Post by ahhhterroristsahhh on Jul 14, 2007 11:30:53 GMT -5
Player Name: AhhhTerroristsAhhh (nickname Miffles)
Character Name: Bowser, King Bowser, Bowser Koopa, King Koopa, Bowser King of the Koopas
Why did they fight?
That's all he could think about. Bowser cracked his neck, his head slowly tilting side to side, horns clicking slightly as they hit the rim of his shell. It was always the same. He may not win every time, but it was always the same.
Every night he walked out into the arena, be it a nice dank castle or something that looked like a rainbow exploded, in his stride. The crowd usually booed. Sure he had kidnapped a princess a few times. Sure he had tried to kill her boyfriend and turn an entire realm into his personal kingdom. But that didn't mean people had to jeer. Maybe he had feelings to.
Then would come an opponent. He knew them all. He knew their tricks. Link had his little sword. Pikachu had his little powers. Hell even Peach was getting in on the action now. And of course, there was Mario. That little Italian man. It made Bowser's spikes twinge just thinking about him. But the days of unbridled attacking were over. No more freelance attacks. It was all about the arenas now.
Bowser began putting on his classic spiked collars. Hatred began to rise within him as he thought of what he had come to. Fighting for the entertainment of others. No more slaughter, just going till the grand KO. The days of conquest were over. No more kidnapping. No more ravaging of lands. No, now it was all arranged fighting and occasionally crashing a party.
He sneered as he snapped on the final collar, a bit of fire flaring out around his teeth. Bowser headed for the door towards the arena, putting on his best war face and trying to hold on to what dignity he had left.
Why did they fight?
Character Name: Bowser, King Bowser, Bowser Koopa, King Koopa, Bowser King of the Koopas
Why did they fight?
That's all he could think about. Bowser cracked his neck, his head slowly tilting side to side, horns clicking slightly as they hit the rim of his shell. It was always the same. He may not win every time, but it was always the same.
Every night he walked out into the arena, be it a nice dank castle or something that looked like a rainbow exploded, in his stride. The crowd usually booed. Sure he had kidnapped a princess a few times. Sure he had tried to kill her boyfriend and turn an entire realm into his personal kingdom. But that didn't mean people had to jeer. Maybe he had feelings to.
Then would come an opponent. He knew them all. He knew their tricks. Link had his little sword. Pikachu had his little powers. Hell even Peach was getting in on the action now. And of course, there was Mario. That little Italian man. It made Bowser's spikes twinge just thinking about him. But the days of unbridled attacking were over. No more freelance attacks. It was all about the arenas now.
Bowser began putting on his classic spiked collars. Hatred began to rise within him as he thought of what he had come to. Fighting for the entertainment of others. No more slaughter, just going till the grand KO. The days of conquest were over. No more kidnapping. No more ravaging of lands. No, now it was all arranged fighting and occasionally crashing a party.
He sneered as he snapped on the final collar, a bit of fire flaring out around his teeth. Bowser headed for the door towards the arena, putting on his best war face and trying to hold on to what dignity he had left.
Why did they fight?