12-27-2015, 07:40 PM
It had been several hours, and Grundy was starting to get bored. If this was Heaven, then surely there was more to it? He shifted off of his seat, which was really just an elevated mound of white dirt, and inspected what he'd built so far. Poor excuses for snowmen stood guard around the line of dirt he'd painstakingly crafted with water and earth. Grundy sighed. There was definitely more to Heaven. Shiny things for him to find and keep, friends to play with, things to eat. Getting to his feet, the white giant stretched his shoulders and began trudging away. He'd leave "Fort Grundy" for someone else to find and wonder about.
Scanning the horizon, he picked a random direction and began heading east towards the blur at the very edge of sight. Maybe there was something else that way. As Grundy walked, he tried to think about what he might find, and what truly being dead meant for him. He'd always thought that it would be like going to sleep and not waking up again. But apparently, there was more to it than that. Heaven was really just another place to explore and have fun in. His wide lips cracked into a smile as he thought about it, revealing his tombstone-like, mossy teeth. There would definitely be gold. He loved gold. Maybe more of those shiny things that God had given him before he woke up here.
He continued trudging onwards across the vast white plane, his boots leaving shallow impressions on the dirt. Almost nine feet tall and weighing half a ton, Grundy nearly shook the ground around him when he moved at his methodical, plodding pace. He'd moved at this speed most of his life. Err, lives. It was very confusing. He could only remember bits and pieces of his previous existences, like when he'd lived with the green lady and her plants, or when he had stayed in the sewer with Two Face. The armor clad man in black was present in his memories too, and Grundy growled as he remembered. Batman. Batman was always hurting Grundy, always stopping and never listening. He clenched his fists and quickened his pace slightly, although as the anger ebbed away he resumed his plod towards the structure in the distance.
Speaking of which, said structure was getting larger in his vision. Grundy could make out small dots clustering around it and entering it, although other things had come out of it as well. Not many though, and he didn't have the patience to focus on it for longer than a few moments before continuing forward unceasingly.
"....grundy bored. hope heaven have more for grundy to see."
He mumbled to himself, patting his clothes and feeling the shiny ball of Omnilium in his jacket. He took it out and looked at it, stopping as the different colors glinted and entranced him for a minute. After he tired of watching it, he put it away again and resumed walking forward, the gate growing larger and larger on the horizon.
-Some time later-
Finally, Solom Grundy arrived at the gate. The large, rough stone that made up the structure reminded him of a building he'd once been in, and robbed. Gotham National had held more than a few bars of gold bullion, and Grundy remembered stacking and restacking them in his lair until Batman had found him once again. The gate looked intriguing, though, and the swirling vortex between the columns of stone definitely held some interest to the undead giant. Stomping forward, he entered the portal, hoping it would lead him somewhere a bit more exciting than the featureless blankness of the Nexus.
Scanning the horizon, he picked a random direction and began heading east towards the blur at the very edge of sight. Maybe there was something else that way. As Grundy walked, he tried to think about what he might find, and what truly being dead meant for him. He'd always thought that it would be like going to sleep and not waking up again. But apparently, there was more to it than that. Heaven was really just another place to explore and have fun in. His wide lips cracked into a smile as he thought about it, revealing his tombstone-like, mossy teeth. There would definitely be gold. He loved gold. Maybe more of those shiny things that God had given him before he woke up here.
He continued trudging onwards across the vast white plane, his boots leaving shallow impressions on the dirt. Almost nine feet tall and weighing half a ton, Grundy nearly shook the ground around him when he moved at his methodical, plodding pace. He'd moved at this speed most of his life. Err, lives. It was very confusing. He could only remember bits and pieces of his previous existences, like when he'd lived with the green lady and her plants, or when he had stayed in the sewer with Two Face. The armor clad man in black was present in his memories too, and Grundy growled as he remembered. Batman. Batman was always hurting Grundy, always stopping and never listening. He clenched his fists and quickened his pace slightly, although as the anger ebbed away he resumed his plod towards the structure in the distance.
Speaking of which, said structure was getting larger in his vision. Grundy could make out small dots clustering around it and entering it, although other things had come out of it as well. Not many though, and he didn't have the patience to focus on it for longer than a few moments before continuing forward unceasingly.
"....grundy bored. hope heaven have more for grundy to see."
He mumbled to himself, patting his clothes and feeling the shiny ball of Omnilium in his jacket. He took it out and looked at it, stopping as the different colors glinted and entranced him for a minute. After he tired of watching it, he put it away again and resumed walking forward, the gate growing larger and larger on the horizon.
-Some time later-
Finally, Solom Grundy arrived at the gate. The large, rough stone that made up the structure reminded him of a building he'd once been in, and robbed. Gotham National had held more than a few bars of gold bullion, and Grundy remembered stacking and restacking them in his lair until Batman had found him once again. The gate looked intriguing, though, and the swirling vortex between the columns of stone definitely held some interest to the undead giant. Stomping forward, he entered the portal, hoping it would lead him somewhere a bit more exciting than the featureless blankness of the Nexus.
“I don’t wanna be a product of my environment. I want my environment to be a product of me.”