"Just be safe on your journey, son"
"I will, dad. The thing I'm concerned with is the fact that I'll be traveling in a race car. What if it constantly breaks down? Don't get me wrong, I really love it."
"Don't worry about that, son. I've made a few modifications to the car, so it will last. You just have to worry about gas, tires, keeping the car on the road, and taking care of that sensitive clutch"
"Well, ok. When will I ever see you again?"
I tossed my bag full of essentials on the newly installed passenger seat, and then walked toward the driver's side. I stared down at the bars connected to the roll cage that are set behind the door and come up under the window. Dad just made a "climb through it like a NASCAR car window" motion, so I climbed over it and got into the stark and spartan interior. The cockpit was all business. Carbon fiber dashboard, LCD display, a large box full of knobs, switches, and dials, and
Dad gave me the process of how to start up the car, and I pressed the starter button. It took three attempts for the lazy starter motor to turn the engine, but she finally awoke and filled the air with a barrage of Le Mans quality exhaust noise. I gave dad a final goodbye, and we exchanged one feather, a gesture of eternal friendship among Blazikens. I rolled the Dodge Viper GTS-R out of the backyard and embarked on my long journey to find a better, more prosperous place to live.
*Three Months Later*
Chris Myrcka stared out the slightly dusty windshield as he drove down the desert highway driving well over the speed limit. He looked in his wallet, counting $80.96. "Gotta find a fighting stadium
" he thought. He reflected on why he left in the first place, why he wished his dad would have joined him, and why he despised his birthplace. No one would hire him at any job, no matter how hard he looked. It wasn't because he didn't have a high school diploma, he finished school. It wasn't because he was a mediocre employee, he worked hard to get paid. It also wasn't because he was disrespectful to others, he was very polite and well mannered. The reason he was never employed, and disliked for that manner, was because of his albinism. In nature, birds with albinism are often abandoned and harassed by other birds. That applies to Blaziken as well. Chris was a social pariah in his village, and was often teased by others relentlessly. The fact that his father was the village hero did not help his case. No matter how many times his father, Bursyamo Myrcha, told his people to show his son respect, there were always the sour ones. Chris, as well as Bursyamo, decided it was best to find a new home.
Chris looked down at the display behind the steering wheel. "I just filled you up yesterday!" He exclaimed. He was in luck, though, as there was a gas station. He drove next to a gas pump and went inside. Then, he was shit out of luck again. "In my Viper's time of need, the cashier just had to be another fucking BLAZIKEN!!". He sighed, and walked toward the register. "Um
*ahem*...I need 92 liters of gas at pump 3." He said quietly. The cashier looked up from his porn magazine and stared at Chris. He sighed, and spoke up. "That'll be $50, cotton ball". Chris tried hard not to reach in there and punch the disrespect out of his beak, and paid up. He filled up the Viper's tank and set off on the road again.