Post by SluGuis on Apr 24, 2017 22:09:32 GMT
No one could really be shocked when Slu’guis violently awoke from his slumber, and then proceeded to punch a hole in the wall beside him. Dead. The word rang around his head. The pink-clad Namekian took a seat on the end of his bedding and rested his head in his hands. How could this have happened to him? He let out another cry of anguish and gave the wall yet another punch. Anger wasn’t something Slu’guis felt often. It was an emotion reserved for special times. It so happens this was one of those times.
He couldn’t be blamed- no one could expect him to be perfectly sane and stable after what he went through. Death… How? How could such a proud tribe of warriors be wiped out so easily? Slu’guis pondered these questions as he sipped tenatively from a stream behind his abode. Inhale… exhale… Slu’guis looked down at the running water, studied it. He focused on it over his own thoughts.
Just one moment… Just one moment… He didn’t even know what brought his short life to a close. Slu’guis bunched up his clothes in his hands, let out a muffled cry. It could happen at any moment again, couldn’t it? He was killed so easily before, what was stopping him from being destroyed again? Who killed him? Were they coming back? A passing Namekian stopped to look down at Slu’guis, who was very clearly distressed.
Slu’guis looked up at him with pure fear. Was it him? It could’ve been anyone. How was he supposed to know? He gave the Namekian a fearful glare and sprinted into his house, slamming the door behind him. He needed to calm down. He needed to relax. He couldn’t stay like this. Slu’guis gingerly turned on the T.V. Perhaps something there could calm him.
Instead, he got more horror as he saw what happened to Earth… Blown up as well. But, there was a difference here… Earth survived. Earth lived! A lot more than he could say about Namek. Those people on Earth… Were they better protectors? They must be. They had to be. Slu’guis didn’t want to die again. Die a nobody, who did nothing. Who nobody really cared for.
He couldn’t stay here. The Namekians around him seemed to be coping better than he was. Some were rejoicing. That only did more to fuel Slu’guis’s rage. Namekians… Namek… they were a joke. Shoved around, at the mercy of those so far above them they couldn’t comprehend it. The proud warriors of Namek were nothing to the force that blew up their entire planet. Slu’guis shuddered once more.
He turned and grabbed the safe on his nightable. He quickly entered his code and withdrew the contents. Some Zenni… Just enough to buy what he needed. A one-use pod, and some pocket change. He could do with that. It was much less than he’d like, but there was nothing he could do. He needed to leave. He needed to leave as fast as he possibly could.
He practically kicked down his front door in his race to leave. The other Namekians, all greeting each other and rejoicing at their fortune of being revived looked over at the panicking Namekian. How could they be so calm? It wasn’t possible. Suspicious. They were wiped out, and what do they do? Greet each other and talk about their fortune. Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. Slu’guis wouldn’t stand for this. He took flight, much to the confusion of his neighbours.
He went straight to the nearest shop that would sell a single-use pod. It wasn’t open, as the Namekians had just been revived, but Slu’guis didn’t care. He kicked open the door and grabbed the single use pod, leaving a pile of wrinkled Zenni bills in it’s wake. Slu’guis’s mind was racing. He wouldn’t die again. He didn’t want to die again.
Slu’guis was scared of dying again. Scared of dying an absolute nobody, and of living a meaningless life. Earth could fend off their invaders. He’d go there. He’d be safe there, right, The single use pod was deployed, and Slu’guis quickly entered and activated it. His destination was set, and he took off. He didn’t bother to look back.
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Hello, residents of Earth! Here is your morning news station! Here, we have developments on the situation on Name-
Click. The television was shut off. It was nearly reflex. He’d been avoiding that name for years now. The planet that Slu’guis had left behind. He let out a deep sigh and took a sip of his coffee. He didn’t need it, of course- Namekians lived off water. But, that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy the taste of a cup of coffee in the mornings. Slu’guis picked up his cup and headed to his other favorite spot- the balcony.
His small apartment wasn’t glamourous, sure- but it worked for him. The small, almost cramped apartment worked just fine for Slu’guis. Of course… there was always that feeling that he wanted more. As he sat on his balcony, he stared out at the small town he lived in. Earth… Earth had opportunity, but what was he really doing with it? The Namekian sighed, looking down at the small table he’d placed on the balcony.
On it sat a manilla envelope. His resignation letter from the construction company… Perhaps that’s what he’d do… Today, maybe. Maybe not. He’d wrote this months ago. He couldn’t stay like this forever. If he did, he’d just die here a nobody. What would be the difference from his home, then? If he just died a nobody in both places?
He gained security and lost his ambition. Another sip of Coffee quelled these growing thoughts. He’d keep working. There’d be a time for his resignation, eventually. He always knew he was very impulsive, but matters like these needed a lot of thought and consideration. What would he do once he left? His paycheck would be about enough to buy a single-use pod and some change. Perhaps he could start over again.
