled with the dust kicked up by the hovering vehicle and the beating of the sun on his dashboard, it made this deliveries pretty uncomfortable for Matoto. He already disliked deserts as is, but this whole damn world felt like a damn desert. His only anodyne to this whole ordeal was the music blaring from his radio, the static from the station causing it to sound nearly as awful as the engine sounds.
Matoto had gotten a job finally, most of his time was spent working his ass off for a miserably low pay so he could live in the city. He had come home sometime ago, but only now had he managed to get his life together. He was a delivery driver for the saiyan empire, nothing crucial like war supplies but simply amenities like soap and other things. His life was dull to say the least, having been recruited to rejoin the saiyan empire only to be stuck in a truck of all things. He felt under utilized by his superiors but they had read he was banished sometime ago and believed him not fit to join the war front.
Not only was Matoto disgusted by this decision, he was left with one of the most menial tasks to ever exist. He had such high aspirations only to fall into a life of mediocrity to simply support himself in a civilization who hated him. But he supposed it could be worse, he could be stuck in a factory putting springs on other pieces of metal... so he was at least out in the world, but damn did his job suck...
PL: 19,000
WC: 309
Matoto had gotten a job finally, most of his time was spent working his ass off for a miserably low pay so he could live in the city. He had come home sometime ago, but only now had he managed to get his life together. He was a delivery driver for the saiyan empire, nothing crucial like war supplies but simply amenities like soap and other things. His life was dull to say the least, having been recruited to rejoin the saiyan empire only to be stuck in a truck of all things. He felt under utilized by his superiors but they had read he was banished sometime ago and believed him not fit to join the war front.
Not only was Matoto disgusted by this decision, he was left with one of the most menial tasks to ever exist. He had such high aspirations only to fall into a life of mediocrity to simply support himself in a civilization who hated him. But he supposed it could be worse, he could be stuck in a factory putting springs on other pieces of metal... so he was at least out in the world, but damn did his job suck...
PL: 19,000
WC: 309