Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Obuaism Chronicles –
Chapter 37 ~ The Brilliant strategist
Deck of…. Whatever the
ship is called
???: Ok…. Lets prepare
some stuffs…
Jan: Like?
???: I need items to
start my ritual for the south wind. Get me a Chinese sword, a bell, some yellow
talisman paper, and bananas.
Cannon Jun: and…… how
the hell would we find those here?
???: True…. Then give
me a sword would do.
Jan: Here (Hands over
a sabre to…) oh yeah, what’s your name?
???: Me? Chicken God,
but call me G-Seng. Ok… Time to start my ritual. Lets all face to the south…
G-Seng starts
muttering random stuffs, swinging his sword recklessly like a drunk, apparently
calling that a ritual….
After two hours…
Jan: …. Eh, can work
one anot?
Cannon Jun: Cannot you
walk the plank ah….
G-seng: *worried*
2mins more… hold on hold on…
After 2 minutes…
Jan: I feel a cool
breeze coming from behind us…
Cannon Jun: Hmm, wow,
it actually worked….
G-seng See!? I told
you so…
Shipmate: CAPT’N! A
SITUATION!
Cannon Jun: What
situation?
Shipmate: Turn around!
Jan: Uh oh…. This
doesn’t seem… good?
Cannon Jun: Wind don’t
have, you freaking summoned a dragon you idiot!
G-Seng: It was an
accident!!! Its not my fault! But I think we can contest this dragon! Lets
fight!
Jan: Are you mad?
G-Seng: Lets go!!!
(Better to die against this dragon than to walk the plank…)
G-Seng equips his hand
crossbow, firing silver bolts over at the dragon
???: Ouch ouch ouch,
stop shooting me!
Jan: Did the dragon just talk?
G-Seng: What the…
???: I’m Cervantes, a
spawn of Kizamaluke. Well… I don’t wanna
harm you, its just that… I’m really hungry… do you guys happen to have any
bananas?
Jan: Bananas…?
Cannon Jun: Gimme a
minute….
Cannon jun comes back
with boxes of bananas.
Cervantes: Wa,
bananas~ Thanks dude. Anyway for me to repay you?
G-Seng: Can we tie a
rope on you for you to bring us to shore? No more wind…
Cervantes: Do I get
more bananas?
Cannon Jun: Deal.
And so, Cervantes
became… whatever that ship is called’s navigator.
Cannon Jun:
Wahahahahahahaha! Freaking awesome right my ship now! Hahahahahahahaha!
G-Seng: So Capt’n, do
I become your strategist now?
Cannon Jun: What? You
sum-
G-Seng: Precisely! I
summoned the dragon, I made your ship move, I succeeded! See? I told you I need
bananas, I was preparing.
Cannon Jun: Oh yah….
Ok la, I hereby declare you my strategist. Jan, you shall be my right hand man
officially.
Jan: Wait…. I never
said I’d joi-
Cannon Jun: Ah lan dui
la, gan, I say you in means in don’t talk so much.
Jan: Sigh, fine… just
til I find my old comrades, I’ll join you.
And Jan joined the
crew of Cannon Jun
To be continued…
Friday, May 24, 2013
Obuaism Chronicles –
Chapter 36 ~ Allies in a the new world
Zee: Brace yourself,
brother wai
Waiman: Ready for
battle…. (conjures out a AK-47)
Zee: …. Can’t you like….
Conjure out some imbal shit like the north Korean nuclear gun or some crazy aoe
clearing gun?
Waiman: Trust me,
AK-47 is the best gun ever, come I show you
Waiman takes aim at an
incoming guard and pulls the trigger
*Creak*
Zee: ….
Waiman: ….
Zee: Dafaq was that….?
Waiman: Ehh….
Zee: So this is your
so called best gun ever…?
Waiman: Shit la I think
the last time I go underwater hunt loch nest forget clean rifle…
Meanwhile
???: Zzz, damn author,
when can I make my flashy entrance, still need entertain these two jokers…
Back to the Pasbar
Tournament site….
Zee: Ji bai jia lat
liao…. Eh conjure something else leh…
Waiman: Ehh… Cool down…
I got two charges only, each charge take 10hour to refresh…
Pasbar Royal Guard
Captain: GET THEM!!!
Zee: Ugh, you think of
something while I hold them back…. (Draws out his dual blades)
???: Hold yer horses
Zee: Who the….
Sek: Who the hell are
you
On the castle walls, a hooded figure like some organization XIII dude could be seen
???: I am Jespar,
bringer of justice. Sek, you have done enough evil deeds, why not just let
these two warriors go?
