battle of the booba

So far, Allotta hadn't had much of a chance to explore the new update. With summer time hot weather came more people playing with fire. Badly. Kekoa had been busy as a bee trying to keep people from burning to crisps. Today, though... today would be his day. He was going to log in, kick ass, and have a good time.

So Allotta was exploring the Steppes. Of all the areas, this one seemed the most interesting. Giant metal spikes and cool magnetic stuff? Count her in!

Little did Kekoa know, he was about to meet someone very important.

Someone else who turned the boob slider as high as it would go.

Another man masquerading as a woman.

diva.

Allotta kicked her legs from where she rode on GUN. The Wurmple still didn't move, locked in place, but she sat on the back of... well, the pokemon's character model was stretched out to vaguely resemble a horse's. Or at least a 4 legged pokemon that was larger. She hovered slightly over the model in air, the hitbox still not stretched out enough. The model didn't move, frozen solid, but still slid across the ground in an unsettling way. Frozen in place.

At least GUN didn't seem in any pain. Then again, it was hard to tell.