Snippet #917997

Kaoz Pulling itself from it’s rather odious home, there were soft clicks as the joints in it’s knees finally popped back into place from the weeks of no-use. It stumbled a few inches, arms flailing slightly, but other then that, it seemed fine. What was it supposed to do now? It’s master had abandoned it. A few hesitant steps, a glance around, before it awkwardly strode out of the alley.

It appeared it was on some form of Main Street. There were a multitude of shops and store. Somewhere in the distance, there was a loud crash, and a cackle. Was it that man again? He did seem to like trouble… What was that place he had mentioned?

Ga.. Gam… Gambit’s?

It turned it’s head to the side, tilting it back to read the dimly illuminated sign that displayed the bar’s name. It was a better start then any, It supposed. With a few blinks, a few steps, and a few pauses to adjust it’s joints, it had reached the bar door. The puppet’s hand grasped the handle, and slowly creaked open the door.

Oh, the influences that were going to be put on Kaoz.