Post by Greeve on Feb 24, 2017 18:54:27 GMT
Thread PL: 27,775
Those poor souls...
The specter known as Greeve hovered above the small farming town below him, unnoticed as he watched the people down below. He had been wandering this region for a bit, trying to decide where to pick up his work his death had delayed, and there was no ignoring this place. The town had come down with an epidemic, a disease ravaging its populace. He could feel some life signs fading away, as the rest of the populace ran around, trying to find a means to cure this plague.
Most people, seeing this situation would try their best to assist them in curing the disease, while others would avoid this town and ride them off as doomed. Greeve wasn't going to sit by and let these people suffer. But would curing them be really doing them a kindness? Greeve didn't have any medical knowledge, so it was only giving them false hope. But even if he did cure them, would it really be doing them a kindness? Life was cruel, harsh, and there was no guarantee that they wouldn't get sick again and suffer some more.
And Greeve's experience in the afterlife had cemented his beliefs that death would be the best for them. After all, if they were good, they experienced the joy of Heaven. If they were cruel, they got their just desserts in hell, which wasn't even that bad of a prison to be honest.
No, there was only one real humane way to save them.
Quietly extending his hand, a ball of black ki formed in his hand. Without any word, he fired it down onto the village below. The ball erupted in a powerful explosion, resulting in screams of panic from the population below.
They were frightened now, but they would understand when they were on the other side. It was better this way.
Those poor souls...
The specter known as Greeve hovered above the small farming town below him, unnoticed as he watched the people down below. He had been wandering this region for a bit, trying to decide where to pick up his work his death had delayed, and there was no ignoring this place. The town had come down with an epidemic, a disease ravaging its populace. He could feel some life signs fading away, as the rest of the populace ran around, trying to find a means to cure this plague.
Most people, seeing this situation would try their best to assist them in curing the disease, while others would avoid this town and ride them off as doomed. Greeve wasn't going to sit by and let these people suffer. But would curing them be really doing them a kindness? Greeve didn't have any medical knowledge, so it was only giving them false hope. But even if he did cure them, would it really be doing them a kindness? Life was cruel, harsh, and there was no guarantee that they wouldn't get sick again and suffer some more.
And Greeve's experience in the afterlife had cemented his beliefs that death would be the best for them. After all, if they were good, they experienced the joy of Heaven. If they were cruel, they got their just desserts in hell, which wasn't even that bad of a prison to be honest.
No, there was only one real humane way to save them.
Quietly extending his hand, a ball of black ki formed in his hand. Without any word, he fired it down onto the village below. The ball erupted in a powerful explosion, resulting in screams of panic from the population below.
They were frightened now, but they would understand when they were on the other side. It was better this way.