Post by Cooler on Sept 28, 2010 11:11:22 GMT -5
The cold dark of this night was complete, just as piccolo liked it. A heavy downpour also covered the darkened city, setting it up perfectly for the King of Evil to make a move.
Piccolo sat on a grassy mound on a cliff facing the doomed city, the Namekian sat with a smile across his face. The wetness permiated his nostrils as he breathed in, preparing for what was to come.
The namkeian was dressed in a black buisness suite, his neck was covered by a black scarf which flowed behind him in the rain, and wind. He then reached into his bag, grabbing a black gas mask with purple eye lenses. The hose hooked back up to his pack which he threw onto his back. The pocket held pure oxygen, while directly beneath it were many chemical weapons. The appearance was complete, he would appear as a tall human. The new image he wanted to present to the world.
Piccolo lifted himself into the air, the lenses giving him a technical readout of the outlaying area. He was now cut off from his sense of smell, but the HUD made up for it.
The namekian silently flitted through the air closer to the city, he yearned to take off the mask so he could light up a smoke. Yet Piccolo knew that would only get soaked, and ruin it in this weather. The aforementioned rain beat down upon his like thousands of plump wasps ramming themselves into his body. Piccolo shrugged this feeling off as he now landed on the ground behind a tree.
The namekian scanned the city, his thermal revealed that few were outside during this time, most were inside their houses, which was perfect for what the fiend had in mind.
‘Time to have a little fun’ Piccolo thought as he advanced closer.
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Piccolo sat on a grassy mound on a cliff facing the doomed city, the Namekian sat with a smile across his face. The wetness permiated his nostrils as he breathed in, preparing for what was to come.
The namkeian was dressed in a black buisness suite, his neck was covered by a black scarf which flowed behind him in the rain, and wind. He then reached into his bag, grabbing a black gas mask with purple eye lenses. The hose hooked back up to his pack which he threw onto his back. The pocket held pure oxygen, while directly beneath it were many chemical weapons. The appearance was complete, he would appear as a tall human. The new image he wanted to present to the world.
Piccolo lifted himself into the air, the lenses giving him a technical readout of the outlaying area. He was now cut off from his sense of smell, but the HUD made up for it.
The namekian silently flitted through the air closer to the city, he yearned to take off the mask so he could light up a smoke. Yet Piccolo knew that would only get soaked, and ruin it in this weather. The aforementioned rain beat down upon his like thousands of plump wasps ramming themselves into his body. Piccolo shrugged this feeling off as he now landed on the ground behind a tree.
The namekian scanned the city, his thermal revealed that few were outside during this time, most were inside their houses, which was perfect for what the fiend had in mind.
‘Time to have a little fun’ Piccolo thought as he advanced closer.
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