Terror Returns! (Open) Nov 25, 2018 17:16:04 GMT -6
Post by Majin Mumbo on Nov 25, 2018 17:16:04 GMT -6
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A deep rumbling shook the ground far below, worrying a family that was just sitting down for breakfast. They’d lived in Ginger Town for years, no earthquakes had hit in decades. Was it time for a new disaster? In a way, some might suppose it was a disaster of a different sort. A mighty, eccentric kind of terror.
A star winked in the morning sky, before barreling toward earth. The flying saucer tore through the air, whistling as it came closer to the ground. Wisps of flame licked its back as its raw speed began to detriment it. Had the ship been a smaller sort, like the attack pods that were so commonplace, it might have smashed right into the countryside and turned it to ash. Instead, the ship began to decelerate, landing precariously and pristinely on a grassy hill.
With a hiss, a hatch on the underside popped open, just as the father of the family who lived just outside Ginger Town decided to investigate. Hunting rifle in hand, he could barely keep his hands steady. Sweat began to pool in his bushy mustache. Was this another round of alien invasion?
”C-come on out now,” the farmer said, swallowing hard as checked to make sure his rifle was loaded. ”Lemme see ya so I can give ya a good talking to. You’re not supposed ta land in people’s backyards yknow!”
The older gentleman would soon be greeted with a painful answer, one in the form of a grey blur. It zoomed out of the ship, landing atop the man, which crushed him flat. The smasher was none other than the Black Stargoon; Majin Mumbo.
He had landed on the mans stomach in a powerful yoga pose, before spinning to a normal stance. He pumped his fist, wiping his shoe clean of blood as he took in the fresh air.
”HAHAHAH YEAH! Da goons ah back baby!”
The house a few feet below was painfully silent, as the mother and her son watched on in horror. With quivering hands, the woman called the police. Hopefully they’d arrive soon.
”Now,” Mumbo said, squinting his left eye, which notably had a splotch of pink majinflesh where grey should sit. ”how do I get started? One of the troops did say he wanted to meet up. Something about the Dragon Balls?” Shrugging, he turned back to the ship, his hands on his hips. ”Ehh whaddevah. I’ll figure it out.”
Suddenly, Mumbo cupped his hands over his mouth, and shouted toward the open hatch. ”HEY GUYS! GET OUT HERE! WE GOTTA GET TO WORK! LORD CHILL ISNT PAYING US TO SLEEP!!!”