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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Jun 10, 2012 12:39:03 GMT -5
Location: The planet Junkion.
In the northern regions of the oddly shaped planet, where the gravity is at it's most balanced and through out the air floats the larger then normal particles of dust and dirt, there the Junkion known as Junkyard pretends to sip tea out of a broken tea cup, sitting crossed legged while listening to classic music and a motivational tape from the planet earth, recorded in the year 1987.
Junkyard is seeking the inner peace he needs before he heads in to battle. A place where one must keep his head, as he has been told. To him that seen to be a funny thing to say, especially to a Junkion, since his race had the ability to lose their heads and place them back on with little ease or trouble. However Junkyard figured there had to be a deeper meaning to the expression he heard and sought to learn more about it.
So as Junkyard sat in the eye of the storm, he continued to listen to the words of the human known as preacher billy gram, and relaxed before trouble found him.
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Post by Hoist on Jun 11, 2012 9:14:51 GMT -5
Bloodclaw was gathered in front of a small rectangular object which, from various tramissions shown on it , he gathered was called "TV". Sat in kitty mode in front of an old moth-eaten sofa, his hugar circular shoulder created from some sort of wheel on each side and embedishing spikes around there edge stood out as his tail whiped back and fourth on the ground, powered down from what what normally be a weapon.
As he whatched the transmissions, he didn't always quite understand them but would mimic them often envoking his own unique personality derived from TV. He was figety, bored, the springs in his legs would sieze up if he didn't find something to do soon, and his sharp molars would rust! It was also diffficult to hear anything on the "TV" without someone's blaring music in the background distracting him!
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Jun 11, 2012 9:51:06 GMT -5
As the music came to an end, Junkyard reached down to flip the record to the other side. What happened was, due to his massive fingers, he crushed the human sized vinyl record by accident.
Looking down, he decided that he didn't need the music, or the turntable for that matter, and decided to be rid of the two all together.
Without much thought, Junkyard grabbed both by the hand and threw them over his shoulder. While pieces of the vinyl went in all directions, the turntable flew towards the head of one Junkion kitty cat who wasn't expecting the sneak attack.
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Post by Hoist on Jun 26, 2012 6:29:58 GMT -5
Bloodclaw jumped up after the turntable landed on his head and jumped up onto the old sofa and straight over the top towards Junkyard and extended his kitty claws, "What in all that is our beloved scrap, do you think you're doing?!" growled the mech.
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Post by Jazzman Crothers on Jun 26, 2012 22:26:55 GMT -5
Junkyard turned about and looked at Bloodclaw with a confused glance, then quickly regained his composure. " It is I, Arthur, son of Uther Pendragon, from the castle of Camelot. King of the Britons, defeater of the Saxons, Sovereign of all England! Patsy! Oh dear Patsy finally I've found you. Good old friend, your safe. Now, as your ruler I command that you clean up this new smell I've discovered, thisssssss, I command!" Junkyard then kicked more trash about in the general direction of Bloodclaw.
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