thatguyinthestore
Off to a Better Place
As Doomguy made his way over to the swing set and grabbed one of the swings, it looked like it was stuck. Even with his above average strength, no matter how hard he pulled, it appeared that the swing just wouldn't budge even the slightest bit. It was then that, even through his armor, Doomguy could feel the wind picking up. And not just picking up slightly. Rather, the wind began to flow at an... almost alarming pace. Leaves could be seen flying through the air, before even a few trees were picked up by the enormous gusts. Before long, entire houses were swirling around in the insane wind, and one tree was just about to hit Doomguy. But then, right before it hit him... time stopped. Everything around Doomguy was frozen now, and the strong wind that had been so prevalent mere seconds ago was now entirely non existent.
If Doomguy were to look upwards, however, he would find that the moon had grown a... slant in the middle. Almost like a pupil of some sort, really. Even if he didn't notice at first, the eye soon emit a giant light that shown down upon the marine, like it was a spotlight and he was the star of the performance.
The eye stared down upon Doomguy for a few moments as blue rectangles began to form around it. The swirled around like discs of some sort until they all began to form a triangle around the moon-eye. Once they did so, bright lightning shot out of them for a mere few seconds, until the lightning became so bright that it even temporarily blinded Doomguy itself. As he looked back up, he would notice that the triangle was now a yellow one, wearing a top hat and a bowtie.
"WELL HEY THERE CHAMP!" The being exclaimed as it floated down over Doomguy, staring the man down. It let out a high pitched laugh as it floated over to him, slapping the man on the back. "HOW'S BEING DEAD TREATING YA? COMFY? ANY COMPLAINTS?" Before Doomguy could even reply, the triangle snapped his fingers and let out a mock gasp. "I KNOW JUST WHAT YOU NEED!" He exclaimed, swirling his index finger around mid-air. Suddenly, a wine glass appeared in his hand, and the one-eyed monster hovered over it and squeezed on his eye as a strange, blue liquid poured out of it. A glass of his own appeared in his hand, and he made a chair out of those strange blue rectangles and sat down in it, crossing his legs. He brought his own drink up to his mouth, his eyelid closing around the edge to sip it straight out of the glass. "THAT THERE DRINK IS MADE OF THE SOULS OF MILLIONS OF DEAD PUPPIES! CONSIDER IT A GIFT FROM ME!" He exclaimed.
Critic Ham
If Doomguy were to look upwards, however, he would find that the moon had grown a... slant in the middle. Almost like a pupil of some sort, really. Even if he didn't notice at first, the eye soon emit a giant light that shown down upon the marine, like it was a spotlight and he was the star of the performance.
The eye stared down upon Doomguy for a few moments as blue rectangles began to form around it. The swirled around like discs of some sort until they all began to form a triangle around the moon-eye. Once they did so, bright lightning shot out of them for a mere few seconds, until the lightning became so bright that it even temporarily blinded Doomguy itself. As he looked back up, he would notice that the triangle was now a yellow one, wearing a top hat and a bowtie.
"WELL HEY THERE CHAMP!" The being exclaimed as it floated down over Doomguy, staring the man down. It let out a high pitched laugh as it floated over to him, slapping the man on the back. "HOW'S BEING DEAD TREATING YA? COMFY? ANY COMPLAINTS?" Before Doomguy could even reply, the triangle snapped his fingers and let out a mock gasp. "I KNOW JUST WHAT YOU NEED!" He exclaimed, swirling his index finger around mid-air. Suddenly, a wine glass appeared in his hand, and the one-eyed monster hovered over it and squeezed on his eye as a strange, blue liquid poured out of it. A glass of his own appeared in his hand, and he made a chair out of those strange blue rectangles and sat down in it, crossing his legs. He brought his own drink up to his mouth, his eyelid closing around the edge to sip it straight out of the glass. "THAT THERE DRINK IS MADE OF THE SOULS OF MILLIONS OF DEAD PUPPIES! CONSIDER IT A GIFT FROM ME!" He exclaimed.
Critic Ham
