From Trashin to Thrashin (Hunter's Video Vlogs)

**Hunter's Vlogs - From Trashin to Thrashin ft. the Diamond Dragon Shredders**

*Hunter's house, Overland Park, Vaduz*

**Hunter:** Rise and Shine!

*Camera zooms in on a happy Labrador, panting heavily to acknowledge the same greeting.*

**Hunter:** Aww, Donut's looking gnarly today. Who's a rad doggo? You are. You are! :)

*Jumpcuts to the kitchen where he grabs a bowl of cereal and milk. Seated at the table, munching ominously while gripping a Tech Deck in his hand.*

**Hunter:** So, me and the shredders are gonna break practice and zoom around Vaduz, in search of lost and bashed decks hidden in the trash and elsewhere.

*Jumpcut to Hunter scrolling through his messages.*

**Hunter:** Hit up several messages to the crew.

*DING!*

**Hunter:** Oh sweet momma. Everyone's on route now. Kenta always needs to be picked up like a 3rd grader on his first day of school. Tyler said he'd meet us up at the skatepark while Romain is currently on his way there. I just hope Goldie freak doesn't cause an incessant uproar against everyone else. One hell of a ride.

*He proceeds to successfully ollies the fingerboard over his finished bowl of cereal. Several jumpcuts later, he is seen boarding through the house, kickflipping over the patio stairs and onto the crystal clear driveway. Fobbing the Durango's lights to blink twice, he opens the liftgate, yeets his board, closes it and hops inside.*

*Jumpcut to Hunter driving down main street, while several intersections later, he spots out an old man leashing another lab similar to his. Camera swings around from idle dash point.*

**Hunter:** Oh my gods, is that Donut #2? Labs are such a beauty. No lie. I remember taking care of the golden fella ever since I was little. Geez, it's been so long since he grew to a huge doggo bugger.

*Points camera at Kenta who enthusiastically waves his hand.*

**Hunter:** Hey, rise and shine bud. We planned to meet up at the skatepark like we usually do. Any idea where Romain and Tyler are?

**Kenta:** *\*exhales\** Ty said he's getting dropped off by his mom at the skatepark while Ro's trying to scavenge for a lost kingpin to his new Drakstar deck.

**Hunter:** So he just scrapped off the *Scream Shrieker?*

**Kenta:** Nah, I just believe that he potentially recycles them at one point or donates them to another skate shop around Crinea. Busted that thing in half. I could feel as if I could personally skate on that with two legs.

**Hunter:** *\*sly grin\** One cup.

*Both of them snort in laughter, a GMC Yukon honking in annoyance behind them.*

**Hunter:** Sorry old geezer! Geez, these people are a nuisance to our skating lives.

**Kenta:** How's Donut doing? Ready to skate yet?

**Hunter:** More like 'Not ready to skate yet' or some shit like that. He's been on cry meds lately since he's becoming more elusive to objects with wheels.

**Kenta:** Damn. That dog's got rollin phobia.

**Hunter:** I just think that he'll soon get used to car rides. *\*Wink\** Plus, skate rides.

*Kenta then fumbles with a KIDS HITS 2003 CD, scanning through the track list with an inquisitive brow.*

**Kenta:** Bro, you still listen to this oldie?

**Hunter:** Nostalgic vibes, man.

*They spot out Romain carefully skating through pedestrians, waving a hand while noticing the Durango stop by the curb.*

**Kenta:** How's that badass deck coming along, Ro?

*The blonde shredder hops in, straightening his brand new Dark Wyng DX deck upright beside him.*

**Romain:** Fresh as ever. I even slapped on some new grip tape along with better bearings for smooth sailings.

**Kenta:** Dude that's so lit. I wish mine had those cream wheels with purple and pink lettering. Ascenta rollers, right?

*Romain nods in agreement, currently glancing out of the window.*

**Hunter:** So, Romain, when are you getting behind the wheel like me, huh?

*Crossing arms with a disturbed somber glare, the blonde shredder exhales in annoyance.*

**Romain:** Fuck that. Stardust Dragonful never drives a car. And you better know that on the top of your mind.

**Kenta:** Bruh, he prefers a 4 wheeled plank than a jet black gas guzzler.

**Hunter:** The fuck did you say about my Durango?

*Romain quietly laughs off screen, the camera now zoomed on his tufts of spikey blonde strands poking through his Thrasher snapback hat.*

*Jumpcut towards the trio arriving at the skatepark. Tyler is seen doing 180's mid air until a car horn accidentally knocks him off the board, stomping across the ground while his board rolls ahead.*

