Wasteland Conqueror

Chapter 1: The Wasteland Welcomes A New Challenger

"Fuck man, of course I would finish this week off with another shit work day." I complained aloud grumpily to myself after closing the front door.

Haaa, at least I have the weekend to look forward to before I have to head back Monday to resume slaving away in the shop again.

Putting work off my mind, I plopped my butt on my living room couch and took a moment to relax for a second.

...

Alright, that's enough lounging time to get a workout in and then some dinner.

Once I finished that thought, I proceeded downstairs to my basement, which I had converted into a home gym. Coming off the steps, I went ahead and grabbed the curl bar that I had loaded up with two 45-pound plates and two 35-pound plates the previous day. Getting a good grasp of the bar, I strained my arm muscles, lifted it up and started repping it for sets.

An hour and a half of working out later.

Come on, almost there, just a few more reps to go.

Aaand, I'm done.

Right as I got that final rep, I released my hold on the pullup bar, landing back on my mat-covered floor, where I immediately sat down to take a much-needed rest after my intense workout.

That was a solid ass workout, but I'm pretty sure I felt something off at one point during it. However, I can't quite put my finger on what it was. Maybe I just need to relax and chill out for a few days.

*Growl*

Or I might just be hungry.

Well, whatever, I've rested enough and since my stomach is telling me it's time to eat, I guess I'll be whipping up a fat dinner to fuel my sore muscles. Though, before I head back upstairs, let me see how my muscles have been developing as of late.

"Damn, that 70mg of baby dbol has been making a pretty substantial difference in this cycle." I thought aloud, more than impressed with the very noticeable results I've managed to obtain so far with the new compound I introduced to my second ped cycle.

And I've managed to put on 12 pounds of relatively lean muscle, nice.

That's not bad for only being 4 weeks into my 12-week cycle. I might actually have a chance of competing in a bodybuilding show and potentially rolling it into a career of some sort. I'd much rather spend my days lifting heavy weights compared to what I'm currently doing for work. But if I want to make that happen, I got at least two to three more years of hard work ahead of me, sadly.

Directly after that, I logged some data into my notebook and left my home gym behind and headed on back up the stairs to the kitchen to prepare dinner. On my way there, I made a brief pit stop at my bathroom to take a cool shower and remove the sweat I accumulated during my workout.

Quickly showering off, I departed for my original destination and when I arrived; I made a beeline for the fridge, opened it up, and looked inside to see what I was going to make tonight.

"Hmm, what to have..."

Perusing through the contents of my fridge for a minute, I settled on what I was going to have rather fast and got to work.

A bit more than fifteen minutes later, I had everything hot and ready. So I grabbed a plate from one of my upper cabinets and loaded it up before heading off to the living room to throw something up on the tv while I ate. Annihilating my meal in no time at all, I deposited my empty plate in the dishwasher and handled a few things around the house.

Now that I've taken care of everything that needed to be taken care of for today, I can relax for the rest of the night and get some gaming done.

As I had nothing else that needed to be done, I walked over to my desk, pressed the power button on the front of my pc's tower, and plopped down into my chair. Waiting several seconds, all the monitors turned on, with only my main monitor displaying the login screen. Thus, I logged in and began looking through my library of games. I browsed through it for a bit before my sight settled on a series of games that I hadn't visited in a long while.