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Zanka pulls himself up, with the help of Lovely Assistaff. He defeated the trash beast but he still wasn’t good enough. He had to be better if he was gonna beat that genius Raider.
His thoughts drifted to Jabber.
The Raider who’s tried to kill him, twice. Plus he was holding back whilst fighting him both times.
Zanka scoffed aloud at that fact.
He never held back while fighting Jabber, so what makes that genius think he can hold back while fighting him.
Zanka knew he couldn’t afford to hold back, and that was another reason he needed to be better than what he was now.
He thought of Enjin.
How would he feel if the boy he saved out of his own volition was almost beaten by something as pathetic as a trash beast.
The thought of Enjin being disappointed with him stung in a way. He never wanted to disappoint him. Enjin saved him and he would do anything to repay that.
Zanka sighed silently.
That familiar feeling from the well crept up on him.
He really was just average.
No average person could ever beat a genius and Zanka had to learn that the hard way.
He thought of Hyo.
The girl that beat him back in Hellguard. She was better than him in almost every way. He chose a damn stick whilst she chose a katana.
Zanka looked a Lovely Assistaff.
She wasn’t just a stick (well not anymore). She saved Zanka as well. She was just an ordinary stick yet she became something great.
Even a stick can become more than Zanka ever could be.
Zanka turned his head to look at the trash from the trash beast he had just beaten.
Zanka stared at the trash pile and then saw what seemed to be a door, A door that looked rather out of place with the trash pile.
Zanka walks over to the out of place door with Asisstaff ready just in case. He inspects the door. Now that he’s up close with it, it seems more out of place than it did from a distance.
The door almost has a darker tint than it should since the sun was shining on it (and Zanka was sure it wasn’t a shadow).
Zanka opened the door and fell right through the door, and then darkness.
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Zodyl had sent Jabber on a mission to retrieve some trinket to help him get ‘more information on the Watchman series’. Jabber didn’t really care about all the details.
At this point he had mixed a number of poisons and finally gotten himself one that he liked the results of. It was a hallucinogen mixed with other chemicals that he also enjoyed the results of.
That being said he was high off his rockers, and that definitely didn't help with his bad sense of direction.
Jabber had stumbled upon a trash pile with a quite strange door. He had considered that the door looks out of place due to his drug usage.
He went to it and stared at it like it was going to do something. He stared and contemplated whether he should leave it alone or let his curiosity get the better of him.
He didn’t think for too long and decided that he’ll just see, what’s the worst that could happen right?
He pressed onto the door and fell right through it. He stared at the ceiling which had the so called ‘door’.
The raider stared at the door in confusion then looked around and realized he didn’t know where he was.