Post by Cooler on Oct 14, 2010 1:53:32 GMT -5
The pandemonium that filled the factory also filled Piccolo’s evil heart with joy. He kicked back, and watched the cameras as people freaked out. One of the monitors revealed three of the employees banding together, and attempting to break down a door. “I wouldn’t try to break out, unless you enjoy dying” the Namekian stated nonchalantly. The employees then fled into separate directions, tears streaming down their faces. Confident that his job was done, Piccolo then exited the control room with a grin on his covered face. He slowly made his way towards one of the perimeter walls, and blasted it open with a focus kick. The cement wall blasted apart, and Piccolo slowly stepped out of the wreckage. He simply stepped down an invisible set of stairs thanks to his ability of flight. The first house was now engulfed in flames, and two fire engines were outside of the house, attempting to hose it down. Piccolo shot a power blast at the vehicles to add some wonderful chaos to the already chaotic situation. Not even checking to see if his attack hit, he turned his back and walked towards the edge of town. Screams now permeated the air, and joy filled the Namekian’s dark heart.
Piccolo left the city in shambles, sneaking back into the dark of night away from civilization. Nobody would know who had scared the city into submission, until later. The time wasn’t quite right to announce his presence, but it would be soon. Until then Piccolo felt content to stay in the shadows, biding his time for the right opportunity to take his terror to the world.
Piccolo floated above a hill looking at the beautiful chaos of the city allowing the wind to whip at his suite attempting to tear it in it’s violent throws. It had been a good night.
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Piccolo left the city in shambles, sneaking back into the dark of night away from civilization. Nobody would know who had scared the city into submission, until later. The time wasn’t quite right to announce his presence, but it would be soon. Until then Piccolo felt content to stay in the shadows, biding his time for the right opportunity to take his terror to the world.
Piccolo floated above a hill looking at the beautiful chaos of the city allowing the wind to whip at his suite attempting to tear it in it’s violent throws. It had been a good night.
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