05-13-2007, 10:14 PM
?Another.? Gokua looked at the bartender with half opened eyes as he slowly felt his sense of balance slipping away. It was what he wanted. He wanted that feeling of comfort?of thinking that everything around him was gently tumbling, whilst in reality, it was he that was distorted.
The bartender had just finished drying out a shot glass with a stained cloth that he usually kept in one of the pockets of his smock. He glanced over at the drunk alien. ?All right, just let me put this final glass away and I?ll filler up,? he replied. His voice was deep and frequently pushed out from inner grunts. He had a fatman voice, and rightfully so; he was a bit on the round side, gut protruding from his dirty smock, and an extra layer of fat jiggling under his rough, red beard.
He put the glass back with its friends and retrieved a bottle of some mysterious beverage from under his counter. DANTE WELCOME TIPPER was the brand, or so the sticker said on the front. Under that it showed how many ounces it was and also that it was 100% alcohol. Without hesitation he opened the top and grasped Gokua?s glass in his other hand, filling it. It flowed from the bottle to the glass with amazement, and Gokua couldn?t resist turning an eye to it. It was so pure?so beautiful. The purple liquid transferred to his glass with elegance only seen from exotic dancers (Not strippers, exotic dancers). It made him salivate.
?There we are,? the chubby tender said as he slid the glass back to Gokua?he still have the reflexes to snatch it out of from its trajectory?and shoved the strong liquor back under the counter. ?Hope you have fun with that shit.?
?Oh, I will.?
The bartender turned his back, but was quickly called over by another competitor. Gokua didn?t care to see who he was tending to; didn?t matter.
He gazed into the glass at his purple antidepressant as he thought about the troubles he?d wash away with this shot?Dante?s Abyss commencing, possibly fucking a broad during the competition, who?d be his first victim, would he be the first victim?even though he knew that the troubles would merely reemerge with more tenacity later. But fuck it. Facing problems up-front was for fags. Gokus wasn?t a fag.
He brought the glass up and welcomed the alcohol into his mouth. At first, it had the taste of a heavenly juice, but quickly the 100% alcohol overwhelmed the initial flavor of greatness. It tasted like shit, pure shit. Gokua?s face wrinkled from its strong aftertaste, but still he took another swig. It wasn?t like he had much else to do but drink his day away.
The room became more distorted as he looked around. His fellow drunks were beginning to mutate into pink elephants and magical unicorns, except with penises. He was at ease.
From the far corner of the room, one of the contestants turned the television on, via remote, which had been lying only inches away from Gokua a moment ago. It was FOX 45: News at 10 again. Gokua sighed. This is fucking up my day. It was Susie CarMichael, from Dante?s sign-up station once again.
?I am still here at the sign-up quarters outside of Vegeta?s capitol building, where there hasn?t been any drought of hopeful contenders yet.? Her fucking accent still agitated Gokua. ?And now, we have one of the individuals that just signed up with us now. Mister Kiro.? She gave the blue warrior her microphone and took a step to the side, allowing the camera to completely concentrate on the DA hopeful.
Gokua?s eyes instantly widened, and his sense of unbalance evaporated as his eyes locked onto the small screen. It was Kiro?his Kiro. It was the Kiro that he fought alongside in the civil war back on Pathos. It was the Kiro, whose purple cloth Gokua sported around his head. ?Kiro!? he shouted aloud as he leapt from his seat as if it had been sabotaged with a dildo. His fellow drunks looked at him apathetically and then returned to drowning their sorrow with that great golden beverage.
?Kiro . . .? he muttered as he slowly walked his way to the television in a limping step, like an undead. ?Where have you been all this time?? He dragged his feet through the littered floor, colliding with soda cans and candy wrappers as he reached the television, hands outstretched towards the screen. ?I must find you . . .?
?So, Mr. Kiro, do you anticipate a good stay in Dante?s Abyss?? Susie asked him.
?Well, I plan to make it pretty far and hopefully meet up with a childhood friend of him.? A smirk stretched from ear to ear as he said that sentence. His eyes narrowed and his cheeks rose upward, almost shrouding his eyes completely. ?He knows who he is.? He pointed a finger at the camera before him.
Gokua?s mind was poisoned from the special liquor, and he saw Kiro?s left hand, finger pointed and all, emerge from the screen, twisting around in full circles as it got closer, like a jack-in-the-box, but a hand instead of a head at the end. It enthralled Gokua, and he felt it come within a few inches of touching range. He reached back, trying to grasp his dear friend?s hand. As soon as they nearly touched, the vision disappeared.
?Boring,? a contestant said as he changed the channel on the television to a much more entertaining show?Spongbob Squarepants.
The introductory song played:
Captain: ARE YOU READY KIDS!?
Children: AYE-AYE CAPTAIN!
Captain: I CAN?T HEAR YOU!
Children: AYE-AYE CAPTAIN!
Gokua whipped his cranium around with incredible force, glaring at the poor soul who ignorantly changed the channel. His eyes were full of hatred, and a steady grunt of humming erupted form within. His blood boiled. Gokua wanted to lunge forward and completely lacerate the man?s throat?from ear to ear?for changing the damn channel.
Captain: WHO LIVES IN A PINNAPLE UNDER THE SEA!?
Children: SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!
Gokua listened to his instincts, and went after the man?s throat. The shitty introduction song to Spongebob Squareplants blasted in the background as he pushed the man to the ground and grabbed the only weapon available?a dirty butter knife with residue of strawberry shortcake still present. He grasped it tightly and slammed it into the guy?s juggler. Blood spewed from the fresh wound, spraying Gokua with crimson fluid as he pulled the knife across his neck, ripping through his throat, and all the way to his other ear. Blood continued to flow like a rising tide, drowning the man?s and Gokua?s attire in blood.
