Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2021 17:50:45 GMT -5
PL: 6000
Octobass grinned widely walked through the burning Northern Scar, deciding that, for once, he would treat himself to the beautiful scenery around him and put off his mission for a bit. After all, the so-called "Namekians" had stopped sending their worthless whelps to DIE at his hands and, in all honesty, shredding an already devastated landscape becomes... redundant after a time. With no fresh blood to wash his hands with, the giant green warrior sauntered off into the flames, barely noticing the bones of his numerous victims crunching beneath his feet. AH, yes... He had thrown quite a number of warriors into these flames... He had almost forgotten. After all, of what significance is a mediocre warrior-pacifist? One might as well blunt the edge of a sword into uselessness at that point.
Useless.
That was what Namek was.
And so, Octobass, with no care for the dead, nor their memory, crushed their remains into sand with each step, allowing the fire and the earth to reclaim them more easily as he passed. That fire...? That magma...? There was a reason why he loved it all. This was the only gash on the stainless character of the Namekians, the only blemish on their perfect, little faces. No matter how much they try to ignore it, no matter how much they admonish it, a blow against their serenity was struck that wouldn't DIE with any one man!
THIS was why Octobass loved it here. The color red, a black sky and overwhelming heat was great and all that, but being surrounded by the very ideals you espouse reflected in the ground one walks on...? THAT is true art.
"Soon..." The giant rumbled, raising his hand, a black aura rippling between his fingers! "...I will swallow this world with the Scar. Namek, as this universe, knows it, will NOT survive my reckoning!"
WC: 310
Octobass grinned widely walked through the burning Northern Scar, deciding that, for once, he would treat himself to the beautiful scenery around him and put off his mission for a bit. After all, the so-called "Namekians" had stopped sending their worthless whelps to DIE at his hands and, in all honesty, shredding an already devastated landscape becomes... redundant after a time. With no fresh blood to wash his hands with, the giant green warrior sauntered off into the flames, barely noticing the bones of his numerous victims crunching beneath his feet. AH, yes... He had thrown quite a number of warriors into these flames... He had almost forgotten. After all, of what significance is a mediocre warrior-pacifist? One might as well blunt the edge of a sword into uselessness at that point.
Useless.
That was what Namek was.
And so, Octobass, with no care for the dead, nor their memory, crushed their remains into sand with each step, allowing the fire and the earth to reclaim them more easily as he passed. That fire...? That magma...? There was a reason why he loved it all. This was the only gash on the stainless character of the Namekians, the only blemish on their perfect, little faces. No matter how much they try to ignore it, no matter how much they admonish it, a blow against their serenity was struck that wouldn't DIE with any one man!
THIS was why Octobass loved it here. The color red, a black sky and overwhelming heat was great and all that, but being surrounded by the very ideals you espouse reflected in the ground one walks on...? THAT is true art.
"Soon..." The giant rumbled, raising his hand, a black aura rippling between his fingers! "...I will swallow this world with the Scar. Namek, as this universe, knows it, will NOT survive my reckoning!"
WC: 310