05-30-2007, 03:38 AM
Cargo tracked bloody footprints out of the school as he left a dry Pikkon behind, rotting in the teacher?s lounge. His Super Soaker had now been filled with a special type of ammo. The thick syrupy liquid sloshed around the storage tank with each step the Namekian took. Now, Cargo could carry his kill with him, wherever he went.
?The expression ?Blood is thicker than water? is most definitely true, at least in a literal sense.? he murmured to himself. However, clever witticisms would only pass the time for so long. Silence filled the air. The emerald-skinned warrior traveled warily down the path, keeping a wary eye out for anyone who could endanger his existence. The sun As the time passed the extreme anger that the teenage harbored towards the competition to fade.
Why?
This was the question that occupied all of Cargo?s thoughts. He had already determined that emotions like compassion and kindness were totally useless for a warrior but what effect did bearing ill will towards someone have to do with your fighting abilities. Why did it seem so attractive to him? Why had the child?s vision been clouded by it? Why do emotions exist? They only seem to hinder one from unlocking his true potential. Slowly, the hatred seeped out of every pore of the Namekian?s body, leaving him to haunt another.
What?
What was Cargo left with now? The game had taken everything from him. His only friend, his joy, his compassion. What else could it take from him?
?What is going on?? he cried. The world around him seemed different somehow. The vivid colors of the leaves around him suddenly seemed dull and faded. The grays of the boulders that he passed through his journey seemed colorless. Cargo was lost in a universe void of emotion.
The Namekian child abruptly stopped as he spotted a small flower patch directly in front of him. The blooming plants stood like a wall, blocking his path. Cargo?s eyes then focused on a single bee, buzzing from flower to flower. The process of plant procreation was taking place and new lives were being created. It was a beautiful thing.
?Shit. This is boring.?
Cargo continued down the path, not caring that he destroyed the majority of the flowers in the process. The teenager had evolved. He had rid himself of feelings. He had become a callous fighter who was ready to do whatever was necessary to accomplish the goal set out for him. Metal Koola would no longer hold Cargo back. In fact, MK no longer concerned him. He had become a machine.
A fuckin? fighting machine ready for battle.
?The expression ?Blood is thicker than water? is most definitely true, at least in a literal sense.? he murmured to himself. However, clever witticisms would only pass the time for so long. Silence filled the air. The emerald-skinned warrior traveled warily down the path, keeping a wary eye out for anyone who could endanger his existence. The sun As the time passed the extreme anger that the teenage harbored towards the competition to fade.
Why?
This was the question that occupied all of Cargo?s thoughts. He had already determined that emotions like compassion and kindness were totally useless for a warrior but what effect did bearing ill will towards someone have to do with your fighting abilities. Why did it seem so attractive to him? Why had the child?s vision been clouded by it? Why do emotions exist? They only seem to hinder one from unlocking his true potential. Slowly, the hatred seeped out of every pore of the Namekian?s body, leaving him to haunt another.
What?
What was Cargo left with now? The game had taken everything from him. His only friend, his joy, his compassion. What else could it take from him?
?What is going on?? he cried. The world around him seemed different somehow. The vivid colors of the leaves around him suddenly seemed dull and faded. The grays of the boulders that he passed through his journey seemed colorless. Cargo was lost in a universe void of emotion.
The Namekian child abruptly stopped as he spotted a small flower patch directly in front of him. The blooming plants stood like a wall, blocking his path. Cargo?s eyes then focused on a single bee, buzzing from flower to flower. The process of plant procreation was taking place and new lives were being created. It was a beautiful thing.
?Shit. This is boring.?
Cargo continued down the path, not caring that he destroyed the majority of the flowers in the process. The teenager had evolved. He had rid himself of feelings. He had become a callous fighter who was ready to do whatever was necessary to accomplish the goal set out for him. Metal Koola would no longer hold Cargo back. In fact, MK no longer concerned him. He had become a machine.
A fuckin? fighting machine ready for battle.
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