Your Own Grave [OPEN] Dec 6, 2018 16:25:32 GMT -6
Post by King Riis on Dec 6, 2018 16:25:32 GMT -6
Riis PL: 10,000
It seemed almost thematic that the prince of Konats, eldest son to the royal family and hopefully next in line for the throne would land in the same place he left. Prince Riis looked out over the sea of metal wreckage, some already rusted with a deep brownish red of oxidized blood. Not so long ago the prince was presumed killed in this very spot. The ver ysame spot Riis thought he lost two of his younger brothers, leaving the youngest an only child. Now though the Konatsians and their royal line were restored, giving the planet and her people a chance to fight back and take back what's theirs. Of course, the prince couldn’t help but feel guilty for what he did, or almost did. He knew what the world trade fleet was and almost teamed up with them, thinking he could find help with them.
The prince took a long relieved sigh seeing the sand wisp up into the air as one of the mechanical menaces stirred to life. Riis was worried he might not get his revenge on the robots, afraid with how strong his brother had become Typha would just take them out himself. The Konatsian opened his mouth and shot a flaming ball towards the robot, causing it to almost instantly explode on impact. Still, though he felt empty. One dying machine wasn’t enough. Yet despite his desire for war, all he could do was stand there and stare, taking pot shots at the few robots still functioning. “Damn it! How much does it take to keep you bastards down!” he screamed down. Even if they few were barely functioning, the day he “died” was clear in his mind, eating at him like a virus in his mind. “Just stay dead!” he roared, sending a huge fireball down at a group of already dead robots. In truth, they were all just lifeless hunks of metal, shifting with the sands, leavingPrince Riis in a waking nightmare.