**Tyler:** *\*distance\** What the hell was all that about!?

*They continue laughing. Summers approaches the driver's window, noticing the camera on air.*

**Tyler:** Sup Vlare! Tyler here. I was just kickin up some 180's and nose dives across the park. Beautiful day outside. You see, we skaters, no matter what race, faith, or royalty, we all be connected to this board. Oh what makes us different from the outside world? -

**Hunter:** Scooter pooters.

**Kenta:** BMX Bike fags.

**Romain:** Security and pedestrian douchebags.

**Tyler:** Aye! That's what I'm talkin about. Just eat, sleep, shred, repeat. That's how we doin it downtown Tornillo. No matter if you got a family or even homeless, that's the specialty of skateboarding. Never give up.

**Kenta:** Dude, you made me cry after that wonderful speech.

**Hunter:** We should start honoring you for the rest of our lives.

**Romain:** Hurl up a rad party in the alleyway.

**Tyler:** Good idea Ro. Considering you originated from an alleyway.

**Romain:** My parents are straight trash. They would do grotesque things just to make me return to that trailer dump. I'm glad that I'm now living with my adopted parents. It's been one hell of a ride to escape that damned place. Been in so many places, it's just downright lowkey unbelievable how one board unites us all.

*Tyler holds up his deck and taps it softly against Romain's board as if to say cheers.*

**Tyler:** We're just glad that you're trying ta hit up for that cat girl. Shinigami was it?

*Dragonful continues to glance out of the window, speculating at bricked storefronts flashing by.*

**Romain:** Quite the picture. She's just unique and amazing. Been getting her lately into some shreddin. Slowly getting the hang of it. I still find the Crinean law shitty. I don't know about Vaduz but they say that Parkour is straight legal but skateboarding is jacked up prohibited. *\*sarcastic chuckle\** If they think Skateboardings' a crime, then so be it.

**Tyler:** Oh the glory days of shredding would be oh so soon over if skaters don't rise up against those damn enemies of ours. It's like as if they don't give a shit about our personal love for the sport.

**Kenta:** It's not even called a sport. It's called family, love, and justice.

**Hunter:** You guys are killin it. (Insert Lenny face here)

*Camera jumpcuts towards the four shredders standing behind their Durango, lift gate opened to reveal Hunter's skating inventions.*

**Hunter:** May I present to you some gnarly waste turned into wheels? You gotta love that I Pad.

*Snow reveals a used I-Pad, cracked screen with wheels and trucks screwed just beneath.*

*Insert meme sound "Wow!" with colourful light effects.*

**Tyler:** Duuuude, that's gnarly for a pro skater.

**Kenta:** I bet Hawk can't half pipe a 360 on that!

**Romain:** Let me try guys.

*The other shredders carefully speculate at the wyvern as Dragonful inspected the board from all sides before carefully placing it on the ground.*

**Hunter:** Careful what you wish for, bro.

**Romian:** Oh, *\*sarcastic zoom\** I have something to wish for.

*Dragonful kickflips in a stationary position until a loud CRUNCH is heard beneath his Vans skater shoes. The camera zooms in on the irregular result, splinters of cracked glass strewn across asphalt.*

**Kenta:** Damn dude. You busted that I-Pad like a cheapo deck snagged from a flea market.

**Romain:** Never underestimate my strength.

*A pair of those meme pixelated shades appear on Romain as he dabs, sepia filtering with a tilt effect.*

*Sound: Mission Accomplished.*

**Hunter:** Whoa! If you think my useless I-Pad was gnarly, wait until you see this!

*He proceeds to slide a massive 30 inch bulky flat screen TV, the display now supported on trucks and wheels.*

**Tyler:** Holy *\*Quack\*,* that's my ride there.

**Kenta:** Dare you to do an ollie with it, Ro.

**Romain:** You don't say?

*Dragonful spins 360, the edge of the frame scraping against the asphalt. He then proceeds to attempt an ollie, only for the screen along with the mobo and back covers to plunge into a crooked mess. Tyler slowly shoes the remaining parts against the TV.*

**Hunter:** Dude, you totally wrecked my old Vizio. Owned it when I was 10.

**Kenta:** *\*laughs\** What a piece of shit.

*Shredders currently on the road, driving to Overland Park, Vaduz. Hunter focuses on his driving while Tyler lazily scrolls through his phone for new status to his feed. Romain and Kenta hangout in the rear, cans of Iron Dew in hand. Without any intention, Renzo unleashes a small bubbling belch.*

**Kenta:** Oh Tibarn, this Iron Dew's off the hook.

**Romian:** *\*smirks\** Try this for a size, Renzo.

*Deeply chugging the carbonated can, Dragonful pauses before a long belch sounded across.*

**Tyler:** *\*laughs\** Dude, that one's a killer bomb right there!

**Hunter:** *\*talking to camera\** Unfortunately guys, Romain here is our boisterous bubbling burp freak. No matter what the quantity of the can, even from a miniscule bubble to one whole gulp, this guy can just straight flex some air from his mouth. Snap in a second.

