Post by Mister Steel on Mar 18, 2021 23:19:56 GMT -5
THE UNBREAKABLE MISTER STEEL!
PL: 5,000, in base form
No items.
"Hup!"
*woosh*
"Hup!"
*woosh*
"Hup!"
*woosh*
This was the sound that greeted those few that were up at the crack of dawn in the distant outskirts of East City, where suburb met farm land and undeveloped real-estate. The source? A little hairy man that was leaping from rooftop to rooftop with far more grace than his stout body should have had. It was almost like he was half-jumping, half-tiptoeing his way to the abandoned lots and farms outside of town. It was like something out of a martial-arts movie!
Eventually, said little man left the houses behind and landed gracefully in meadow of some sort. The place was beautiful, pristine... and the closest thing a city boy could get to the great outdoors without travelling hours away from his town by car. Trees were growing in a little thicket to the west, and to the east were the suburbs in the great distance. Grass and various wildflowers that gardeners would have termed weeds grew tall and proud all around, and there were a few great boulders that hadn't been broken down or hauled away. Yes, it was nice and peaceful.
Donût took a deep breath of the sweet air, then nodded. He set down the boombox that he had been carrying, then moved his arms and rolled his shoulders to force his backpack to the ground. Once he was free of that, he nodded... and pulled down the hood of his hot-pink sweatshirt.
"Alright!"
He said to nobody in particular.
"Time ta get sum trainin' in before ma big trip!"
Again, this was said to nobody in particular, just let out into the world. Once he'd made his announcement, the buff little man pressed the "play" button on his (digital) boombox and loaded up the playlist he'd set up ahead of time...
...And began his training regimen. As always, he started with his strikes, an alternating set of punches and kicks done over and over and over... Jab... cross punch... roundhouse kick... Upper kick... Jab... cross punch... roundhouse kick... upper kick...
PL: 5,000, in base form
No items.
"Hup!"
*woosh*
"Hup!"
*woosh*
"Hup!"
*woosh*
This was the sound that greeted those few that were up at the crack of dawn in the distant outskirts of East City, where suburb met farm land and undeveloped real-estate. The source? A little hairy man that was leaping from rooftop to rooftop with far more grace than his stout body should have had. It was almost like he was half-jumping, half-tiptoeing his way to the abandoned lots and farms outside of town. It was like something out of a martial-arts movie!
Eventually, said little man left the houses behind and landed gracefully in meadow of some sort. The place was beautiful, pristine... and the closest thing a city boy could get to the great outdoors without travelling hours away from his town by car. Trees were growing in a little thicket to the west, and to the east were the suburbs in the great distance. Grass and various wildflowers that gardeners would have termed weeds grew tall and proud all around, and there were a few great boulders that hadn't been broken down or hauled away. Yes, it was nice and peaceful.
Donût took a deep breath of the sweet air, then nodded. He set down the boombox that he had been carrying, then moved his arms and rolled his shoulders to force his backpack to the ground. Once he was free of that, he nodded... and pulled down the hood of his hot-pink sweatshirt.
"Alright!"
He said to nobody in particular.
"Time ta get sum trainin' in before ma big trip!"
Again, this was said to nobody in particular, just let out into the world. Once he'd made his announcement, the buff little man pressed the "play" button on his (digital) boombox and loaded up the playlist he'd set up ahead of time...
...And began his training regimen. As always, he started with his strikes, an alternating set of punches and kicks done over and over and over... Jab... cross punch... roundhouse kick... Upper kick... Jab... cross punch... roundhouse kick... upper kick...