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Lobo set down the sledgehammer with a growl. All around him was bits and pieces of twisted metal. The growl grew louder as he stared at his spazzfrag 666 spacehawg, that was now broken.
He had been on his was back from an assignment, when it had decided to die on him, leaving him stranded in some place that he had heard the people call 'Nexus'.
"RAAAAAHRGH!!! KILLRENDDISTROYFRAG!!!" He kicked his bike a few times in frustration.
The first day hadn't been THAT bad. He had had a little fight with this greenskinned chick, but after having exchanged a few punched and shots, they called it off.
Next, he had started drinking with some girl, and getting intterupted by this ridicoulusly tall guy. There had seemed as if another fight had been brewing, but he had eventually decided to get laid instead of beating another bastich up.
But there was one thing with this place that WAS THAT bad. They had this anti-violence field that kept him from causing as much mayhem as he wanted to. He had experienced that the second day. He had been in a fight with this bald guy, a nice and fun excersie. As they calmed down a bit, with the help of a bottle of rum, the bastard had called down the field that he had lifted earlier, right after giving the Main Man a kick in the groin. With the field back in place, Lobo had no choice but to grind his teeth in frustration and go hunting for more booze.
There had been this old geezer that hopefully could get some spare parts, but Lobo wasn't too sure. So he just checked his ammo and that all his knives were in place, and headed of from the garage that he was currently calling his temporary base of operations, hopefully for another night of mayhem..
He had been on his was back from an assignment, when it had decided to die on him, leaving him stranded in some place that he had heard the people call 'Nexus'.
"RAAAAAHRGH!!! KILLRENDDISTROYFRAG!!!" He kicked his bike a few times in frustration.
The first day hadn't been THAT bad. He had had a little fight with this greenskinned chick, but after having exchanged a few punched and shots, they called it off.
Next, he had started drinking with some girl, and getting intterupted by this ridicoulusly tall guy. There had seemed as if another fight had been brewing, but he had eventually decided to get laid instead of beating another bastich up.
But there was one thing with this place that WAS THAT bad. They had this anti-violence field that kept him from causing as much mayhem as he wanted to. He had experienced that the second day. He had been in a fight with this bald guy, a nice and fun excersie. As they calmed down a bit, with the help of a bottle of rum, the bastard had called down the field that he had lifted earlier, right after giving the Main Man a kick in the groin. With the field back in place, Lobo had no choice but to grind his teeth in frustration and go hunting for more booze.
There had been this old geezer that hopefully could get some spare parts, but Lobo wasn't too sure. So he just checked his ammo and that all his knives were in place, and headed of from the garage that he was currently calling his temporary base of operations, hopefully for another night of mayhem..