Post by Junkrat on Oct 13, 2016 17:39:11 GMT
Things had been peaceful, and at first he'd welcomed the chance to rest, but now it was starting to get old, and he was starting to get bored.
He'd assumed Jack had been exaggerating how awful this place was, but it felt like a dreary purgatory, and while he was glad for the safety it offered, he was not glad for the dull creeping that the days seemed to do. And as they say when life gives you lemons, although for a man like him, that was often a dangerous thing to say.
In his insurmountable boredom, Junkrat had taken it upon himself to pick up other hobbies, misplacing people things into other people's rooms to listen to their squabble, swiping drones so he could pilot them around the base and spy on his friends, he'd begun to turn into an all around pest for his hapless teammates, it was inevitable, this was Junkrat being himself, an unpredictable piece of shit, and his latest 'hobby' took the cake.
He'd always been a handy fellow, and more often than not that handiness was put towards fixing things around the base or building explosives for the field, but lately he'd begun to build elaborate booby traps, harmless in nature, all across the base, traps that would set of firecrackers, traps that shot water balloons, insidious traps involving whipped cream, he would wait around them until some unfortunate team members fell victim, and then emerge a cackling mess to enjoy the product of his boredom.
He'd assumed Jack had been exaggerating how awful this place was, but it felt like a dreary purgatory, and while he was glad for the safety it offered, he was not glad for the dull creeping that the days seemed to do. And as they say when life gives you lemons, although for a man like him, that was often a dangerous thing to say.
In his insurmountable boredom, Junkrat had taken it upon himself to pick up other hobbies, misplacing people things into other people's rooms to listen to their squabble, swiping drones so he could pilot them around the base and spy on his friends, he'd begun to turn into an all around pest for his hapless teammates, it was inevitable, this was Junkrat being himself, an unpredictable piece of shit, and his latest 'hobby' took the cake.
He'd always been a handy fellow, and more often than not that handiness was put towards fixing things around the base or building explosives for the field, but lately he'd begun to build elaborate booby traps, harmless in nature, all across the base, traps that would set of firecrackers, traps that shot water balloons, insidious traps involving whipped cream, he would wait around them until some unfortunate team members fell victim, and then emerge a cackling mess to enjoy the product of his boredom.
