[The feed clicks on to some snickering. Some dumb snickering.]
[Yeah, this is going to be one of those Kuwabara posts.]
[For the moment, there's no one in the frame, but offscreen, one can hear 'Oh man this is so awesome' and 'MAN I LOOK SO COOL!!!']
[Until finally, there's a gruff clearing of the throat, and Kuwabara steps into frame.]
[He's wearing his
bosozoku outfit. Why? Because this is going to be the manliest thing he's ever done. He also has something strapped to his back and waist, but it's impossible to tell from this angle. He puffs out his barrel chest and looks solemnly at the camera...]
[Before he puts on the dumbest grin possible.]
MAN!! I FINALLY SAVED UP ENOUGH CREDS TO GET ONE!!
[He turns his back to the camera to showcase his brand new, sparkling twin rocket jetpack. Clearly, the Thor doesn't require background checks when selling incredibly volatile machinery.]
So now, you guys get to see my debut flight! And after today, you can all call me KUWABARA-SAMAAAAA!!! THE MANLY ROCKET WARRIOR!!!!
[He clears his throat and tugs his headband on tight.]
[He then reaches offscreen and produces an old boombox, which he shoulders. He gives the camera a 'cool grin' and a two fingered wave.]
See you guys in the wild blue!
[He then presses 'play' on the tapedeck and heavy metal starts blasting, setting the mood for this entire abortion of reason.]
[He then reaches to his side, to the throttle. Or the ignition switch. Or the big red button. Whatever it is you decide to call it, either way, it's not something a person like him should ever be holding. And he mashes the button.]
[What follows can only be described as a perfectly aimed explosion as the twin rockets ignite. All seems like it's going perfect for all of .0000001 seconds. But then, there' a horrifying sputter, and the rockets forcefully launch Kuwabara out of the top of the frame, all to the wicked thrashing of a heavy metal guitar solo.]
[It doesn't look like he's coming ba-- oh wait, there he is in the distance, doing some tricks. Oh wait, no, those aren't tricks, that's him spinning wildly out of control, as he has no concept of how to actually fly with the thing. The heavy metal (coupled with a glass shattering screech) grows stronger as this bullmoose retard rockets at the camera and collides with it, effectively terminating the feed.]
(OOC: OPEN TO ACTION AND WHATNOT)