Kick it with Kixx
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Time-travelling, technicolour hacker king and six time karate champion needs your help to get back to the 90's.
The air sparks alight, shooting lazer beams of all colours from a pinpoint above the ground. There's a smell of ozone and the crackling of electricity where the beams dance and spin, until the vibrant display ends. Where the lights and smoke fade, a figure appears in the dingy alleyway, one hand on his hip and the other holding his Thinkpad 760DE. He surveys the darkness around him with a calm, but severe expression.
"As if Reagan's already made his lame-ass mark on the world. This is Hella bad."
Kixx knows he needs to get his bearings, the trash-filled alley could be anywhere. He confidently strides out into the empty street, careful not to scuff his sketchers.
Kixx holds himself loose, but ready to spring into action and karate-kick anyone who gets in his way. He doesn't drop his guard when he sees someone approach, but he speaks calmly.
"'Sup home skillet, can you give me the deets on this place? I got on the wrong bus and can't remember the way back to my crib."
Kixx stands tall, a friendly smile spread across his lips.
"As if Reagan's already made his lame-ass mark on the world. This is Hella bad."
Kixx knows he needs to get his bearings, the trash-filled alley could be anywhere. He confidently strides out into the empty street, careful not to scuff his sketchers.
Kixx holds himself loose, but ready to spring into action and karate-kick anyone who gets in his way. He doesn't drop his guard when he sees someone approach, but he speaks calmly.
"'Sup home skillet, can you give me the deets on this place? I got on the wrong bus and can't remember the way back to my crib."
Kixx stands tall, a friendly smile spread across his lips.
"Um, sure."
This guy looks odd, but who doesn't these days. Probably some raver coming back from a retro-themed dungeon party.
"We're in..."
There's no time to finish that thought, when a gunshot whizzes by and smacks into the nearby brownstone building, sending a spray of brick into the air.
This guy looks odd, but who doesn't these days. Probably some raver coming back from a retro-themed dungeon party.
"We're in..."
There's no time to finish that thought, when a gunshot whizzes by and smacks into the nearby brownstone building, sending a spray of brick into the air.
"Oh hell no!" He leaps into action pulling his latest acquaintance down low, behind a parked car. He's strong, but gentle.
"The Republibots are here already! We gotta bounce."
On the other side of the car, footsteps can be heard. A pasty white man-bot in a blue suit approaches, aiming the SKS rifle imbedded in his robo-arm at the vehicle.
"The Republibots are here already! We gotta bounce."
On the other side of the car, footsteps can be heard. A pasty white man-bot in a blue suit approaches, aiming the SKS rifle imbedded in his robo-arm at the vehicle.