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Post by Om-Yogu on Aug 4, 2023 23:51:35 GMT -5
It's eleven-thirty at night when a ki blast shatters the glass door to Rockin' Ricky's Guitar Center. The alarm blares, and Yogu bolts in to grab as much crap as possible. All was going according to plan. Okay, well, plan wasn't the exact right word. That would imply some strategy behind what he was doing. There was none; he didn't even know how to play a guitar! But the state of the world was seriously messed up! And while Yogu rode around on the Hunka Junk 2.0, he thought about that. What could he do to improve things? He didn't have a damn clue! But he knew he had to do something. The reckless vagrant suddenly had a grand idea, "Make a statement." Whatever that meant, he didn't have a clue. But he was hooked on the concept, and nothing would stop him now. When he had this revelation, he was stopped at a red light and just happened to be next to Rockin' Ricky's humble guitar store.
So, boom. Shattered door. Yogu comes walking back out of said door carrying two guitars and all sorts of equipment that he knew nothing about: picks, amps, an HDMI cord, a mouse, all very essential guitar things. Now all he had to do was figure out what he would do with all that stuff. Just as he got to that step in his 'plan', the sirens of police cars came within earshot. Yogu had almost forgotten how crime worked. What was going on with him tonight? "Wuh oh! Time to boogie..." He says aloud to himself before revving up the Hunka Junk and readying to take off down the streets of South City. Just an hour in the city, and he was already starting trouble for himself. And what the hell kind of statement was he gonna make anyway? 'The world sucks'? All that needed to happen was for his escape to go smoothly and for nothing else to complicate this frankly pointless situation any further. Easier said than done.
So, boom. Shattered door. Yogu comes walking back out of said door carrying two guitars and all sorts of equipment that he knew nothing about: picks, amps, an HDMI cord, a mouse, all very essential guitar things. Now all he had to do was figure out what he would do with all that stuff. Just as he got to that step in his 'plan', the sirens of police cars came within earshot. Yogu had almost forgotten how crime worked. What was going on with him tonight? "Wuh oh! Time to boogie..." He says aloud to himself before revving up the Hunka Junk and readying to take off down the streets of South City. Just an hour in the city, and he was already starting trouble for himself. And what the hell kind of statement was he gonna make anyway? 'The world sucks'? All that needed to happen was for his escape to go smoothly and for nothing else to complicate this frankly pointless situation any further. Easier said than done.
What a fool this clown is...
Total WC: 339
