Streets of Fandom (Or What's Left Of Them), Sunday Morning
Yeah, so, being a leader of the Reserves meant he should probably stick with the party line and do all of that 'buddy system' stuff.
Should. Probably.
These were not very definite words.
And Jak was not really a stay-at-home kind of guy.
He'd been out for an hour already, shooting at giant flying... whatever they were, frying dogs and generally kicking ass. And, okay-- maybe he was getting a little tired. So heading back to the school? Good plan.
The large, greenish-yellow hulking thing that blocked his way had other ideas, though. "Kill the human!" the Super Mutant gleed, and swung a sledgehammer at Jak's head. Well.
Crap.
Jak jumped, and opened fire. This... was going to be a problem he needed to erase quickly.
[[ open for anyone wanting to fight beasties and/or a Super Mutant with ol' big-ears ]]
Should. Probably.
These were not very definite words.
And Jak was not really a stay-at-home kind of guy.
He'd been out for an hour already, shooting at giant flying... whatever they were, frying dogs and generally kicking ass. And, okay-- maybe he was getting a little tired. So heading back to the school? Good plan.
The large, greenish-yellow hulking thing that blocked his way had other ideas, though. "Kill the human!" the Super Mutant gleed, and swung a sledgehammer at Jak's head. Well.
Crap.
Jak jumped, and opened fire. This... was going to be a problem he needed to erase quickly.
[[ open for anyone wanting to fight beasties and/or a Super Mutant with ol' big-ears ]]