Snippet #2609565

Allan

Lots of stuff happened. None of it really worth noting.

Before he started considered the possibility of trying to punch holes through reality in order to escape this seemingly never ending frat party the midget hopped up on the big black box and started laying down what was going on. Finally, an explanation as to what's going on.

And so he listened. His scowl couldn't possibly grow any more pronounced so his face simply settled for furrowing his eyebrows as Vinn continued on with his spiel. Remember when I said it couldn't possibly get any worse? It's too late to take that back isn't it? He waited until Vinn was finished speaking before giving a heavy sigh of annoyance. He walked forward, stepping out from the faceless crowd and into view to say his part.


"Right, I have a question. What's the point?" He folded his arms across his chest as he continued. "What I mean is why are we even doing the tournaments in the first place? I get that we wanna keep the lords in check so they don't get off this hunk of rock but where do these competitions fall into place? Are we just doing them so the lords don't get anything? Is this just some game of tug of war for resources?"

All questions he needed to ask. Given his purpose it was important to know exactly what it is he's even fighting to accomplish. He just wants off-worlders to stay off his world regardless of where their from. Heaven, Hell, The Garden and anywhere else, anyone and everyone who wasn't native to his earth were well invited to scram. After the amount of damage the two sides had done to humanity in general he was not well disposed to the idea of other things entering the fray.