The Pathosian was a crazed drunk, incapable of tolerating any bullshit. That was a perfect example.
The bartender had just finished drying out a shot glass with a stained cloth that he usually kept in one of the pockets of his smock. He glanced over at the drunk alien. ?All right, just let me put this final glass away and I?ll filler up,? he replied. His voice was deep and frequently pushed out from inner grunts. He had a fatman voice, and rightfully so; he was a bit on the round side, gut protruding from his dirty smock, and an extra layer of fat jiggling under his rough, red beard.
He put the glass back with its friends and retrieved a bottle of some mysterious beverage from under his counter. DANTE WELCOME TIPPER was the brand, or so the sticker said on the front. Under that it showed how many ounces it was and also that it was 100% alcohol. Without hesitation he opened the top and grasped Gokua?s glass in his other hand, filling it. It flowed from the bottle to the glass with amazement, and Gokua couldn?t resist turning an eye to it. It was so pure?so beautiful. The purple liquid transferred to his glass with elegance only seen from exotic dancers (Not strippers, exotic dancers). It made him salivate.
?There we are,? the chubby tender said as he slid the glass back to Gokua?he still have the reflexes to snatch it out of from its trajectory?and shoved the strong liquor back under the counter. ?Hope you have fun with that shit.?
?Oh, I will.?
The bartender turned his back, but was quickly called over by another competitor. Gokua didn?t care to see who he was tending to; didn?t matter.
He gazed into the glass at his purple antidepressant as he thought about the troubles he?d wash away with this shot?Dante?s Abyss commencing, possibly fucking a broad during the competition, who?d be his first victim, would he be the first victim?even though he knew that the troubles would merely reemerge with more tenacity later. But fuck it. Facing problems up-front was for fags. Gokus wasn?t a fag.
He brought the glass up and welcomed the alcohol into his mouth. At first, it had the taste of a heavenly juice, but quickly the 100% alcohol overwhelmed the initial flavor of greatness. It tasted like shit, pure shit. Gokua?s face wrinkled from its strong aftertaste, but still he took another swig. It wasn?t like he had much else to do but drink his day away.
The room became more distorted as he looked around. His fellow drunks were beginning to mutate into pink elephants and magical unicorns, except with penises. He was at ease.
From the far corner of the room, one of the contestants turned the television on, via remote, which had been lying only inches away from Gokua a moment ago. It was FOX 45: News at 10 again. Gokua sighed. This is fucking up my day. It was Susie CarMichael, from Dante?s sign-up station once again.
?I am still here at the sign-up quarters outside of Vegeta?s capitol building, where there hasn?t been any drought of hopeful contenders yet.? Her fucking accent still agitated Gokua. ?And now, we have one of the individuals that just signed up with us now. Mister Kiro.? She gave the blue warrior her microphone and took a step to the side, allowing the camera to completely concentrate on the DA hopeful.
Gokua?s eyes instantly widened, and his sense of unbalance evaporated as his eyes locked onto the small screen. It was Kiro?his Kiro. It was the Kiro that he fought alongside in the civil war back on Pathos. It was the Kiro, whose purple cloth Gokua sported around his head. ?Kiro!? he shouted aloud as he leapt from his seat as if it had been sabotaged with a dildo. His fellow drunks looked at him apathetically and then returned to drowning their sorrow with that great golden beverage.
?Kiro . . .? he muttered as he slowly walked his way to the television in a limping step, like an undead. ?Where have you been all this time?? He dragged his feet through the littered floor, colliding with soda cans and candy wrappers as he reached the television, hands outstretched towards the screen. ?I must find you . . .?
?So, Mr. Kiro, do you anticipate a good stay in Dante?s Abyss?? Susie asked him.
?Well, I plan to make it pretty far and hopefully meet up with a childhood friend of him.? A smirk stretched from ear to ear as he said that sentence. His eyes narrowed and his cheeks rose upward, almost shrouding his eyes completely. ?He knows who he is.? He pointed a finger at the camera before him.
Gokua?s mind was poisoned from the special liquor, and he saw Kiro?s left hand, finger pointed and all, emerge from the screen, twisting around in full circles as it got closer, like a jack-in-the-box, but a hand instead of a head at the end. It enthralled Gokua, and he felt it come within a few inches of touching range. He reached back, trying to grasp his dear friend?s hand. As soon as they nearly touched, the vision disappeared.
?Boring,? a contestant said as he changed the channel on the television to a much more entertaining show?Spongbob Squarepants.
The introductory song played:
Captain: ARE YOU READY KIDS!?
Children: AYE-AYE CAPTAIN!
Captain: I CAN?T HEAR YOU!
Children: AYE-AYE CAPTAIN!
Gokua whipped his cranium around with incredible force, glaring at the poor soul who ignorantly changed the channel. His eyes were full of hatred, and a steady grunt of humming erupted form within. His blood boiled. Gokua wanted to lunge forward and completely lacerate the man?s throat?from ear to ear?for changing the damn channel.
Captain: WHO LIVES IN A PINNAPLE UNDER THE SEA!?
Children: SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!
Gokua listened to his instincts, and went after the man?s throat. The shitty introduction song to Spongebob Squareplants blasted in the background as he pushed the man to the ground and grabbed the only weapon available?a dirty butter knife with residue of strawberry shortcake still present. He grasped it tightly and slammed it into the guy?s juggler. Blood spewed from the fresh wound, spraying Gokua with crimson fluid as he pulled the knife across his neck, ripping through his throat, and all the way to his other ear. Blood continued to flow like a rising tide, drowning the man?s and Gokua?s attire in blood.
The Pathosian was a crazed drunk, incapable of tolerating any bullshit. That was a perfect example.
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Placed 3rd in Dante's Abyss 08