Post by Mammon on Oct 14, 2017 0:34:20 GMT
| Illegal, Immoral, and Fattening |
Mammon's PL: 168,372 Mammon's Current PL: 3,030,696
GAIN BONUS: DE PL MULTIPLIERS: Destruction King (x18)
I have stung, been stung, and will be stung. For It is my nature said the scorpion. It had all gone to hell in a handbasket, they were gonna rock this world like dynamite, but Dan had enough, and Kaza was nowhere to be seen, he looked down and didn’t see a world he saw a rope, he made the first knot and slipped it through another and tied it, now he only needed to hang it. It was gonna be a firework, a wet one, over in a second and with maybe a ‘Wow, wasn’t that neat. Now about lunch’.
He kicked the chair and choked. He looked down at the city, so many people each with their own histories and experiences, each unique in some way, it was time to go down in
‘Cool, one-liner?’ he opened the show with a bang firing down at the city, beams of flickering flame popping and sizzling in the air, tearing out neat chunks out of buildings and leaving blackened scorch marks. ‘Nah’.
The first voice, the first series of questions ‘who, what, why’ the usual suspects. Who: it was the Mazoku, or how the current trend would spin it. What: a demon. Why: Because he had to. To say the first retaliation didn’t go well would be an understatement, he made clean and quick work of it, breaking one over his knee like a sentient stick, the other through the eye’s with two fingers like a deadly Three Stooges routine, the third a smack to the head that didn’t so much cave it in but liquified it. All the while saying nothing.
He had to admire them as they came at him in their ones and twos. The scraps, everyone who wasn’t big enough to go to Namek, even tho they had never spoken one word beyond screams he felt a certain kinship with them, the least of the least fighting a futile battle that would end soon enough because they had to. Locked in mortal combat they were closer than lovers, sharing a bond only two people trying to kill each other could understand. He loved them, he thought to himself as he wiped the blood from his hand’s.
One, two, three, four. Like slipping on an old familiar coat, with that hole that was patched over with the slightly different colored fabric, with that extra pocket sewed in on the inside, a place to put things. He turned out his pockets and got changed, his body expanded and fat red welts formed and swirled in tiny intricate patterns, before going hard and drying the ugly red of day old blood. Gone was Mammon here stood the Destruction King.
The tone had changed from the introduction, here was the conflict, now where was the hero on the white horse ready to deliver the resolution. He took in a breath and began to gather power, letting it fill his limbs and set them on fire. Self destruction - "It's my Nature", said the Scorpion...
➣ Charging Demonic special (x5): 3,872,625 %100 -> %200