04-22-2018, 03:51 PM
The Quarterback of Chaos was in a mood that on it's own could curdle milk, or make any bandits that the Quarterback of Chaos was about to encounter decide they wanted to run in the opposite direction as fast as their legs could carry them. Ransom4u was the last of a long line of annoyances that had caused Warren Zimmer to finally snap. Ignoring the scorching rays of the sun as they beat down on his sore, and tired body, Warren marched himself towards his destination. Today he was going to go see Gilgamesh, and get permission to build his home. Once he had permission, and had the place built and operational - Warren doubted that anyone would intrude in it. They'd have to go through Nippur first, and even for all the ice based murdering skills Dark Hecate had, Warren seriously was not convinced she was that crazy. Sure his plan involved using people more than he'd like to admit, but hey, it was a plan that he had.
Unfortunately, life tends to throw you curve balls. Especially if you are the punching bag of the universe, like Warren seemed to be. In this case said curve ball was not just one curveball, but a dozen. A dozen thugs.
"Tell me, boys. What do we do to tresspassers in these parts?" asked the boss of the thugs.
"Why we make them pay the toll, or beat them and leave them for dead of course."
If the thugs had any wisdom in their heads, they would not have said that. For Warren's bad mood had just gone nuclear the moment those words were realized by him. There were going to be no survivors of this particular batch of thugs - actually.... he could keep them alive. They might prove useful with a few alterations, and improvements to their personalities.
"I'm not paying a toll," growled Warren as he assumed his combat stance.
"Get him boys!" ordered the boss.
As one of the thugs made the mistake of charging at him head on, Warren simply held out his arm. Purple electricity crackled down said arm and formed the familiar form of a Calvary Sword. It was time to test out the MWCA that he had invented for himself. A series of slashes later and the thug was now in his underwear, but was not bleeding.
"Anyone else care to try that?" groaned the Quarterback of Chaos who really did not have any time for this today.
The Multi Weapon Construct Apparatus was deactivated by Warren Zimmer.
"Whatcha gonna do now, freak?" spat the boss, at him. Said spit was the worst possible thing the boss could have done, and also the last possible mistake the boss would make in his very short remaining existence. For you see, someone could only be pushed so far until they absolutely snapped on an individual. Unfortunately for the boss of the band of thugs that Warren had encountered? He'd reached that point long before this, but this was what sent him over the edge. No ceremony was done, but Warren began to create the Yandere Hater 9000.
As he did so, one of the thugs jumped at him, but Warren sidestepped, causing the idiot to careen headfirst into the sand.
Rifle in hand now, Warren simply pulled the trigger. A foot long beam of purple energy lanced out at high speeds from the barrel aimed at the head of the secondary. When there was a stump where the head had used to be, Warren lookes at the individuals. "I'm going to give you a choice. You can either choose to serve me for the rest of your lives, or you can get what he got. You have 5 seconds to decide, since I'm in a more generous mood." Luna may say what she may, but Warren needed to blow off some steam just then.
"We submit.... just please. Don't blast us," begged the thugs.
"I'm glad you saw reason," smirked Warren. Now he had 11 men that he could use to begin to form his army here in the Omniverse. Sure it was not as powerful or as disciplined of a group of thugs as he would have liked, but Warren could work with them. In time the numgers of people under his banner would grow enough to where he could challenge the Empire. It was his hope anyway. In order to do so he was certainly going to need more than just these. Each of the men were going to need upgrades though. "Now your first assignment. You're now my tour guide of this particular verse. I want to know more about it."
As soon as he had demanded the information, one of them began to explain the Endless Dunes to him. Each location was described in great detail by the thugs. After all, they had no intention of dying. If not dying meant they obeyed the Prime who had just killed their boss with a rifle then that is what they would do. It seemed like a rather cushy opportunity - and certainly beat stealing.
Unfortunately, life tends to throw you curve balls. Especially if you are the punching bag of the universe, like Warren seemed to be. In this case said curve ball was not just one curveball, but a dozen. A dozen thugs.
"Tell me, boys. What do we do to tresspassers in these parts?" asked the boss of the thugs.
"Why we make them pay the toll, or beat them and leave them for dead of course."
If the thugs had any wisdom in their heads, they would not have said that. For Warren's bad mood had just gone nuclear the moment those words were realized by him. There were going to be no survivors of this particular batch of thugs - actually.... he could keep them alive. They might prove useful with a few alterations, and improvements to their personalities.
"I'm not paying a toll," growled Warren as he assumed his combat stance.
"Get him boys!" ordered the boss.
As one of the thugs made the mistake of charging at him head on, Warren simply held out his arm. Purple electricity crackled down said arm and formed the familiar form of a Calvary Sword. It was time to test out the MWCA that he had invented for himself. A series of slashes later and the thug was now in his underwear, but was not bleeding.
"Anyone else care to try that?" groaned the Quarterback of Chaos who really did not have any time for this today.
The Multi Weapon Construct Apparatus was deactivated by Warren Zimmer.
"Whatcha gonna do now, freak?" spat the boss, at him. Said spit was the worst possible thing the boss could have done, and also the last possible mistake the boss would make in his very short remaining existence. For you see, someone could only be pushed so far until they absolutely snapped on an individual. Unfortunately for the boss of the band of thugs that Warren had encountered? He'd reached that point long before this, but this was what sent him over the edge. No ceremony was done, but Warren began to create the Yandere Hater 9000.
As he did so, one of the thugs jumped at him, but Warren sidestepped, causing the idiot to careen headfirst into the sand.
Rifle in hand now, Warren simply pulled the trigger. A foot long beam of purple energy lanced out at high speeds from the barrel aimed at the head of the secondary. When there was a stump where the head had used to be, Warren lookes at the individuals. "I'm going to give you a choice. You can either choose to serve me for the rest of your lives, or you can get what he got. You have 5 seconds to decide, since I'm in a more generous mood." Luna may say what she may, but Warren needed to blow off some steam just then.
"We submit.... just please. Don't blast us," begged the thugs.
"I'm glad you saw reason," smirked Warren. Now he had 11 men that he could use to begin to form his army here in the Omniverse. Sure it was not as powerful or as disciplined of a group of thugs as he would have liked, but Warren could work with them. In time the numgers of people under his banner would grow enough to where he could challenge the Empire. It was his hope anyway. In order to do so he was certainly going to need more than just these. Each of the men were going to need upgrades though. "Now your first assignment. You're now my tour guide of this particular verse. I want to know more about it."
As soon as he had demanded the information, one of them began to explain the Endless Dunes to him. Each location was described in great detail by the thugs. After all, they had no intention of dying. If not dying meant they obeyed the Prime who had just killed their boss with a rifle then that is what they would do. It seemed like a rather cushy opportunity - and certainly beat stealing.