Post by Nail on Aug 22, 2010 22:57:39 GMT -5
Nail was disgraced by the gods, or namely Guru and the other elders of Namek. They were displeased with his tactics in the protection of Guru, and in response to his less than moral treatment of enemies they threw him from the top of Guru's gigantic monolith of a tower. Guru stripped Nail of all his acquired powers, save that of flight, but he did not reinstate that until moments before Nail slammed down to the ground, which made the said boom in the title.
Nail had his new direction in life, but now he just need the strength to accomplish all of his devious goals in life, such as creating horrible copycat sitcoms, but that is a different story altogether. He traveled along to many of the native villages on Namek, sadly they were filled with many of the goody goody Namekians who would do no such thing as partake in dastardly deeds.
Realizing that these Namekians were not the type of folk that he wanted to deal with Nail departed to start a personal journey to discover and strengthen himself. Most of his days consisted of flying at high speeds into large boulders, and then smashing the remainders of the boulders to smaller rocks with punches at ever increasing speeds. At this point the would break the smaller rocks even smaller rocks by launching them into the air and flying his fists and feet at them with almost pinpoint accuracy, but not quite. Now before they rocks were too small to find Nail would once again throw them in the air and fly at them, not to break them even smaller but because he was a freaky dude and enjoyed the sexual thrill of large clouds of sharp and pointy rocks assaulting his almost nude body (he preferred to train in little more than baggy sweat pants, a sweat band, and a radio blaring classic music, such as System of a Down) besides the thrill of the rocks, they also hardened his body to withstand the physical attacks of the sparse Namekian bandits.
The bandits proved to be only a slight challenge, with Nail suffering only minor cuts and bruises, although he did go through many pairs of baggy training pants, but he would just go out and steal a few more pairs and be set until the Chipotle tacos set in. Nail continued this life of crime for quite a while, until he had heard word of many powerful fighters on a planet called Earth. With so many fighters of such strength there were sure to be some of a similar nefarious disposition like he was. Now all there was for him to do was train and wait, and steal things, and live a near hermitous life style. But what would the new fighters have in store for him, and how long, if ever, until the arrived at his pristine planet of Namek?
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Nail had his new direction in life, but now he just need the strength to accomplish all of his devious goals in life, such as creating horrible copycat sitcoms, but that is a different story altogether. He traveled along to many of the native villages on Namek, sadly they were filled with many of the goody goody Namekians who would do no such thing as partake in dastardly deeds.
Realizing that these Namekians were not the type of folk that he wanted to deal with Nail departed to start a personal journey to discover and strengthen himself. Most of his days consisted of flying at high speeds into large boulders, and then smashing the remainders of the boulders to smaller rocks with punches at ever increasing speeds. At this point the would break the smaller rocks even smaller rocks by launching them into the air and flying his fists and feet at them with almost pinpoint accuracy, but not quite. Now before they rocks were too small to find Nail would once again throw them in the air and fly at them, not to break them even smaller but because he was a freaky dude and enjoyed the sexual thrill of large clouds of sharp and pointy rocks assaulting his almost nude body (he preferred to train in little more than baggy sweat pants, a sweat band, and a radio blaring classic music, such as System of a Down) besides the thrill of the rocks, they also hardened his body to withstand the physical attacks of the sparse Namekian bandits.
The bandits proved to be only a slight challenge, with Nail suffering only minor cuts and bruises, although he did go through many pairs of baggy training pants, but he would just go out and steal a few more pairs and be set until the Chipotle tacos set in. Nail continued this life of crime for quite a while, until he had heard word of many powerful fighters on a planet called Earth. With so many fighters of such strength there were sure to be some of a similar nefarious disposition like he was. Now all there was for him to do was train and wait, and steal things, and live a near hermitous life style. But what would the new fighters have in store for him, and how long, if ever, until the arrived at his pristine planet of Namek?
486 words