"Nope. Nuh-uh. Nope. Wait...that's a gun! Let's wh- TEDIORE?" TR-*C had ifted through the corpses loot, and found 8 bucks, a wad of chewing gum, a broken buzzaxe, and a used condom of a gun (Tediore). Naturally somewhat pissed that he used up a perfectly good 'nade on the fuckers...ah well, he figured there'd be more things to make dead sometime. But he was a bit wrong, and, as he wandered aimlessly throughout the forest. Walking...walking...diagnostics 100%...walking...reloading...checking over the shoulder...polishing the shield...being bored...If there was one thing that TR-8C hated after the transfer, it was that he got bored more easily, since his brain could compute thoughts too quick for him to entertain himself in his own head. Books he could at least force himself to tune down a notch and just wait...but any books he'd had were either eaten by skags, or used as toilet paper by random fucking bandits.
Regardless of his rising boredom, he continued to press onwards, and, once he emerged from the forest, he was covered in leafs, twings stuck into some of his servos snapped as he rolled his shoulders, and his feet left massive muddy footprints as he stared out over the grassy plains...and a big ass waterfall overlooking a pretty big town. Gleefully sprinting towards the town, if he still had a mouth, he'd be beaming, thinking: "BOUT DAMN TIME I FOUND CIVILIZATION!"
RPM,
Professor Birch,
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Not a Sayan,
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Lunamaria Hawke,
Neziul,
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