**Romain:** Snow, you're extremely lucky that Sanaki's not here. She would just simply take an honored exit from the car. If she attuned to the real skater life, that definitely won't be on her bucket list.

**Tyler:** You got that right.

*Jumpcut to Overland Park wastelands, the shredders circled around a random waste pile.*

**Romain:** Someone's been drinking Iron Dew around here.

*Carelessly tosses the empty can away, currently rolling against to a slow halt against several wooden planks.*

**Hunter:** What do ya think? This would do good for my homemade skate ramp.

**Kenta:** More like a homemade skatepark.

*Lightbulb dings above Hunter's awe inspiring head.*

**Hunter:** Duuuude, you literally blew my mind with that idea. Next video vlog comin right up.

**Romain:** Who in the right mind would someone even discard a lot of wood? I could use some of that for a Tech Deck skatepark.

**Tyler:** Beats me. The only thing we scoured around this dump is only wood and no board. Any chance we could scourge for some decks in a different area?

**Romain:** Overland Park sounds like a bad idea after all.

**Hunter:** Chill guys. It's only 2 in the frosty morning. I got geared up with some *Vans*, Kenta looking slick with his *Santa Cruz* hipsty attire.

**Tyler:** *Spitfire* all the way.

**Hunter:** And lastly Romain -

*Dragonful demonstrates a idle shove-it 360 while deploying the peace sign with a killer smile.*

- clad in his killer *Thrasher* skate goat hoodie along those slick Vans.

**Romain:** Skate and Destroy, bitch. That's how we do it in Crinea and beyond.

**Hunter:** Gosh, you have some balls for roasting some little ones at the skatepark tonight, right Kenta?

**Kenta:** Those little quackers don't stand a chance against us, lol.

*Jumpcut to Kenta holding a worn out couch cushion, attempting to challenge his teammates into a pillow fight.*

**Kenta:** Yo, anyone thinking what I'm thinking?

*A sly smile creeps across Renzo's face while Romain runs from behind him and playfully knocks him over against the frame of the couch. Laughter commenced.*

**Hunter:** Holy shit, Romain. That's just prank perfection!

**Tyler:** Never expected that to arouse of you.

**Romain:** Well, you know what they say.

**Kenta:** A bone for a bone. A spring for a spring. You're such a dick, Ro.

*Kenta clamours from the frame, his skate shoes digging deep into the grid of squeaky springs. His expression of disappointment grimes across his face.*

**Hunter:** Ok, with that aside, let's continue on our search for some trashed decks!

*Jumpcut to the shredders back in the Durango, Kenta maintaining a small cut above his left eye.*

**Kenta:** Fuck, this hurts like a bitch. Any bands, Hunt?

**Hunter:** Glad you asked for, son. A real skater doesn't wear band aids after every injury. That proves the real armour of a shredder.

**Romain:** Hunter's right. That small little knife cut won't jack your soul. I've busted and bruised some pretty nasty areas if you ask me. Especially that horrific crack to my right spleen.

**Tyler:** WEAO - WEAO- WEAO - WEAO - WEAO!

**Romain:** *\*Deep Sigh\** Exactly.

**Kenta:** Holy shitz, stop the car.

*The Durango lurches forward to a halt by the curb, the shredders cruising beyond a leafy green neighbourhood with crystal white driveways, sparkling smooth cement, sandstone curbs, and identical wooden houses with light color palettes and brown sandpaper shingles. Seat belts click as the shredders hurriedly clambour out, approaching a pile full of discarded household junk.*

**Tyler:** Good eyes, Kenta. We just found our first snapped board.

*Renzo holds up a brutally bashed DRAKSTAR fakie deck, mapped with a pooly printed Sonic Flame sticker while the grip tape was half missing, save for the splinters of cheap plywood sticking out.*

**Hunter:** Thank Shenzhen for our first crappy junkie deck. *\*jumpcut\** Dude, Romain. What the hell are you doing?

*Dragonful plants his feet on top of a colourful toddler car, using his left leg to balance the rear wheels in preparation of a pop shove it.*

**Romain:** Improving my skills.

*He then thrusts himself off the ground, attempting to pop an ollie. The effect of gravity played around when his iron weighted shoes crashed through the hollow plastic car, bits of plastic and number shaped buttons flew in all directions. Dragonful collides against the grass, his back resting against several trash bags stuffed with clothes. Laughing as usual.*

**Tyler:** Damn, you wrecked that toy hard!

**Romain:** Indeed. It's not like you see a skater experimenting his ideal tricks on random objects other than a skateboard.

