Day 1 Evening

[Jak Mar]

The beast that was Jak bent down ripped meat out of the almost-innocent looking goat. Innocence didn't matter when you were just trying to survive.

Jak almost made it a point to slam the ground in frustration. He had to pay for Daxter's mistakes.... WHY?!

It made him angry.

Jak the scapegoat

The constant finger pointing in his direction, the angry looks, the blood, the hatred, the names...

Why the fuck should he care?

He scraped the ground in frustration and squeezed it in his hands.

Was this insanity? Going in circles?

The thickness of the tension surrounding him could be reflected in the dark eco sparks flying off his body.

As the greenish blonde haired man took the time to finish his meal raw, he covered his wounds, dressing him with a piece of his wasteland clothing. This is not the way Jak would of expected to fight,

A ripped clothing hero...

A Wastelander Prince..

Jak cried out "Fuck this world, I don't want to be the hero anymore. "

How embarrassing..