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capeandcowllogs2012-09-06 03:22 pm
conquerorking) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-09-06 03:22 pm
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WHO: Rider and anyone who was unfortunate enough to be shopping today.
WHERE: One of the many, many malls throughout the city.
WHEN: Morning of 9/6, because 96 is a douchebag.
WARNINGS: GRATUITOUS PROPERTY DAMAGE.
SUMMARY: Little-known historical fact: Alexander the Great fucking hated pants. And 96 is not precisely competent at causing rage.
FORMAT: Whatever you feel like though I'll be commentspamming.
[Well, Rider had gone out looking for beer. There was, he remembered, a booze shop in one of those gigantic marketplaces (malls, right?) that he saw around. For some reason, ever since he had woken up, he had been vaguely irritated, and that, he knew, was a sign to get completely shitfaced. Perhaps, when he woke up, the city would be burned down again and he'd feel much better.
A seven-foot-tall man in ancient Greek army wear, complete with bare legs and an armored skirt, would of course get stares. He didn't mind, but they got rather annoying after a while, a buzz of hushed whispers that irritated him even more.
He was almost to his destination, though, the modern winery, as weak as their drink was...
But then he saw next to it something he could not forgive. A clothing store, advertising a sale towards men... for skinny jeans. Pants were bad enough, but to constrict them further? And to say that this was the height of fashion? No, this could not stand. Iskandar's patience finally snapped.
Screams erupted from the mall as he drew his sword and swung it, ripping a hole in space as his chariot descended through it. He gripped the reins and charged straight through the display wall, his bulls flinging lightning in every direction, as he smashed through the far wall, then turned right back around to make sure he had finished destroying everything.
Then, as an afterthought, he simply plowed straight through the wall into the winery, grabbed a few bottles, smashed out the opposite wall, and came to rest outside to survey his handiwork.]
WHERE: One of the many, many malls throughout the city.
WHEN: Morning of 9/6, because 96 is a douchebag.
WARNINGS: GRATUITOUS PROPERTY DAMAGE.
SUMMARY: Little-known historical fact: Alexander the Great fucking hated pants. And 96 is not precisely competent at causing rage.
FORMAT: Whatever you feel like though I'll be commentspamming.
[Well, Rider had gone out looking for beer. There was, he remembered, a booze shop in one of those gigantic marketplaces (malls, right?) that he saw around. For some reason, ever since he had woken up, he had been vaguely irritated, and that, he knew, was a sign to get completely shitfaced. Perhaps, when he woke up, the city would be burned down again and he'd feel much better.
A seven-foot-tall man in ancient Greek army wear, complete with bare legs and an armored skirt, would of course get stares. He didn't mind, but they got rather annoying after a while, a buzz of hushed whispers that irritated him even more.
He was almost to his destination, though, the modern winery, as weak as their drink was...
But then he saw next to it something he could not forgive. A clothing store, advertising a sale towards men... for skinny jeans. Pants were bad enough, but to constrict them further? And to say that this was the height of fashion? No, this could not stand. Iskandar's patience finally snapped.
Screams erupted from the mall as he drew his sword and swung it, ripping a hole in space as his chariot descended through it. He gripped the reins and charged straight through the display wall, his bulls flinging lightning in every direction, as he smashed through the far wall, then turned right back around to make sure he had finished destroying everything.
Then, as an afterthought, he simply plowed straight through the wall into the winery, grabbed a few bottles, smashed out the opposite wall, and came to rest outside to survey his handiwork.]