Post by perpetuallytired on Jan 15, 2011 23:57:49 GMT -5
Kikko Man had spent the entire night igniting babies. We all have our vices, and his involved pouring some of his specially prepared soy sauce onto small children he found crawling through the rubble and then setting them on fire with a miniature flamethrower he lifted from the corpse of a dead soldier, Resident Evil-style.
He's not choosy about which children he sets on fire. Little ones, big ones. Ugly ones, cute ones. But despite his open mind on matters of infanticide, he'd spent the one thing hesitate to complete the journey. He had yet to dig in.
Which is why he's now on top of the Movie Gallery Headquarters, sitting at the head of a vast banquet table (it was a bitch to get it into the elevator.) He chose this spot because of its magnificent view. From here he can all the carnage brought to this odd city; the vibrant characters, good and bad, fighting tooth and nail on the streets below and the skies above. And what a night to choose for his feast. orange firelight warms the usually ashen cloud clouds, and tonight the breeze is surprisingly mild. Voices reach his ears, all these stories up--ridiculous war cries and taunts. Sounds of mayhem. All the chaos make him...so hungry.
He's set three courses for himself. Start with a finger plate, move onto a bowl filled with legs. And the final course, at the very center of the plate: a head slathered in the yummiest soy sauce in town. Mmmm. He can hardly wait any larger.
Suddenly, without warning, a voice booms from behind him.
"This ends now. This is...unspeakable. Even for your kind"
Kikko Man startles, but is paralyzed his fear. He's pretty sure he's heard that odd, vaguely French voice before. And of course Ra-Man told him some stories. The dragon.
kikko Man can only say: 'Ra-Man told me you'd moved out."
The dragon's voice behind him chuckles.
"He heard wrong."
Before the dragon's talons sink into his suit, and then the tensed muscles in his back, Kikko Man thinks the same thing, over and over again.
"I'm an idiot."
He's not choosy about which children he sets on fire. Little ones, big ones. Ugly ones, cute ones. But despite his open mind on matters of infanticide, he'd spent the one thing hesitate to complete the journey. He had yet to dig in.
Which is why he's now on top of the Movie Gallery Headquarters, sitting at the head of a vast banquet table (it was a bitch to get it into the elevator.) He chose this spot because of its magnificent view. From here he can all the carnage brought to this odd city; the vibrant characters, good and bad, fighting tooth and nail on the streets below and the skies above. And what a night to choose for his feast. orange firelight warms the usually ashen cloud clouds, and tonight the breeze is surprisingly mild. Voices reach his ears, all these stories up--ridiculous war cries and taunts. Sounds of mayhem. All the chaos make him...so hungry.
He's set three courses for himself. Start with a finger plate, move onto a bowl filled with legs. And the final course, at the very center of the plate: a head slathered in the yummiest soy sauce in town. Mmmm. He can hardly wait any larger.
Suddenly, without warning, a voice booms from behind him.
"This ends now. This is...unspeakable. Even for your kind"
Kikko Man startles, but is paralyzed his fear. He's pretty sure he's heard that odd, vaguely French voice before. And of course Ra-Man told him some stories. The dragon.
kikko Man can only say: 'Ra-Man told me you'd moved out."
The dragon's voice behind him chuckles.
"He heard wrong."
Before the dragon's talons sink into his suit, and then the tensed muscles in his back, Kikko Man thinks the same thing, over and over again.
"I'm an idiot."
