Gilzar
Bear With Me Here ?
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The sun was high above the African Savannah, yet the mood was dark. Three days had passed, yet the Safari, ambitious as it was, still faltered in its goal. The troubled safari guide, a man who showed his experience through the age of his face, rimmed his hat to cloak his skin from the red hot sun. “This is taking too long. By now the rainy season will begin and we’ll be flooded out.” His eyes, first skimming the horizon, turned to his troubled team. “I think we need to turn back.”
His decision was met with silence. The crew, five in total, seemed too exhausted to object their seasoned leader’s wishes. Instead his words were met with soft nods, and quiet mumbles of agreement. It seemed the heat of the savannah dried up the hopes of the entire team, and the truck driver turned his steering wheel sharply to the right. All were in silent unanimous agreement but one. Without hesitation the black cloaked figured rose off of his seat, grunting in disappointment.
“Hold on now! Sit back down!” The guide motioned. “We have to turned back.”
“No.” The figure demanded.
“What? We can’t go on, the river is bound to flood and we’ll be doomed!”
The hood dropped, and Mike Tyson revealed his warrior-decorated face. “I came to fight a hippopotomusth’! We ain’t turning around!”
The guide tried to interrupt, but Tyson smashed his red hot boxing gloves together. “Hippo ith’ the mosth dangerousth in Africa. I’m the mothst dangerouth man in the world, and I’m going to eat this hippo’sth children.”
“Tyson, you do realize that there’s more than one hippo ri-“
“THILENCTHE!” Tyson screeched, charging the guide and violently bashing him off of the truck with a well timed uppercut. The old guide plummeted to the ground below the truck, bashing his feeble weak old man head against the ground and loosing his consciousness upon impact. Now the greatest of all time Mike Tyson was in control of the caravan...
“We move on!”
The sun was high above the African Savannah, yet the mood was dark. Three days had passed, yet the Safari, ambitious as it was, still faltered in its goal. The troubled safari guide, a man who showed his experience through the age of his face, rimmed his hat to cloak his skin from the red hot sun. “This is taking too long. By now the rainy season will begin and we’ll be flooded out.” His eyes, first skimming the horizon, turned to his troubled team. “I think we need to turn back.”
His decision was met with silence. The crew, five in total, seemed too exhausted to object their seasoned leader’s wishes. Instead his words were met with soft nods, and quiet mumbles of agreement. It seemed the heat of the savannah dried up the hopes of the entire team, and the truck driver turned his steering wheel sharply to the right. All were in silent unanimous agreement but one. Without hesitation the black cloaked figured rose off of his seat, grunting in disappointment.
“Hold on now! Sit back down!” The guide motioned. “We have to turned back.”
“No.” The figure demanded.
“What? We can’t go on, the river is bound to flood and we’ll be doomed!”
The hood dropped, and Mike Tyson revealed his warrior-decorated face. “I came to fight a hippopotomusth’! We ain’t turning around!”
The guide tried to interrupt, but Tyson smashed his red hot boxing gloves together. “Hippo ith’ the mosth dangerousth in Africa. I’m the mothst dangerouth man in the world, and I’m going to eat this hippo’sth children.”
“Tyson, you do realize that there’s more than one hippo ri-“
“THILENCTHE!” Tyson screeched, charging the guide and violently bashing him off of the truck with a well timed uppercut. The old guide plummeted to the ground below the truck, bashing his feeble weak old man head against the ground and loosing his consciousness upon impact. Now the greatest of all time Mike Tyson was in control of the caravan...
“We move on!”
Everyone is allowed to participate and vote! Iron Mike Tyson, the most dangerous man in the world, has taken control of the safari caravan. There is only one goal: Find the mighty Congo River and fight the mighty hippopotamus, the most dangerous animal in Africa! There is no map, no compass, and no GPS. The Safari is currently 5 people strong including our hero Mike Tyson! The day has reached its midpoint, and the savannah is vast. What is our next course of action? >Gun it! Crank up whatever kick-ass music this truck has, push the gas pedal as far in as it will go and zoom across the Savannah! Real men make their own path! >Ask the crew members which direction to go, like a weakling. >Find the nearest, most badass road and follow it! We can go super fast on roads and won't have to ask for directions! >Tyson throws one of his macho pet pigeons into the air and follows it! It obviously knows where the Congo lies! >Climb a giant, Lion King like rock and look for the Congo! Some epic Disney music will play while looking at the view! >Write in! (These will be here, though some situations may not have them) |
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