06-07-2007, 01:14 AM
OOC: Before the F2F. I?m working on a post for after right now.
Aimless wandering. The favorite pastime of someone without a purpose. Cargo was now waist deep in it. The scrumptious apple had inspired him to gather more fruit from the surrounding area. The Namekian could only slyly smile at his survival knapsack full of apples, pears, oranges, and peaches.
?Sweet.? he articulated as he took out the juiciest pear he could find and devoured half of it with one mammoth-sized bite. But, now, with no one to take on in mortal combat, Cargo was left to wander the, now foggy, forested island alone.
Cargo meandered slowly back into the cemetery, walking among the countless headstones of the previous Dante?s Abyss participants who had been brutally murdered throughout the countless years of DA?s existence. After the last blow this year, the gravedigger would once again be a busy man. 44 more stones would be added to this somber site, adding to the eeriness of ?I7?. It was a great place to mull over the game.
?The Abyss . . .? the teenager reflected. ?People watch other people die for entertainment and I am only creating more death. I never used to be this way. Someone who would kill for sport.? The minute mist thickened around the child, isolating him from the outside world.
?But . . .? All of a sudden, the dense haze absorbed a tinge of red as the sun tried its best to shine through. ?the blood. These people are all trying to kill me. Each one of them is blocking my way towards success . . . and killing them feels good. Seeing their blood spill from their body gets my own blood pumping like drugs or sex never could.?
Cargo glanced down at his hand as he clenched his fist. Thoughts of his previous murders overwhelmed every other rational thought. Killing consumed him now. Tactful, calculated slaughter.
?So this is who I am . . . Cool.? the adolescent uttered. Similar to the Red Sea, the fog parted for Cargo, exposing a single path for the kid to take. He didn't waste much time walking forward into the jungle.
Aimless wandering. The favorite pastime of someone without a purpose. Cargo was now waist deep in it. The scrumptious apple had inspired him to gather more fruit from the surrounding area. The Namekian could only slyly smile at his survival knapsack full of apples, pears, oranges, and peaches.
?Sweet.? he articulated as he took out the juiciest pear he could find and devoured half of it with one mammoth-sized bite. But, now, with no one to take on in mortal combat, Cargo was left to wander the, now foggy, forested island alone.
Cargo meandered slowly back into the cemetery, walking among the countless headstones of the previous Dante?s Abyss participants who had been brutally murdered throughout the countless years of DA?s existence. After the last blow this year, the gravedigger would once again be a busy man. 44 more stones would be added to this somber site, adding to the eeriness of ?I7?. It was a great place to mull over the game.
?The Abyss . . .? the teenager reflected. ?People watch other people die for entertainment and I am only creating more death. I never used to be this way. Someone who would kill for sport.? The minute mist thickened around the child, isolating him from the outside world.
?But . . .? All of a sudden, the dense haze absorbed a tinge of red as the sun tried its best to shine through. ?the blood. These people are all trying to kill me. Each one of them is blocking my way towards success . . . and killing them feels good. Seeing their blood spill from their body gets my own blood pumping like drugs or sex never could.?
Cargo glanced down at his hand as he clenched his fist. Thoughts of his previous murders overwhelmed every other rational thought. Killing consumed him now. Tactful, calculated slaughter.
?So this is who I am . . . Cool.? the adolescent uttered. Similar to the Red Sea, the fog parted for Cargo, exposing a single path for the kid to take. He didn't waste much time walking forward into the jungle.
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