<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/Morkael/Evil%20Dudes/prinny_by_xinometal-d4uz1fx.png_zpshorzic9v.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>'Hero' Prinny<br/><strong>Title:</strong>Pvt. Prinny<br/><strong>Game:</strong>Disgaea Series / Prinny: Can I Really Be the Hero?<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Jan 18th, 0900<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Killzone – Team Two<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rose, Mario, Prophet<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong><br/><br/>Pvt. Prinny diligently stood there as the rest of the group went about their introductions, he was a simpleminded creature himself; most prinnies were after being groomed through the hardships in training to be a Prinny from that crazed, Prinny Instructor. Not that things were much better even after being drafted into Master Etna's army; but that was another story, and none of those individuals were presently here at the moment. He was already destined with a new mission, something that may lead to any prinny's dreamed salvation. His prolonged salute ended when everyone stopped wit h their introductions and when the next task came at hand. He wasn't going to complain about them being broken into groups, parties were another typical thing back in his world. His short and stocky body waggling along on peg legs with the three people he was destined to be with for the obstacle course; perhaps not the best to start with given his body and the things that were presented thus far.<br/><br/>On the other hand, with all the explosions and things going on in the background, the other course appeared to be a standard, Master Etna, produced one. A visible sweatdrop appeared as he watched the events of the other course briefly from the sidelines as their present instructor went about explaining what they were supposed to be doing. He didn't have much time to dibble-dabble as things finally set foot, the blue penguin blinking towards the tires and the present two that already completed going through them. Now, exactly, how was he to manage that with his peg legs? He supposed he could hop through them as he carefully begun to approach them and seemed to take nearly forever in working his way through them, even with the encouragement. The occasional 'Dood' came and passed in the process of it all, till finally he was on the other side, flopping over on the ground in relief, but not for long.<br/><br/>His flippers wildly begun to flap when he was lifted up by his belt. Being picked up was never a good thing or thrown or even dropped. All were considerably hazardous, but it didn't appear he had much time to object or anything with the muddied beard guy taking him and rushing onward with no regard to what he might be carrying in the process. More visible sweatdrops appearing when they scaled the wall and an extended 'dood' came when the plumber swung him through the mud under the wires. These people were just as crazy as Etna. Thankfully the momentum was enough to get him across the mud as he slid along it, his entire front caked over in dirt. He rose and wobble about, trying to shake the mud off of his plush-like body, only to be lifted again.<br/><br/>The plump creature remained as still as possible, more afraid of being dropped and exploding than anything else at this point. He was sweating as well each time the ladder wobbled or something to that extent.<em>I'm going to die, dood.</em>He kept mentally telling himself over and over, till finally they were at the top. ”I'm alive, dood!” He was happy to finally be set down along the platform, his form wobbling forwards to look onwards to the rest of the platforms ahead of them where they will be going up and down and making various jumps. He waited for the other two to ascend up to where they were at, before he continued onwards.<br/><br/>With a bit more ease, he jumped from each platform, dropping down and back up when necessary. Sometimes catching himself along his flippers and pulling his bulky body up to ascend the climb. He would pause and wait, now and then to track the others, but so far, this seemed the easiest of the part of the courses. Upon reaching the monkeybar area, he stopped to run back over the trapped passage, unknown to him. ”Keep it up doods, we are almost there!” The prinny turned to wobble off the trapped passage, unknowingly setting it off after walking off it. ”Dood!” From there he stared dumbly down at the open passageway, feeling completely stranded from the rest of the approaching team. ”I didn't do it, doods!”<br/><br/><hr/><div style="text-align: right;">Word Count:716<br/>Exp:2<br/>XP ////////// (5/10) </div>