Post by Morek Ogark on Feb 26, 2017 1:05:00 GMT
"Why are you all ganging up on me! The other guys started the fight! Stop trying to punish someone for finishing what was started!" argued a large namekian in a white tank top, blue jeans and blue sneakers. He was able to somehow achieve a physical body, immediately putting it to work when a human that also had a body 'started pushing him around.' Because of that, he decided to put his boxing skills to the test right in the middle of the crosswalk of one of the cities in the Afterlife. There weren't a lot of vehicles in heaven, if any, so everyone walked around freely, most of them in ghost form. A lot of them ran away when the fight started. The namekian had the upper hand, thus knocking his opponent out easily. Before he was able to enjoy his victory however, three blue ogres came by and tried to get him to come with them. The green man wasn't having it though, punching the lights out of one of them and now going after the other two. He attacked them and dodged their attacks all around the crosswalk, the three of them traveling at speeds so fast that most people wouldn't be able to spot them.
A few minutes later, the namekian was the only one barely standing, putting his hands on his bent knees and panting. Getting in a fight with one human and three ogres surely would drop a person's stamina severely. This was fortunate for the red ogre that appeared instantly in front of him, pointing his right palm right at the aggressive man's face and launching a red-colored ki blast, sending him hurling through the air. After a few seconds the namekian's body began to skip roughly through the street until it stopped dozens of meters away from the place he originally stood. He groaned while looking up at the pink sky before fading out of consciousness.
"One of you throw him off of snake way for assaulting the three of you please, and throw the one he fought into a cell for a few hours. I will patrol around the city by my own until you can start fighting seriously," Morek told them, walking away from the scene and continuing to do what he just said he would. He didn't let his victory get to his head, keeping a serious look on his face while walking around half-naked, having only a pair of black/brown/red baggy pants on with red fur at the top, so everyone could see his large athletic red body in all it's glory, with long red hair that looked as if half of it was on flames.
"Why must I always clean up after their mess? Am I the only ogre around that can get a job done? And the thing is, I would rather not," Morek said aloud. The more he had to do his job of keeping the peace in the Afterlife, the more he despised it. He would think that the place was great enough for everyone to just chill and relax, as only his kind had to do any real work. 'So why is it that people would try to pick fights instead of just chatting? So stupid,' the man thought to himself. He would love to be one of the dead, being able to just enjoy eternity without having to worry much.
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Big Train
A few minutes later, the namekian was the only one barely standing, putting his hands on his bent knees and panting. Getting in a fight with one human and three ogres surely would drop a person's stamina severely. This was fortunate for the red ogre that appeared instantly in front of him, pointing his right palm right at the aggressive man's face and launching a red-colored ki blast, sending him hurling through the air. After a few seconds the namekian's body began to skip roughly through the street until it stopped dozens of meters away from the place he originally stood. He groaned while looking up at the pink sky before fading out of consciousness.
"One of you throw him off of snake way for assaulting the three of you please, and throw the one he fought into a cell for a few hours. I will patrol around the city by my own until you can start fighting seriously," Morek told them, walking away from the scene and continuing to do what he just said he would. He didn't let his victory get to his head, keeping a serious look on his face while walking around half-naked, having only a pair of black/brown/red baggy pants on with red fur at the top, so everyone could see his large athletic red body in all it's glory, with long red hair that looked as if half of it was on flames.
"Why must I always clean up after their mess? Am I the only ogre around that can get a job done? And the thing is, I would rather not," Morek said aloud. The more he had to do his job of keeping the peace in the Afterlife, the more he despised it. He would think that the place was great enough for everyone to just chill and relax, as only his kind had to do any real work. 'So why is it that people would try to pick fights instead of just chatting? So stupid,' the man thought to himself. He would love to be one of the dead, being able to just enjoy eternity without having to worry much.
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Big Train