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darklightheroThe hero (or was it anti-hero) held his hands on the wheel as it made marks through the forest on a very Expensive dune buggy. Kliever would probably kick his ass on the spot if he noticed the man taking it from the Wastelands on a off road adventure to ... Where the hell was he anyway?
The car stopped at the bar as Jak pulled himself out and dusted himself off. A bar would be a great relaxation for the time being.
"Daxter?! HEY DAX! Where are you? Did you go in here?
The anti-hero had guns a plenty on his back, along with various other goodies as he walked inside expecting the crowd to attack him on sight.
"I'm looking for someone, 2'0 feet tall, orange... Have you seen him?"
On instinct, the man was reaching for his gun.
(Meet Jak/ Mar everyone!)
The car stopped at the bar as Jak pulled himself out and dusted himself off. A bar would be a great relaxation for the time being.
"Daxter?! HEY DAX! Where are you? Did you go in here?
The anti-hero had guns a plenty on his back, along with various other goodies as he walked inside expecting the crowd to attack him on sight.
"I'm looking for someone, 2'0 feet tall, orange... Have you seen him?"
On instinct, the man was reaching for his gun.
(Meet Jak/ Mar everyone!)
