Post by Dabura on Dec 2, 2008 11:00:27 GMT -5
Dabura wake up in the morning, and drinks the coffee he had preset last night to brew this morning. He grooms himself, and gets dressed. Then, he walks down the street to work. He is employed at one of the local farms where he had settled.
Damn this! He thinks to himself. Another mundane day in this disgustingly green planet. Working at a farm, contributing to the filth. Oh how I wish this planet to rise in smoke and flames. How I wish the sky to be raining with corpses. I need the money I earn here. Unfortunately I’m not yet strong enough to be able to take whatever money, or anything, I need. There are those who would stop me should I try. Well, I guess there is an upside. Working here for them will make it that much easier to betray everyone. Later on though, right now no one believes that I am here to help them. As well they shouldn’t! After all, I am the only red-skinned blue-collar worker in a green-skinned world. One month and then all of my training will be raised to the utmost intensity! Heheheh
Arriving at work, Dabura clocks in, heads to the locker room and puts his special made work gloves. None of the gloves the farmer had would fit him. Gloves securely fastened he turns around to see a short Namekian standing in front of him, generously dealing out the look of death.
“Is there something I can assist you with...” [Gulp] “…brother?” Dabura asks, straining very hard to say that last word.
“We don’t know what you’re up to. But we know you’re up to no good!” Mallon yells at him. Other of Mallon’s fellow Namekians were huddled near him in support, while some hung back so as to just observe.
“But I want nothing more than to see all of your, our crops flourish.” Dabura insists.
“I know you have second, hidden agenda! You will not fool any of us. And never so much as speak to my children ever! Not even a hello. You got it?” persisted Mallon.
Dabura’s eyes glow red as he pretends to charge his eye beam. All of the workers drew back in fear. “Now hear me.” Bellows Dabura. “You will NEVER order me again. I just want to work my nine to five, collect my pay check and go on with life. Just. Like. You.” Dabura’s eyes return to their snake like yellow as he turns away and heads outside to begin work.
Harvesting, pruning, planting, watering, tending, helping living plants survive and flourish. He would rather smash, destroy, and burn the planet and eradicate this species he lives amongst. This is not what he had imagined he would be doing a few years ago.
After a long day of work, Dabura headed to a local valley where he continued to complete his daily training as usual trains. “GRAAGH!” He yelled as he blasted his eye beam at a gargantuan boulder. It turned into sand and became a mound on the dirt. Then he started his run. Almost invisible to the naked eye, he ran at his top speed lap after lap until seventy five laps were completed. Immediately after his run he hit the ground. Sit up after sit up until he couldn’t count them anymore. Stopping only once his stomach started to burn, only to roll over and begin pushups. He would begin with one handed pushups, then when he would get tired he would switch hands. Then he would switch to diamond pushups. When he would get tired he would switch to Egyptian, followed by standard and lastly wide spread. Lastly, he would do tricep dips between two boulders. This completes his daily training so, very tired from the day completed he begun to head home.
One day this wretched planet will be mine. Its people will beg me for mercy. Of course I will deny them, all of them! And I will then stain this green planet red with blood. No one will escape me and I will begin my travels to Earth to destroy all of the scum that breathe there! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
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Damn this! He thinks to himself. Another mundane day in this disgustingly green planet. Working at a farm, contributing to the filth. Oh how I wish this planet to rise in smoke and flames. How I wish the sky to be raining with corpses. I need the money I earn here. Unfortunately I’m not yet strong enough to be able to take whatever money, or anything, I need. There are those who would stop me should I try. Well, I guess there is an upside. Working here for them will make it that much easier to betray everyone. Later on though, right now no one believes that I am here to help them. As well they shouldn’t! After all, I am the only red-skinned blue-collar worker in a green-skinned world. One month and then all of my training will be raised to the utmost intensity! Heheheh
Arriving at work, Dabura clocks in, heads to the locker room and puts his special made work gloves. None of the gloves the farmer had would fit him. Gloves securely fastened he turns around to see a short Namekian standing in front of him, generously dealing out the look of death.
“Is there something I can assist you with...” [Gulp] “…brother?” Dabura asks, straining very hard to say that last word.
“We don’t know what you’re up to. But we know you’re up to no good!” Mallon yells at him. Other of Mallon’s fellow Namekians were huddled near him in support, while some hung back so as to just observe.
“But I want nothing more than to see all of your, our crops flourish.” Dabura insists.
“I know you have second, hidden agenda! You will not fool any of us. And never so much as speak to my children ever! Not even a hello. You got it?” persisted Mallon.
Dabura’s eyes glow red as he pretends to charge his eye beam. All of the workers drew back in fear. “Now hear me.” Bellows Dabura. “You will NEVER order me again. I just want to work my nine to five, collect my pay check and go on with life. Just. Like. You.” Dabura’s eyes return to their snake like yellow as he turns away and heads outside to begin work.
Harvesting, pruning, planting, watering, tending, helping living plants survive and flourish. He would rather smash, destroy, and burn the planet and eradicate this species he lives amongst. This is not what he had imagined he would be doing a few years ago.
After a long day of work, Dabura headed to a local valley where he continued to complete his daily training as usual trains. “GRAAGH!” He yelled as he blasted his eye beam at a gargantuan boulder. It turned into sand and became a mound on the dirt. Then he started his run. Almost invisible to the naked eye, he ran at his top speed lap after lap until seventy five laps were completed. Immediately after his run he hit the ground. Sit up after sit up until he couldn’t count them anymore. Stopping only once his stomach started to burn, only to roll over and begin pushups. He would begin with one handed pushups, then when he would get tired he would switch hands. Then he would switch to diamond pushups. When he would get tired he would switch to Egyptian, followed by standard and lastly wide spread. Lastly, he would do tricep dips between two boulders. This completes his daily training so, very tired from the day completed he begun to head home.
One day this wretched planet will be mine. Its people will beg me for mercy. Of course I will deny them, all of them! And I will then stain this green planet red with blood. No one will escape me and I will begin my travels to Earth to destroy all of the scum that breathe there! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
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