Post by rei on Apr 16, 2010 7:04:35 GMT -5
Masking visor that comes with some fluffy cloth hat? Check. Some has-been Black Knight uniform? Check. Some retarded cape that so does not fit his style? Check. Some old honky Eleven katana that is also retarded and not his style? Definitely check. Get out of that dumb truck? Currently pending... until now.
With a sole of his boot that has graced the door, the entire frame latches off it's hinges as a cool looking person jumps out dressed up like a typical Black Knight, those stupid gang-bangers and has-been terrorists, trying to latch on their sweet, sweet, ever so sweet glory of the past, masquerading as some dumb rebels. Back against the right side of the truck in the middle of some street.
Bastardly, dastardly, and an ever so drastic intention is to be spread out like Santa gives to them kids -- designation, kill all smelly Elevens and then run away like a little girl. Quite a solid plan for once from HQ. Beats having to do assassinations.
Buildings were arranged in a corridor fashion, where there was one street, and a bunch of shanties in front of ruined buildings. Relics of the past, artifacts. Heck, Hakai almost got hit by nostalgia looking at this district which was SO intact decades before. Used to be.
With his feet planted on the ground, and there were a couple of Elevens walking around in their daily life of whatever the Hell it is they do. It would be time to roast a few ducks and crack a few oysters for the result in this shanty town filled with cluttered up houses. Attention plenty given to the Black Knight dressed Hakai, cheer going around, the android's spidery fingers tightening grip around the hilt of his Katana, and then MASSACRE! He sure loves those if proper credit were given to HIM, and royalties too.
"What to do... what to do! Goddamnit, I fuckin' hate giving credits to a bunch of dumb knight-wannabe bastards what I just did! Reveal a Britannian did it who is me + Central Command = Will be seen as a traitor, get the chop and poof! That's bad. Do what they tell me + Central Command = Probably will get a promotion. Well... whooptie-fuckin'-do, since when did I ever care about promotions? Bastardly and dastardly is me, for I hate drastically my rings that made them pretty lame. Rhyming, poetic, and gets me right into the mood. I like that. Killing those smelly 'Levens any day is better than a court martial!"[/color][/i] Thoughts, so seductive, so easy to get lost in, but not as seductive as the warm embrace of death!
Tightening grip further, hands yanking out and accompanied by an unsheathed nude katana blade, people backing off in the presence of the long serrated blade. A smile underneath his Black Knight visor branched up. So sweet, now they begin to show their true colors of fear. Whispers abound! Doubt of the Black Knight's bad intentions, and that is just a dumb thing. Innocent people with thoughts of the Black Knight as their precious protectors turned into the vilest of murderers.
One slow ass step. Two still slow ass steps. Three not-as-slow-as-an-ass step. Four quickened-pace. Five a leap and a hearty decapitation. Walking, running then leaping at the people before letting the sharp end of the serrated blade make contact with the end of the throats of the Elevens as the heads get flung up high just like how university students throw up their hats in cheer. Well what did he get? An early rain of crimson -- funny, he could always tell what weather it is would take place in this season.
Good thing the Britannian guards were being called off and the news team were called in to record this fancy spectacle of flurry of death from a Knight with a heart of Black, hence Black Knight. Mad raving laughter echoing from his mouth amongst the screams of panic and carnage. This place was definitely a Black Knight supporter area, and with the news helicopter-thing taking footage of this, it just makes it great enough for Hakai to buy on DVD and watch it for great memories.
With a sole of his boot that has graced the door, the entire frame latches off it's hinges as a cool looking person jumps out dressed up like a typical Black Knight, those stupid gang-bangers and has-been terrorists, trying to latch on their sweet, sweet, ever so sweet glory of the past, masquerading as some dumb rebels. Back against the right side of the truck in the middle of some street.
Bastardly, dastardly, and an ever so drastic intention is to be spread out like Santa gives to them kids -- designation, kill all smelly Elevens and then run away like a little girl. Quite a solid plan for once from HQ. Beats having to do assassinations.
Buildings were arranged in a corridor fashion, where there was one street, and a bunch of shanties in front of ruined buildings. Relics of the past, artifacts. Heck, Hakai almost got hit by nostalgia looking at this district which was SO intact decades before. Used to be.
With his feet planted on the ground, and there were a couple of Elevens walking around in their daily life of whatever the Hell it is they do. It would be time to roast a few ducks and crack a few oysters for the result in this shanty town filled with cluttered up houses. Attention plenty given to the Black Knight dressed Hakai, cheer going around, the android's spidery fingers tightening grip around the hilt of his Katana, and then MASSACRE! He sure loves those if proper credit were given to HIM, and royalties too.
"What to do... what to do! Goddamnit, I fuckin' hate giving credits to a bunch of dumb knight-wannabe bastards what I just did! Reveal a Britannian did it who is me + Central Command = Will be seen as a traitor, get the chop and poof! That's bad. Do what they tell me + Central Command = Probably will get a promotion. Well... whooptie-fuckin'-do, since when did I ever care about promotions? Bastardly and dastardly is me, for I hate drastically my rings that made them pretty lame. Rhyming, poetic, and gets me right into the mood. I like that. Killing those smelly 'Levens any day is better than a court martial!"[/color][/i] Thoughts, so seductive, so easy to get lost in, but not as seductive as the warm embrace of death!
Tightening grip further, hands yanking out and accompanied by an unsheathed nude katana blade, people backing off in the presence of the long serrated blade. A smile underneath his Black Knight visor branched up. So sweet, now they begin to show their true colors of fear. Whispers abound! Doubt of the Black Knight's bad intentions, and that is just a dumb thing. Innocent people with thoughts of the Black Knight as their precious protectors turned into the vilest of murderers.
One slow ass step. Two still slow ass steps. Three not-as-slow-as-an-ass step. Four quickened-pace. Five a leap and a hearty decapitation. Walking, running then leaping at the people before letting the sharp end of the serrated blade make contact with the end of the throats of the Elevens as the heads get flung up high just like how university students throw up their hats in cheer. Well what did he get? An early rain of crimson -- funny, he could always tell what weather it is would take place in this season.
Good thing the Britannian guards were being called off and the news team were called in to record this fancy spectacle of flurry of death from a Knight with a heart of Black, hence Black Knight. Mad raving laughter echoing from his mouth amongst the screams of panic and carnage. This place was definitely a Black Knight supporter area, and with the news helicopter-thing taking footage of this, it just makes it great enough for Hakai to buy on DVD and watch it for great memories.