Post by Sinthe on Jan 16, 2017 12:38:14 GMT -5
’ Sweet merciful Omni-King! What is it with this Gods forsaken planet!’
As anyone close enough to hear might have imagined, Sinthe was in some measure of distress. And if they hadn’t guessed that from his voice then they would have guessed it by all the nice looking natural rock formations he’d reduced to rubble trying to leave road markers for himself. Here as well as on a couple of the other continents (he assumed, he wasn’t sure and honestly wandering around a giant nondescript Pangaea would kind of explain this whole problem) he’d leveled one or two to let himself know he’d been there before as he searched for the surprisingly elusive Satan City. Because obviously the only one with a proper name on this miserable planet had to be about as well sign posted as ‘that place’ that Whis used.
And now he was running out of geography to destroy.
’I swear if I come across another identikit flat pack city or sarcastic road sign I’m gonna insert it into whoever put it there in the first place!’ His rant completed he slumped forward, panting for breath as he did. Seemed as though his murder rage had significantly shrunk in scope along with his power, which was kind of amusing to him even in the midst of it. At any other point in his long life he would have blown up any planet that annoyed him this much, waited a couple of thousand years for it to form and asteroid belt around its parent star and then come back blow that up as well.
Not a spiteful being by any stretch of the imagination then.
And to top it off he was STILL talking to himself!
Looking over his handiwork, what had once been a field of towering rock pillars but was now reduced to so much gravel the Anubian wondered whether anyone would come this far out to even realize what had happened and if so how long it would be until the space was cleared for a further identikit city. In some respects, the ready availability of training gear being a major one, he could get used to this world but quite honestly their aesthetic taste left much to be desired. Where was the soul of it all? Domes and bubbles and bubbles with protruding domes… sometimes stilted on ridiculous towers, if he never had to see any of it again after getting out of here it would be too soon. These people were damned lucky that they at least knew how to cook.
The sudden silence made him antsy, he never really liked it unless he was trying to get some shuteye and the contrast of his previous outburst made it all the worse. For want of any other sound he idly kicked a pebble off his vantage point, one of the few formations not raized to ground level and listened to its sharp clacking as it feel and slid between the desolated rubble below before finally coming to rest somewhere near its bottom.
’I’m beginning to think I have an anger management problem,’ he said aloud to no one in particular.
WC: 527
Thread PL: 18,300
50% Weights: 9,150
As anyone close enough to hear might have imagined, Sinthe was in some measure of distress. And if they hadn’t guessed that from his voice then they would have guessed it by all the nice looking natural rock formations he’d reduced to rubble trying to leave road markers for himself. Here as well as on a couple of the other continents (he assumed, he wasn’t sure and honestly wandering around a giant nondescript Pangaea would kind of explain this whole problem) he’d leveled one or two to let himself know he’d been there before as he searched for the surprisingly elusive Satan City. Because obviously the only one with a proper name on this miserable planet had to be about as well sign posted as ‘that place’ that Whis used.
And now he was running out of geography to destroy.
’I swear if I come across another identikit flat pack city or sarcastic road sign I’m gonna insert it into whoever put it there in the first place!’ His rant completed he slumped forward, panting for breath as he did. Seemed as though his murder rage had significantly shrunk in scope along with his power, which was kind of amusing to him even in the midst of it. At any other point in his long life he would have blown up any planet that annoyed him this much, waited a couple of thousand years for it to form and asteroid belt around its parent star and then come back blow that up as well.
Not a spiteful being by any stretch of the imagination then.
And to top it off he was STILL talking to himself!
Looking over his handiwork, what had once been a field of towering rock pillars but was now reduced to so much gravel the Anubian wondered whether anyone would come this far out to even realize what had happened and if so how long it would be until the space was cleared for a further identikit city. In some respects, the ready availability of training gear being a major one, he could get used to this world but quite honestly their aesthetic taste left much to be desired. Where was the soul of it all? Domes and bubbles and bubbles with protruding domes… sometimes stilted on ridiculous towers, if he never had to see any of it again after getting out of here it would be too soon. These people were damned lucky that they at least knew how to cook.
The sudden silence made him antsy, he never really liked it unless he was trying to get some shuteye and the contrast of his previous outburst made it all the worse. For want of any other sound he idly kicked a pebble off his vantage point, one of the few formations not raized to ground level and listened to its sharp clacking as it feel and slid between the desolated rubble below before finally coming to rest somewhere near its bottom.
’I’m beginning to think I have an anger management problem,’ he said aloud to no one in particular.
WC: 527
Thread PL: 18,300
50% Weights: 9,150