free stats Shata: September 2006

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Texas Hold'em

A few days after his battle with the Sentinel, a few miles into Michigan, and a few drinks into the night, Shata begins asking the other patrons if they'd heard of any unusual scientists in these parts. After bearing through many love-sick sob story's and being stared at by those to drunk to know his face was as it was, he came across a group of people playing Texas hold'em in the back of the bar.

"Mind dealing me in?" throwing the required $5 min wage on the table, there was no objections. Keeping a net loss/gain of -0- through out the game, he gradually worked his question into the conversation.

"Unusual scientist you say?" one of the men said, folding for the round "Well I had heard of this one fellow back in New York, heard he had strange abilities."

Another man, collecting the rounds pot and dealing the next hand, chimed in "Yea, I heard of him. I also heard he's dead now."

"Then I must thank you gentle-men, he may be dead, but a directions better then wandering aimlessly." Shata said folding and preparing to leave.

The eldest of the men reached up and grabbed Shata before he left, "Hold there, you don't appear to have any form of transportation, and New York is a bit more then a hop and a skip from here. Play one more round, I'll bet my GL650 Silverwing you cant last longer then me."

"Thank you sir, but I couldn't take your bike from you in good conscience."

"Boy, my hands are old with arthritis sunk into them, I couldn't ride it again safely. Besides, whats the matter, you cant out last an old man in a card game?"

Shata knowing there was no point in arguing agreed, and the last game of the night began. With the draw everybody seemed confidant with there hands and went all in, but with the flop, only Shata and the Old-man were left. In the end it appear everyone was bluffing and Shata won the bike and pot with a pair Ace high, beating the old-mans pair Queen High. Buying them all 2 more rounds of drinks, Shata saddles up and says thanks to the men one last time (who in response replied in unison "What're are you saying thanks for?! You won!").

Staying off the highway Shata begins his trek to New York.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Beginings

Shata pulls up his collor has the frist cill of the season catchs him by surprise. Through the crowded streets he see what he has been smelling for almost a block now.
"Chilli Dog and some of that coffe-syurp you've got there." Shata says to the merchant.
"Buck fifty"
>Ive been here to long.< Shata thinks to himself paying his bill and glancing at his watch.
Eating his Chilli dog in a hurry Shata heads for the city limits pondering which way to go next. His mutantated ear catchs the all to familliar sound of people screaming and jets roaring as they close in.
{Surender Mutant} the familier Sentinal said as it landed, diegarding the Sentinal as they clear he streats in a shear panic, shearching for any cover they could find.
"Ah jeeze, and here I was thinking you boys forgot about me this week, but only one? Should I be insulted or are garbage cans really that hard to come by these days?" Shata yelled mockingly as he unsheathed his blade from around his waist.
The Sentinal shoots Shata square in the chest, who usin his blade as a brace notices his clothing give way to show his partially metalic body.
{That was a waring shot, come peacefully and you will come to no harm by the Sentinals}
>Warning shot my foot...< Shata thinks to himself as he leaps, raming his blade diagionally through the Sentinals chest from the right shoulder.
As the Sentinal falls, metal arms spring from the cuts attempting to capture Shata, who cuts them away with ease.
"Why dont you try somthing new, ya over grown tin-can! This dance of ours is getting REALLY boring now!"
Sudenly the arms return to their places and the 2 peices of the Sentinal begin to recreate them selves into 2 new Sentinal, the same size as as the first.
>Ok, thats new, and slightly annoying.<
Knowing the same tatics would land him more Sentinals to fight, Shata decides to give in and use his mutant abilliys.
"Try this on for size!" as he sheaths his blade, leaps up, and curls into a ball in one motian, transforming into a metal ball, shooting spikes into every direction on the Sentianls, His right eye telling him that they had been disabled at long last.
Picking up the remnats of his clothing Shata takes notice as his left shoulder blade turns to metal.
>Damn, Ive gotta pick the search up......<