Post by Deleted on Feb 29, 2016 21:14:31 GMT
What in the Hell did the Human’s call this stuff? Ice? Baal didn’t get much of it when he was down in the aforementioned afterlife. He spent most of his time in the warm airs, working up a sweat on his ship, but this was place is what he would really call Hell. He had shivers throughout his entire body and he could barely concentrate on anything. He asked around the local martial arts school about where he could find a nice plan to train. While his purpose on Earth was murky at best, he knew that before he was gone, plenty of punches would be given and taken, undoubtedly more taken with the untrained state that Baal was in.
He was beginning to regret coming all the way out here now, starting to think that this place may have just been a giant joke he wasn’t in on. Who the Hell wants to come train out here? Sure it was nice for training your resistance, but that wasn’t what Baal was interested in, no he was interested in training, and after hours of looking around he was certain that five hundred miles in every direction was completely empty. If this was such a great spot to train in, why had he not encountered any life in the last four hours?
Despite being upset he continued on with what training he could stomach by himself, but he grew bored very quickly, seeing as he knew every punch he would throw and every kick he would attempt, he needed someone to train his mind, someone who would make him think about fighting rather than just thinking about when the Hell he would actually see life again. Another punch here, and another blast here and his mind started to become more and more distraught. Perhaps it was the sub-zero temperatures which had finally gotten to him, or perhaps he was just now realizing what a bad Idea this whole “Earth” thing was.
Had he really given up his life in Hell for this? Back in Hell he spent his life surrounded by his crew, searching for hidden treasures and new challenges. After a betrayal he had lost it all, and decided to travel to for revenge, but so far all he had found was empty ice crevices. How was he meant to get strong enough to avenge his fallen comrades at this rate? Was he destined to be stuck in this pitiful state forever? Or could he change himself? Before he could finish that though, he got down on his knees, looked to the sky and shouted “Where the bloody Hell is everybody!”