The Ruins - ((locked to fairy_leviathan
VideoMan sat upon a lone precipice, a ways into the ruins. He looked at something in his outstretched hand; his own personal collection of personal Battlechips. However, as usual, his thoughts were as far away from NetBattling and Darkloid business as they possibly could be.
"Meh," he grunted. "Lousy jerks, more focused on complaining than doing something about their problems. If they'd just take a little initiative, they'd be decent rivals. But no, they just want to keep on coddling that punk..."
He stands, installing the chips.
"If it's not the others calling me a clown, it's people not appreciating my genius," he said. "Oh well. No artist is ever truly appreciated in his time..."
"Meh," he grunted. "Lousy jerks, more focused on complaining than doing something about their problems. If they'd just take a little initiative, they'd be decent rivals. But no, they just want to keep on coddling that punk..."
He stands, installing the chips.
"If it's not the others calling me a clown, it's people not appreciating my genius," he said. "Oh well. No artist is ever truly appreciated in his time..."