No… that wasn’t going to happen. Slu’guis launched himself off the side of the balcony and flew to his work zone. Luckily he managed to get an apartment close to his workspace, close enough that he got there and landed in a matter of minutes. He landed outside the locker room, where he entered and meandered over to his locker. His locker-neighbour was sitting on the bench that sat in the middle of the hallway, head in his hands.
Slu’guis stared at him, planning to just ignore him and get changed. That is, until he felt a hand on his back. He turned to see the man. He reeked of alcohol, even this early in the morning. Slu’guis could feel the sweat on his hand bleed through his clothes, making him shudder. He quickly turned around and stared down the drunken fool.
“What do you want?” Slu’guis asked the man, getting straight to the point. The man let out a loud cough and smiled up at him lopsidedly. “Hvey… Greeeenie… do my whwurk…” Slu’guis turned, ignoring him. He unlocked his locker then felt a hand on his calf. “Phlese…” Slu’guis scoffed down at the man. His state was no one’s fault than his own. He didn’t care much about the man. He wasn’t very buddy-buddy with any of his co-workers, and especially no drunks.
He didn’t care, until he felt a liquid his his shoe. The man had thrown up on Slu’guis’s shoe. Slu’guis stared, wide-eyed, at the incomprehensible insolence of the man kneeling at his feet. Slu’guis’s hands clenched before giving the man a good punch in the forehead. Great. Already off to a great start. Slu’guis sighed. He’d need to wash these boots later. For now, he needed to go get his other pair. Grabbing his uniform from the locker, he shut it and left the building, flying back to his own abode.
Ten minutes later, he arrived with a clean set of shoes and his uniform on his back. Another day of work. Or so he thought. He was doing as he usually did- building. Since he was capable of flight, he could do jobs quick. He was a valuable employee, at least in his eyes. As he was cementing and joining bricks together, he heard a creaking sound. The sound of a crane.
This was immediately alarming to him. The crane wasn’t planned for use today. He stared down at the cabin of the crane. Perhaps plans had changed. He wasn’t really kept in the loop, mostly out of his own volition. However, he knew something was wrong when he saw who was piloting the crane. The drunken man was staring straight at him. It was also when Slu’guis noticed the crane hook swinging straight towards him.
Perhaps he was no gifted warrior, but he had better reflexes than a drunken human. He quickly ducked out of the way, avoiding the crane entirely. That was easy enough...but what wasn’t was that the crane just plowed a hole through the building. Great. Wonderful.
The drunken man was apprehended. It was a fairly big mess, and a huge loss for the company. Slu’guis was sent home for the day. He sat on his balcony once again, looking out at the city. He was truly at a loss for words. He took another glance down at the Manila envelope beside him. Just maybe….
The next day, Slu’guis had one less letter and one more single-use pod.
He couldn’t be blamed- no one could expect him to be perfectly sane and stable after what he went through. Death… How? How could such a proud tribe of warriors be wiped out so easily? Slu’guis pondered these questions as he sipped tenatively from a stream behind his abode. Inhale… exhale… Slu’guis looked down at the running water, studied it. He focused on it over his own thoughts.
Just one moment… Just one moment… He didn’t even know what brought his short life to a close. Slu’guis bunched up his clothes in his hands, let out a muffled cry. It could happen at any moment again, couldn’t it? He was killed so easily before, what was stopping him from being destroyed again? Who killed him? Were they coming back? A passing Namekian stopped to look down at Slu’guis, who was very clearly distressed.
Slu’guis looked up at him with pure fear. Was it him? It could’ve been anyone. How was he supposed to know? He gave the Namekian a fearful glare and sprinted into his house, slamming the door behind him. He needed to calm down. He needed to relax. He couldn’t stay like this. Slu’guis gingerly turned on the T.V. Perhaps something there could calm him.
Instead, he got more horror as he saw what happened to Earth… Blown up as well. But, there was a difference here… Earth survived. Earth lived! A lot more than he could say about Namek. Those people on Earth… Were they better protectors? They must be. They had to be. Slu’guis didn’t want to die again. Die a nobody, who did nothing. Who nobody really cared for.
He couldn’t stay here. The Namekians around him seemed to be coping better than he was. Some were rejoicing. That only did more to fuel Slu’guis’s rage. Namekians… Namek… they were a joke. Shoved around, at the mercy of those so far above them they couldn’t comprehend it. The proud warriors of Namek were nothing to the force that blew up their entire planet. Slu’guis shuddered once more.
He turned and grabbed the safe on his nightable. He quickly entered his code and withdrew the contents. Some Zenni… Just enough to buy what he needed. A one-use pod, and some pocket change. He could do with that. It was much less than he’d like, but there was nothing he could do. He needed to leave. He needed to leave as fast as he possibly could.
He practically kicked down his front door in his race to leave. The other Namekians, all greeting each other and rejoicing at their fortune of being revived looked over at the panicking Namekian. How could they be so calm? It wasn’t possible. Suspicious. They were wiped out, and what do they do? Greet each other and talk about their fortune. Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. Slu’guis wouldn’t stand for this. He took flight, much to the confusion of his neighbours.
