gonnawreckit | 100m: I'm gonna wreck it! [Action]

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[This nine-foot tall, barefoot giant of a man finds himself waking up in any old house or apartment, maybe even in the forest. Completely oblivious to the pink wings on his back for now, he instead comes to attention and begins looking around in confusion.]

What? Where's... No! I can't have been taken to another game. I... I was right there! I was gonna save- I... [And his voice goes soft.] Vanellope...

[His eyes are close for a moment, mournfully. When they open, they're filled with hurt anger. And his unusually massive fists are soon put to work... wrecking his immediate surroundings in an angry tantrum, while he shouts loudly. He could keep going until there's nothing left. He will hold himself back from hurting actual people, but he will at least shove aside those who get in his way at emotional heights.]

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[Later on, after being calmed from his tantrum, Ralph trudges through town, defeated and feeling ashamed. First day in a new game and already he's been playing the bad guy. So he makes his way through the item and clothing shops, finding one item in the former which gives him a strong, bittersweet feeling, and then he makes his way out of the village. He only stops at Good Spirits for a round of root beers, trying to keep to himself. That evening, with a sack of bricks over his shoulder, he seeks a nice stump to sleep against, in between bouts of the freezing rain.]

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Okay, okay, I'm moving!

[He looks back at Ben, then at the stairs. Then he... quietly steps forward, bumps his head on the door way and takes a moment to squeeze into the staircase.

Ralph proceeds to... slowly and casually step down the stairs.]

[It reminds Ben a little of how careful he has t'be whenever he goes anywhere not designed for him. Must be harder for someone that has a coupla feet on him.

Ben gives the guy a little room before he follows him down, arms tucked up against his side and picking his way down the stairs without making too much noise. It ain't easy.]

[Ralph slips at one point, but he quickly catches himself. He gives a nervous laugh and a light wave before carrying on to the bottom of the staircase.]

[Ben starts to reach out to catch the guy, they may be fight'n but that's no reason t'be rude about out, but he caught himself. Ben skirts around the big guy and leads him out front of the complex, a decent way away from the building.]

Awright. Y'wanna throw down, we can. We can also talk it out if ya want. Either's good with me.

[Ralph is winding his fist up.]

Talk can only do so much, Rocky. You're pretty big. Maybe you know what it's like. To have those feelings you can only vent out with through your fists!

Y'know what? I do.

[They have plenty of space. No immediate witnesses. No one that's gonna get knocked around and hurt if they let loose. And for that he's really frigg'n glad.

Ben rolls out his shoulders, cracks his rocky knuckles with the sound of snapping pavement, and puts up his fists.]

Bring it, Sluggo.

Fine, Stonehead!

[He doesn't usually fight people; he keeps his fists focused on wrecking landscape. But, as he thought earlier, this was someone who could take it. And he was kind of made out of landscape anyway. So he'll charge forward to begin trying to pummel this thing with his ham hands.]

[Fast for a bit guy- faster than Ben expects and he takes the first few hits across his arms and shoulders that he just managed to snap up. His mug ain't pretty, but he don't want it cracked up. Guy packs a whollup too, even with his feet braced his feet slide through the earth back and down with every hit.

Like he did before Ben pivots into a side step, hoping the forward momentum would have the big guy stagger past him.]

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