Sek: Heh, not in a million
years
Jespar: Well, then I guess
I have to take them by force then.
Jespar removes his
cloak, and his arms start to glow, detaching themselves from his shoulders, and
started to grow in size. Out of a sudden, it just thrust over to the tournament
ground and grabbed both Zee and Waiman.
Sek: What the hell….
That guy’s not…. Human!
Jespar: Heh of course I’m,
just a little different. Time to go~
Sek: Damn!!!
Zee: So where to now?
Jespar: My refugee
camp maybe you’ll know someone there.
Waiman: Lets go then.
After 2 hours of long
journey…
Waiman: Wa haven’t
reach ah zzz…. Freaking far leh….
Zee: So… Jespar, where
are we?
Jespar: This is the
alternate universe, rather… no… actually this is Mars, believe it or not… Since
a few decades ago, a worm hole has appeared and a vortex had been a portal to
transport people from earth over to here, and since people get stuck here, they
all wanted to be their own leader, king, whatever you wanna call it, building
armies, countries, etc…
Zee: So… is there
anyway we could go back to earth?
Jespar: well…. Not impossible,
but there’s no way at the moment that I know of…
Waiman: Use a freaking
rocket la….
Jespar: Tried, and the
only thing we know is, mars, since that wormhole appeared, had this barrier
around it. Nothing can go out, nothing can come in.
Waiman: Ugh, damn…
Jespar: So Zee, tell
me about you two’s origins
Zee: Well… We’re
generals, sorta, of this clan, the Obuaians, serving under our lord, Obua…
Jespar: Wait… Obua…?
The one that EHHH here Ehhh there one?
Zee: Yeah…. How the
heck you know?
Jespar: When I was
still in earth, I once got attacked by boiians, but for some reason, only my
limbs rotted, the rest of my body were intact… He then took pity on me, and genetically
and whatever-kinda-shit-engineered me into what I am now…
Zee: Wait…. Our… lord
obua can do that shit? For a moment I thought he only knew how to Create
soundwaves…
Jespar: Yeah, but he was also the one that sent me here...
Zee: He did...? how...?
Jespar: Well... after i recovered, i was bidding farewell to him and he was having a cold that day... so as i was walking off, he sneezed and his soundwave sent me flying for 3 hours straight and into a vortex after that... anyways... enough chatter, look, we’ve arrived at the refugee camp im incharge of.…
Zee: He did...? how...?
Jespar: Well... after i recovered, i was bidding farewell to him and he was having a cold that day... so as i was walking off, he sneezed and his soundwave sent me flying for 3 hours straight and into a vortex after that... anyways... enough chatter, look, we’ve arrived at the refugee camp im incharge of.…
Blitz Camp
Zee: Wow, are these
people all from earth?
Jespar: Yeah, not all of them have imbal powers like us, so someone gotta take care of them when they come flying in, no?
Jespar: Yeah, not all of them have imbal powers like us, so someone gotta take care of them when they come flying in, no?
Waiman: Zee… Is that…
Zee: Lexa….?
On a table laid Lexa,
with quite a number of bruises.
Zee: What… happened to
him?
Jespar: Oh… you guys
know him?
Zee: He’s our comrade…
well… with quite minimal screen time so far though…
Jespar: Well… he
apparently have a pretty hard life before I found him, getting knocked out by
renegades or monsters like 20 times… but you have to give him credit for having
such a strong will to live. Don’t worry, he’ll be fine…
Waiman: Tsk, blowdart
as a weapon, of course you’d get owned…. Everyone would aim you for using such a stupid weapon...
Meanwhile… in the
middle of the sea…
Jan: Ughhhhh how long
more…. Freaking hell….
Cannon Jun: Well…. I really
don’t know… the ship’s broken down, there’s no wind around…. This ship can’t
move…. Gan!
Henchman: Cap’n, one
of the prisoners is asking you for an audience….
Cannon Jun: About?
Henchman: Something
important…
Cannon Jun: Important…?
Ok it sounds important, come Jan, lets go.
Ship Dungeon
Cannon Jun: So…. Which
land rubber wanted to meet me?
???: Its me capt’n
Inside the cell, sat a
calm and collected scholar-like guy.
Cannon Jun: So…. Why
do you wanna meet me?
???: Cause… I believe I
have a way to make your ship move.
Cannon Jun: really?
Ok, come with me now, if you really can make the ship move, I’ll make you my
strategist!
???: Heh, my pleasure.
The trio heads up to
the deck
To be continued.