He went straight to the nearest shop that would sell a single-use pod. It wasn’t open, as the Namekians had just been revived, but Slu’guis didn’t care. He kicked open the door and grabbed the single use pod, leaving a pile of wrinkled Zenni bills in it’s wake. Slu’guis’s mind was racing. He wouldn’t die again. He didn’t want to die again.
Slu’guis was scared of dying again. Scared of dying an absolute nobody, and of living a meaningless life. Earth could fend off their invaders. He’d go there. He’d be safe there, right, The single use pod was deployed, and Slu’guis quickly entered and activated it. His destination was set, and he took off. He didn’t bother to look back.
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Hello, residents of Earth! Here is your morning news station! Here, we have developments on the situation on Name-
Click. The television was shut off. It was nearly reflex. He’d been avoiding that name for years now. The planet that Slu’guis had left behind. He let out a deep sigh and took a sip of his coffee. He didn’t need it, of course- Namekians lived off water. But, that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy the taste of a cup of coffee in the mornings. Slu’guis picked up his cup and headed to his other favorite spot- the balcony.
His small apartment wasn’t glamourous, sure- but it worked for him. The small, almost cramped apartment worked just fine for Slu’guis. Of course… there was always that feeling that he wanted more. As he sat on his balcony, he stared out at the small town he lived in. Earth… Earth had opportunity, but what was he really doing with it? The Namekian sighed, looking down at the small table he’d placed on the balcony.
On it sat a manilla envelope. His resignation letter from the construction company… Perhaps that’s what he’d do… Today, maybe. Maybe not. He’d wrote this months ago. He couldn’t stay like this forever. If he did, he’d just die here a nobody. What would be the difference from his home, then? If he just died a nobody in both places?
He gained security and lost his ambition. Another sip of Coffee quelled these growing thoughts. He’d keep working. There’d be a time for his resignation, eventually. He always knew he was very impulsive, but matters like these needed a lot of thought and consideration. What would he do once he left? His paycheck would be about enough to buy a single-use pod and some change. Perhaps he could start over again.
No… that wasn’t going to happen. Slu’guis launched himself off the side of the balcony and flew to his work zone. Luckily he managed to get an apartment close to his workspace, close enough that he got there and landed in a matter of minutes. He landed outside the locker room, where he entered and meandered over to his locker. His locker-neighbour was sitting on the bench that sat in the middle of the hallway, head in his hands.
Slu’guis stared at him, planning to just ignore him and get changed. That is, until he felt a hand on his back. He turned to see the man. He reeked of alcohol, even this early in the morning. Slu’guis could feel the sweat on his hand bleed through his clothes, making him shudder. He quickly turned around and stared down the drunken fool.
“What do you want?” Slu’guis asked the man, getting straight to the point. The man let out a loud cough and smiled up at him lopsidedly. “Hvey… Greeeenie… do my whwurk…” Slu’guis turned, ignoring him. He unlocked his locker then felt a hand on his calf. “Phlese…” Slu’guis scoffed down at the man. His state was no one’s fault than his own. He didn’t care much about the man. He wasn’t very buddy-buddy with any of his co-workers, and especially no drunks.
He didn’t care, until he felt a liquid his his shoe. The man had thrown up on Slu’guis’s shoe. Slu’guis stared, wide-eyed, at the incomprehensible insolence of the man kneeling at his feet. Slu’guis’s hands clenched before giving the man a good punch in the forehead. Great. Already off to a great start. Slu’guis sighed. He’d need to wash these boots later. For now, he needed to go get his other pair. Grabbing his uniform from the locker, he shut it and left the building, flying back to his own abode.
Ten minutes later, he arrived with a clean set of shoes and his uniform on his back. Another day of work. Or so he thought. He was doing as he usually did- building. Since he was capable of flight, he could do jobs quick. He was a valuable employee, at least in his eyes. As he was cementing and joining bricks together, he heard a creaking sound. The sound of a crane.
This was immediately alarming to him. The crane wasn’t planned for use today. He stared down at the cabin of the crane. Perhaps plans had changed. He wasn’t really kept in the loop, mostly out of his own volition. However, he knew something was wrong when he saw who was piloting the crane. The drunken man was staring straight at him. It was also when Slu’guis noticed the crane hook swinging straight towards him.
Perhaps he was no gifted warrior, but he had better reflexes than a drunken human. He quickly ducked out of the way, avoiding the crane entirely. That was easy enough...but what wasn’t was that the crane just plowed a hole through the building. Great. Wonderful.
The drunken man was apprehended. It was a fairly big mess, and a huge loss for the company. Slu’guis was sent home for the day. He sat on his balcony once again, looking out at the city. He was truly at a loss for words. He took another glance down at the Manila envelope beside him. Just maybe….
The next day, Slu’guis had one less letter and one more single-use pod.