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Subject Post 1Subject: Operation Blow The Fucker Up [Monsuta - Ecuador] Tue Aug 09, 2016 11:59 am
«THE STATUS OF THIS THREAD»
4/2/2416, 2:00 PM; CST Standard Time
The time is currently 2:00 CST time on April 2nd, 2416. This thread is taking place above the atmosphere of Ecuador. Currently, there are hundreds of chunks of the Vanguard's space debris beginning to fall over the country. The objective is to prevent them from creating a stratosphere and use any and all means to cease these projectiles which are acting like kinetic rods.
Artist: Undertale OST - Song: Your Best Friend - Word Count: 914
”..I Reaaally. Hate. Shadowfuckin Fall.
Azuma simply stated, he didn’t bellow it out, he didn’t roar his displeasure at the impending catastrophe that threatened the monsuta’s homeland he simply had let out a bit of exasperation and then? He put his hands in his pockets and closed his eyes, but what was he doing with these assorted metals, rocks and god knows what else barreling down like bats out of hell? It was simple, blocking out the noise, blocking out the constant drone of screaming citizens who had been alerted to the impending fight, and focusing yes. Such single minded determination flooded his being to dredge out the power that landed him the position at the head of the elite division, he wished to find the power to protect the citizens that lived within their, the monsuta’s domain and let them survive, let them flourish. Hence as the male had begun the process of pulling power from his body, more then he normally would and then what would he do? It was quite simple the male had after the ground began to rumble with his spiritual signature, such dense spiritual pressure that it would make the ground itself compound into a dense bedrock when just moments before it had been moist, rain-fed earth perfect for planting and growing crops on, yes the Dark of the monsuta would get to work as he had quite simply kicked off the ground, a feat which caused a crater as he jetted up into the air, faster and faster but he wasn’t quite done yet.
No the higher he went the greater his energy expanded outwards, his power manipulating the properties of friction in the air until he had flown to the first of space junk, a rather sizable piece which as it flew past? Azuma had brushed it with the back of his hand, and that was all it took, even with the power needed to enter the atmosphere singing in the object it would merely stop, a steam rising from the dark’s knuckles before he then kicked again, his speed increasing to the point that through the stratosphere he would increase and build up speed, his own body catching alight as the male seemed to increase his speed, his power, his might all of them elevating to their respective maxes as he gathered all the junk, all the trash , every ounce in the atmosphere he would take it all, his body a constant blur as he continuously forced himself faster, faster, and faster still. But just what was the males intent? Well to be frank he wished to return this little present in full which was why as the male used his friction to cause every piece of junk he went past to compound back into a single solid mass he had quickly began to expand, his body rising higher and higher in the atmosphere before it simply let him exit entirely standing in the vaccuum of space with the immense compounded pile of junk that was present from his endeavors.
Now what would he do with it however? That would be quite simple, the male had in a very literal sense chucked the huge ball of junk at an angle, sending it at re-entry speeds into the earths orbit, but not before using his friction manipulation to wedge the compound so close that for all intents and purposes it would become something akin to a meteor of rather sizable mass which he would angle and then throw at such a trajectory that once it revolved around the earth and began to enter the atmosphere at-least by his calculations the meteor itself would begin it’s descent towards the ocean . Now why would the Male do something like this? Well simply because he had no where else he wished to throw it, and with that done?
He would have vanished his body disappearing through the garganta so that he would be able to get on with his own task, given this wasn’t the only place that space-junk had been about to land. He had much more to deal with , and especially he had plenty more that he had to do. Hence with that little ball of destruction out of his mind? The dark had went on to deal with more pressing issues, such as the other places in the monsuta that had space-junk falling towards them.