**Kenta:** I - Pad, TV, that toddler ride. What's next? Your mom?

*Insert "Ohhhhh!" meme*

**Romain:** Good Idea. I could easily crack her back. That way I could shut her mouth for good.

**Tyler:** Wrecked.

*Jumpcut to the shredders back in the car, Hunter currently driving them to a backlot alley behind an abandoned skatepark. Focused again on driving, Tyler randomly talks about improving a varial kickflip while Romain and Kenta daze through his lecture.*

**Tyler:** Been kickin it, kickin it kickin it. No luck lately ever since we get kicked out of every prohibited location we can ever muse through.

**Hunter:** Ah, yes. Those rude old farts. Ever been wondering when they'll babysit proper law abiding citizens instead. Ever since - *\*falters off\**

**Kenta:** Ok, who fucking farted in the car!?

**Hunter:** Blame that Iron Dew, huh, Romain?

**Romain:** I fart all the time while skating. It makes me go faster. *\*chuckle\** I ripped some big ones at the park today.

*\*Small jumpcut towards Kenta secretly recording the blonde skater from a distance. Hands on knees while bent over, magenta eyes suspiciously scan Dragonful's surroundings as he casually rips one out. Commence exhale of relief while Kenta chuckles in the background, zooming in on the sweaty Wyvern shredder.\**

**Tyler:** Pretty sure that's how everyone is grinding these big rails. Their little farts align their trajectory like a rocketship in space.

*The shredders laugh hysterically.*

**Hunter:** I know skaters are always claiming like they fart when they skate, but skaters that actually fart when they skate? Pshhh... I dunno, maybe like... Jeremiah Babb? Yeah, Jeremiah Babb, prolly. That's it.

**Tyler:** Really? I heard he did too but also heard that Chewy Cannon farts for real basically before every line he films.

**Hunter:** I heard Chewy hasn't farted since Lost and Found.

**Kenta:** I'm pretty sure he farted a few times in his adidas/palace part. At least that's what I heard.

**Hunter:** Yeah, you're probably right.

**Romain:** You heard it? How loud do you have the volume on skate vids? Also did it sound wet or dry?

**Hunter:** alec majerus.

**Kenta:** Suuuuuuuuuuuuuper dry.

**Tyler:** Two words y'all: Fleet enema.

**Romain:** Fleet enema you say? *\*Proceeds to grip camera out of Tyler's hands and naughtily shoves it near tilted ass, releasing a long comfortable drag. The shredders clamour in hysterical laughter and complaints of the raunchy odor. Winks.\** I never said that I was a poser at ripping ass.

**Hunter:** Oh Regalia, that white trash blood in you. Of course we skaters enjoy whatever grotesque shit comes into our minds.

**Tyler:** Never say never.

*Jumpcut to "D\*\*\* in my ass" booming across the Durango as Hunter drives past rundown forestesque roads, spotting a another pile of household junk 3 miles away.*

**Romain:** Lo and behold, the scrap metal cometh for me.

**Kenta:** Typical Romain.....

**Hunter:** You collect scrap metal? For cash?

*Romain nods silently while grabbing aluminum door screens, cast iron rods, and steel tools rusted in the sun for an eternity. All of them piled in the rear of the Durango.*

**Romain:** A basic money grabbing hobby aside from Junk Removal. Gonna be your fortune teller Hunter. One day you're gonna forget that I do this and eagerly bring up it up again.

**Hunter:** No problem. At least I have it in mind just in case I forget.

**Kenta:** Guys, you can't believe what I found!

*Renzo fishes a toddler's skateboard out of the pile, the vibrant orange and space blue deck handled with a support bar and rubber LED wheels.*

**Tyler:** Looks better than an Ookiee.

**Romain:** Too bad my parents didn't let me have something like that. I despise them so much.

**Hunter:** I remember having those in my childhood! PickWickToys circa 2007. Mom got me the same exact board. But geez.... *\*Camera zooms in on the back print of 2 drunk alligators spazzing around.\** You guys ok over there?

