Post by Lovelin on Nov 17, 2016 19:58:20 GMT -6
I have nothing better to do right now.
I feel like being a psycho today...
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For years, I have been floating around in space. Dead.
I have been defeated and killed, twice.
Well, I was dead the second time.
In life, my first battle and last breaths were spent laughing and screaming, respectively, straight into the very thing I believed would be the source of my victory- Galactic Nova. Alas, I was wrong. It exploded the moment I hit it, resulting in my flaming "first death", if you will. But that wasn't all. I was dead, yes, but my Soul was not. I absorbed parts of the Nova and transformed... I was more powerful, but I was still a corpse. A zombie.
Yet, I was still defeated by that insolent pink demon everyone seems to like, even though he commits cannibalism and horrifying murder daily: Kirby.
That name still echoes to me.
That time, he... he split me in half, right down the middle.
And what a grand finale... I screamed a bloodcurdling scream, for all to hear, and that pink idiot simply stood in front of me, watched me die, unfazed, not deafened by my last cry... He just stared, calm and almost happy, as I fell, once and for all, into the abyss, and my Soul to be condemned in the eternal inferno of Hell. Then there was silence, and what was left of me was violently swept into the lonely darkness of space.
Years passed, the pain festers, the rage smolders, and I am reminded each day that I blew my last chance to make my perfect little dream come true... I could be King if it weren't for Kirby!
It all began with a dream, and a wish, and a fight that I, Marx, had sparked between the Masters of the Sky- the Sun and the Moon.
~
Marx awakens in his original form, in a place he hadn't seen before.
It was dark, blank, and all that was with him there was a swirling, bright vortex. And a striped ball, of course...
But his heart was beating, he could feel it in his growing anxiety.
After all those years, he was alive.
Breathing. Living.
After so much pain, that had vanished, but not forgotten. He was in one piece again, and looked just as he did before his fateful wish.
The little jester was about to celebrate this new chance at life when the vortex suddenly takes him in.
Spreading out his colorful wings to cling to his jester hat and striped ball, he knew things were only going to get more confusing at this point.
I feel like being a psycho today...
---
For years, I have been floating around in space. Dead.
I have been defeated and killed, twice.
Well, I was dead the second time.
In life, my first battle and last breaths were spent laughing and screaming, respectively, straight into the very thing I believed would be the source of my victory- Galactic Nova. Alas, I was wrong. It exploded the moment I hit it, resulting in my flaming "first death", if you will. But that wasn't all. I was dead, yes, but my Soul was not. I absorbed parts of the Nova and transformed... I was more powerful, but I was still a corpse. A zombie.
Yet, I was still defeated by that insolent pink demon everyone seems to like, even though he commits cannibalism and horrifying murder daily: Kirby.
That name still echoes to me.
That time, he... he split me in half, right down the middle.
And what a grand finale... I screamed a bloodcurdling scream, for all to hear, and that pink idiot simply stood in front of me, watched me die, unfazed, not deafened by my last cry... He just stared, calm and almost happy, as I fell, once and for all, into the abyss, and my Soul to be condemned in the eternal inferno of Hell. Then there was silence, and what was left of me was violently swept into the lonely darkness of space.
Years passed, the pain festers, the rage smolders, and I am reminded each day that I blew my last chance to make my perfect little dream come true... I could be King if it weren't for Kirby!
It all began with a dream, and a wish, and a fight that I, Marx, had sparked between the Masters of the Sky- the Sun and the Moon.
~
Marx awakens in his original form, in a place he hadn't seen before.
It was dark, blank, and all that was with him there was a swirling, bright vortex. And a striped ball, of course...
But his heart was beating, he could feel it in his growing anxiety.
After all those years, he was alive.
Breathing. Living.
After so much pain, that had vanished, but not forgotten. He was in one piece again, and looked just as he did before his fateful wish.
The little jester was about to celebrate this new chance at life when the vortex suddenly takes him in.
Spreading out his colorful wings to cling to his jester hat and striped ball, he knew things were only going to get more confusing at this point.