Post by Samba on May 31, 2017 18:54:48 GMT
| Landing on Greenland |
|SAMBA'S BASE PL: 216,584 SAMBA'S CURRENT PL: 3,465,344 / SUPPRESSED|
|GAIN BONUSES: NONE |||PL MULTIPLIERS: Bashkar (x16P)|
Samba looked out the small window to the quickly approaching planet, seeing nothing but a giant green sphere with dashes of lighter green along its surface. Though even from all the way on the atmosphere he could still see what seemed like a large scar on the planet's surface. The scar made him raise a brow in curiosity, wondering what sort of attack or catasthrope could leave such a deformation in the soil and not heal it over time. As he breached the atmosphere of the planet the Zoanthrope could feel butterflies kicking in inside his stomach, the large Wolfman shifting in his too small seat as the reality of what he was doing finally began to kick in.
'I'm finally on Namek, possibly deep inside the enemy's territory up in shit creek without a paddle and with no one to back me up if things turn out for the worst. I like these odds.'
He sighed deeply before steeling his nerves, he couldn't really detect any sort of high power level that completely dwarfed his own, nor some ultimate being of evil filled with the horrors of the nether so he should be fine... hopefully.
His space pod finally reached close to the ground, his eyes seeing a far away castle with an ominous look to it in the distance close to a quaint looking village below it before it was out of his sight. The hatch opened with a hiss, steam coming out of the spacepod and with it the giant lumbering form of the Zoanthrope. Once out he groaned and began to stretch liberally, confined in that tiny thing was a nightmare and it really put a crick in his neck. Once done stretching he began to look around and admire the scenery, but he couldn't help but point out one simple fact.
"Damn, everything's green here, even the water! This place should be named Greenland or something."
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