05-18-2007, 02:41 AM
The large alien was munching on the handle of his 23rd glass, expressing great joy in the taste of the beer mug. Meanwhile, the bartender was looking through his cabinets, searching for any remaining glasses. He found that their were only half a dozen left, uneaten. He sighed as he looked up, and stared strait into the eyes of the unstoppable eating machine. The bartender shot back in surprise, as the pink monster smiled with shards of broken glass in-between his teeth.
?Dodoria want another!? the overweight creature cried aloud as several disturbed onlookers watched in disgust. The bartender smacked his head, wondering why he took a job serving a bunch of mindless fighters. He then remembered that he was getting paid in cash. A lot of cash. He smiled to himself before he slowly drifted back to reality, and looked into the disgusting face of Dodoria. ?What taking so long??
?I?m sorry sir,? the bartender began, ?but I can?t keep giving you anymore beer mugs. We are almost out of glasses, and I need them incase somebody else wants a drink.? Dodoria was not pleased with this answer. He stood up from his seat and looked at the bartender with a deranged look in his eye.
?Dodoria no like answer. And Dodoria still hungry...? the insane beast began to say, grabbing the bartender by the collar. ?You do fine.? The bartender wanted to cry for help, but figured that any sudden movement would upset the angry giant even more. He tried picturing himself in a happy place, and thought of how much money he was making. He closed his eyes and awaited his impending doom with a happy thought.
Luckily, a man dressed as an average butler appeared and patted Dodoria on the shoulder. ?Excuse me, sir, but are you Mr. Dodoria?? the polite servant asked. The pink cannibal put down the bartender, still immobilized by the thought of the incredible sums of money he would have after the tournament was over. The hulking pink numbskull looked at the correctly postured man and stared at him with a blank look. ?I have been asked to invite you to the barracks, for you have been accepted into Dante?s Abyss. Please follow me. This way.? Without thinking, Dodoria obediently obeyed the commands asked by the butler-like man.
After trailing behind the man into an elevator, the gentleman pressed a button, and they were off. Dodoria looked around and wondered why he was even there. ?Yo, ?Suits?, what is Dante?s Abyss thingie?? The man looked at the lovable pink creature with a hint of disbelief. He then looked up at the ceiling, wondering how to answer that question.
?Well, it could be put as an extreme version of ?Survivor?. There are 44 contestants on an island, each with a bag filled with supplies, a map, and a weapon. Everyone is against everyone in a no holds battle royal until only one person is left alive. You catch all of that?? The gentleman looked over to the large pink man to see if he understood. When the man saw him, Dodoria was laying down on the elevator, fast asleep. The sleeping monster had his thumb in it?s mouth, gnawing on it with satisfaction.
At that moment, the elevator stopped with a high-pitched ?Bring!? Dodoria shot up and yelled, ?Dodoria awake!? As he rose to his feet, the polite servant motioned him into the barracks, where the noticeable pink lummox looked out and saw several others who were talking or looking around.
The gentleman began walking toward the beds, and the pink alien followed obediently. The man stopped at a bed entitled, ?No. 15" the man also pointed out the large bag underneath the bed. ?This will be where you stay until the game begins, Mr. Dodoria. And as for the game?s rules, I?ll have someone bring you a copy. You can read, right??
Dodoria put both of his fists onto his sides and stuck his face up in the air. He gave a quick smirk before answering, ?Dodoria read well, but speaks the goodest.? The butler-like man took that as a ?yes? and motioned for the ignorant warrior to help himself to the bed. After the man walked away, the still hungry fighter grabbed the pillow and took a big bite from its side. ?Tastes just like human!?
ooc: Anyone is open to interact with Dodoria, if you would like.
?Dodoria want another!? the overweight creature cried aloud as several disturbed onlookers watched in disgust. The bartender smacked his head, wondering why he took a job serving a bunch of mindless fighters. He then remembered that he was getting paid in cash. A lot of cash. He smiled to himself before he slowly drifted back to reality, and looked into the disgusting face of Dodoria. ?What taking so long??
?I?m sorry sir,? the bartender began, ?but I can?t keep giving you anymore beer mugs. We are almost out of glasses, and I need them incase somebody else wants a drink.? Dodoria was not pleased with this answer. He stood up from his seat and looked at the bartender with a deranged look in his eye.
?Dodoria no like answer. And Dodoria still hungry...? the insane beast began to say, grabbing the bartender by the collar. ?You do fine.? The bartender wanted to cry for help, but figured that any sudden movement would upset the angry giant even more. He tried picturing himself in a happy place, and thought of how much money he was making. He closed his eyes and awaited his impending doom with a happy thought.
Luckily, a man dressed as an average butler appeared and patted Dodoria on the shoulder. ?Excuse me, sir, but are you Mr. Dodoria?? the polite servant asked. The pink cannibal put down the bartender, still immobilized by the thought of the incredible sums of money he would have after the tournament was over. The hulking pink numbskull looked at the correctly postured man and stared at him with a blank look. ?I have been asked to invite you to the barracks, for you have been accepted into Dante?s Abyss. Please follow me. This way.? Without thinking, Dodoria obediently obeyed the commands asked by the butler-like man.
After trailing behind the man into an elevator, the gentleman pressed a button, and they were off. Dodoria looked around and wondered why he was even there. ?Yo, ?Suits?, what is Dante?s Abyss thingie?? The man looked at the lovable pink creature with a hint of disbelief. He then looked up at the ceiling, wondering how to answer that question.
?Well, it could be put as an extreme version of ?Survivor?. There are 44 contestants on an island, each with a bag filled with supplies, a map, and a weapon. Everyone is against everyone in a no holds battle royal until only one person is left alive. You catch all of that?? The gentleman looked over to the large pink man to see if he understood. When the man saw him, Dodoria was laying down on the elevator, fast asleep. The sleeping monster had his thumb in it?s mouth, gnawing on it with satisfaction.
At that moment, the elevator stopped with a high-pitched ?Bring!? Dodoria shot up and yelled, ?Dodoria awake!? As he rose to his feet, the polite servant motioned him into the barracks, where the noticeable pink lummox looked out and saw several others who were talking or looking around.
The gentleman began walking toward the beds, and the pink alien followed obediently. The man stopped at a bed entitled, ?No. 15" the man also pointed out the large bag underneath the bed. ?This will be where you stay until the game begins, Mr. Dodoria. And as for the game?s rules, I?ll have someone bring you a copy. You can read, right??
Dodoria put both of his fists onto his sides and stuck his face up in the air. He gave a quick smirk before answering, ?Dodoria read well, but speaks the goodest.? The butler-like man took that as a ?yes? and motioned for the ignorant warrior to help himself to the bed. After the man walked away, the still hungry fighter grabbed the pillow and took a big bite from its side. ?Tastes just like human!?
ooc: Anyone is open to interact with Dodoria, if you would like.


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