Post by Yogu on Jul 5, 2024 15:59:06 GMT -5
Thread PL: 100,000
Items: Badman Shirt
Getting off Earth was far from easy. The pod Yogu jacked while escaping from Earth's authorities got banged up pretty bad. He spent the whole ride over here praying to the Kais that the thing didn't explode on the way. In a way, his prayers came true. His dingy spacecraft only went completely bust once he entered Konats's atmosphere. After the entire thing quite literally exploded in his face, the following series of events got hazy.
The next thing the boy knew, he was coming to in a pile of garbage. A groan involuntarily leaves his lips: "Kais, can't I catch a single break?" Looking up at the night sky, he sees no stars. The lights of the cityscape above him blot them out. Towering skyscrapers loom in the distance, their countless blinking lights casting a pall of unnatural light over the field of scrap and trash he found himself in. At this moment, Yogu had never felt more alone. He rises to his feet, looking out on the sea of slums and garbage from atop his little island.
"Well, you did it, Monster. We're here. Konats. My entire life is destroyed—what little of one existed for me. I can't go home, and I have no one to call on for help. So go ahead, bud, fuckin' possess me or whatever the hell and go do your little scheme!" Yogu puts his arms out like he's waiting for the Kais to strike him with lightning. Nothing happens. "Yo. Monster! Didn't you hear me?! I give up, asshole! Ya broke me. ...Do whatever."
Still nothing.
Yogu stomps his foot and lets out a guttural cry that echoes for quite a while.
Now, he really was alone. He sits back down with a sigh. "Couldn't get any worse, I guess." He takes the last crumpled cigarette from his shirt pocket and lights it with the tip of his finger.
It was going to be a long night.