Post by Undertaker on Aug 17, 2015 0:53:09 GMT -4
Undertaker surveyed the damage. All around, the world was in shambles. Corpses littered the streets, rubble marred this city's once great skyline, and somewhere, somehow, an an Apache was still reeling from its recent violation.
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This city is dead. Undertaker figured that it was the last living, non incestuous thing in this city. It pondered this fact, that perhaps the only remnant of humanity would be a couple family relatives fucking like rabbits. It was not amused. Undertaker felt no sadness, nor anger, nor fear. Undertaker was a new being, generated solely for one purpose, a purpose he would stop at nothing to accomplish. If they were still coherent, Humanity would have designated it an Endbringer of unrivaled strength. This did not matter to undertaker.
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Undertaker scaled the building with deft ease. This measly pillar was the tallest structure in the city now. Maybe it survived the onslaught due to some lost Cape's power, or maybe it was just luck. It was of no matter, for here it stood, supporting a crwature who was nearing it's goal.
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Undertaker reached the top of the spire. It used to be a communications relay, probably transmitting some boring news show, or maybe porn. Not a soul alive cares anymore. Undertaker knew, in the back of its mind, that maybe, just maybe, if some sort of hero, some sort of... Jew, had tried, he could have prevented this desolation. It also knew that this would not happen, and therefore had no effect on it's purpose. So Undertaker pushed it to the back of it's mind, focusing more on it's sole reason for existing.
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Finally. The time had come. Undertaker was standing on the hill outside of town, struck with a sudden sense of urgency. The last one was dead. The last insane cousinfucker had finally starved to death, and this planet was free from Humanity's reign. Undertaker knew it was time. It raised up as high as it could, and bared its mighty may in a sickening grin. This was going to be great. The cavernous orifice opened, and a breath was drawn that was so vast that, had anyone been alive to check, the local pressure of this desolate city would have dropped significantly with the sudden magnitude of air being compressed into this creature. Then, pausing only a fraction of a second, undertaker let out a mighty exclamation whose sound would echo the earth for generations. The pressure wave vaporized everything man made; Villages were pulverized, cities were leveled, and every trace of mankind was removed without a trace. The planet was reborn, free from the far-reaching scourge of Man's machinations. Undertaker was nowhere to be found.
Humanity was gone
Mankind is gone.
This is the end.
It was fun while it lasted, guys. I hope this can start again at some point.
~Cale Sherman, AKA Regent.
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This city is dead. Undertaker figured that it was the last living, non incestuous thing in this city. It pondered this fact, that perhaps the only remnant of humanity would be a couple family relatives fucking like rabbits. It was not amused. Undertaker felt no sadness, nor anger, nor fear. Undertaker was a new being, generated solely for one purpose, a purpose he would stop at nothing to accomplish. If they were still coherent, Humanity would have designated it an Endbringer of unrivaled strength. This did not matter to undertaker.
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Undertaker scaled the building with deft ease. This measly pillar was the tallest structure in the city now. Maybe it survived the onslaught due to some lost Cape's power, or maybe it was just luck. It was of no matter, for here it stood, supporting a crwature who was nearing it's goal.
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Undertaker reached the top of the spire. It used to be a communications relay, probably transmitting some boring news show, or maybe porn. Not a soul alive cares anymore. Undertaker knew, in the back of its mind, that maybe, just maybe, if some sort of hero, some sort of... Jew, had tried, he could have prevented this desolation. It also knew that this would not happen, and therefore had no effect on it's purpose. So Undertaker pushed it to the back of it's mind, focusing more on it's sole reason for existing.
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Finally. The time had come. Undertaker was standing on the hill outside of town, struck with a sudden sense of urgency. The last one was dead. The last insane cousinfucker had finally starved to death, and this planet was free from Humanity's reign. Undertaker knew it was time. It raised up as high as it could, and bared its mighty may in a sickening grin. This was going to be great. The cavernous orifice opened, and a breath was drawn that was so vast that, had anyone been alive to check, the local pressure of this desolate city would have dropped significantly with the sudden magnitude of air being compressed into this creature. Then, pausing only a fraction of a second, undertaker let out a mighty exclamation whose sound would echo the earth for generations. The pressure wave vaporized everything man made; Villages were pulverized, cities were leveled, and every trace of mankind was removed without a trace. The planet was reborn, free from the far-reaching scourge of Man's machinations. Undertaker was nowhere to be found.
Humanity was gone
Mankind is gone.
This is the end.
It was fun while it lasted, guys. I hope this can start again at some point.
~Cale Sherman, AKA Regent.