**Kenta:** They look pretty hungover.

**Tyler:** Goofy gators are a kids thing. Especially when the print looks super appealing to them.

**Hunter:** Whatever, let's stash this deck even though it's not wrecked. Might give it to Kimberly for school.

*Jumpcut. All 3 shredders are fast asleep while Hunter yawns incessantly, keeping his eyes focused on the highway. The black Durango flashes by a A3 sign that routed them towards Sienne, Crinea. An hour later, they reach the city plazas housing the 4 Saint Dragons of Astora's version of France.*

**Hunter:** *\*teasing tone\** Rise and shine, Romain! We finally reached your homeland!

*Dragonful exhales impatiently, crossed arms and a dull glare at the rearview mirror\**

**Romain:** Thought I already told you. I only joined the Crinean Dragoma team for sake of Ryuk, Storm, and DracoLight. Though I possess Dracyan royalty, does not mean I have to originate from Crinea. Born Vadinian, raised Crinean. Lived 2 years split half and half. By my adopted parents then to in a shitty Crinean apartment the time I had The Dragon Shredder active. Lucky I do know some Crinean, though I still highly despise it second to my parents.

**Hunter:** *\*grins slyly\** Greet yourself.

**Romain:** *\*groans lightly\** Bonjour, je m'appelle Romain.

**Kenta:** Slowly blending in, Ro. Keep it up.

*The blonde bumps his head against the headrest and mutters out disappointment.*

*Jumpcut. The Shredders notice a semi used deck peeking out of the rim of a dumpster.*

**Hunter:** Last catch of today! C'mon let's get it!

*Doors opened, they quickly, rush over to see the workers latching the container facing the rear of the garbage truck, the men slightly ignore thier rambling protest.*

**Kenta:** Hey! We need that deck!

**Worker:** Il suffit de tout jeter. (Just dump everything in.)

*With one of them being ordered to crush the contents, the only bilingual shredder begins to bark a command.*

**Romain:** C'est mon skateboard que tu as jeté à la poubelle! (That's my skateboard that you threw in the trash can!)

*The men goggle a rude eye towards Romain. The gruff gumball begins to jiggle his moustache, plainly ignoring him with a strong glare. The rest of the shredders plead Dragonful from deploying revenge.*

**Hunter:** Romain, it's not worth it anymore! I can't let you get crushed in there!

**Romain:** Not anymore.

*Hot pink flames burn his thermometer bursting into sparks as Romain thrashes one of the men to the ground, reversing the movement of the compactor. Thankfully, the board was unharmed as it sat wedged between irregularly folded cardboard and trash bags filled with random refuse. Leaping in, Romain pries the deck from the pile and hurriedly runs away with his friends.*

**Kenta:** Wtf!? I thought you hated Crinean?

**Romain:** It was the only way to save that deck.

*One of the men retaliates with a rake in his hand, yelling a warning concerning the blonde shredder and his gang's turn as crushed trash through the truck. After moaning with a wince, the gruff gumball suffers severe minor injuries but thankfully unharmed.*

**Hunter:** Shit, bro. That was sick. Can't believe you rescued that deck from the trash. Just how did you manage to step up against that mechanical monster?

*A Sonic Flame deck upturned with dangling trucks and worn down urethean wheels delights Romain's smile.*

**Romain:** Developed my unnatural and ridiculous strength overtime. See what Dracyan does to me when I sleep?

**Tyler:** You'd easily make it on the front cover of a Thrasher magazine. *Blonde shredder rescues rare skateboard deck from a monstrous trash truck.* That really dibs on you.

**Kenta:** *\*heaves a sigh\** What a day for deck picking. I just wanna crash home and play some Forza on my Xbox.

*Camera sways towards Hunter while he drives the rest of the shredders back to Vaduz.*

**Hunter:** Been a long day of collecting broken decks. Thanks to the rest of the shredders I can finally do a poll with you guys! Should I keep them, reuse, recycle, or here it comes.... destroy them? *\*Filter red and fast zoom on his face. Jumpcut.\** Yeah, I'm pretty heartless lol. Whelp, that had been fun for me and my gang.

*Cue sarcastic throat clear and a glare from Romain.*

**Hunter:** *\*sheepish smile\** Right, your gang, Ro. Whelp, that's all for me and The Diamond Dragon Shredders! Skate or Cry people!

*\*End Screen with Hunter's channel icon and other recommended videos. Oyy - Khandi [NCS Release] plays in the background\**