Namek Sucks [OPEN] Aug 17, 2019 16:45:23 GMT -6
Post by Roma on Aug 17, 2019 16:45:23 GMT -6
|Namek Sucks| - Roma's PL: 15,000
"Oh my god, I HATE this place!"
She screamed into the uncaring void. The void did not scream back, and somehow, this made her even angrier.
We're going to Namek. Come. Her boss had said. She could've at least warned her that there was actually nothing to do here. Zilch. Zip. Nada. Out of sheer frustration, Roma yanked a tuft of grass directly out of the ground, and gave it such a scornful look it might have burst into flames. "Oh, don't you like grass, Roma? Don't you wanna see more grass?" Isn't grass great?" Were the people who inhabited this hellhole braindead? Did they all just eat jet fuel as a passtime? Did they suffer from brain damage? Roma felt like she could've watched paint dry and felt more fulfilled than she did sitting out here in the middle of nowhere. At least she had her treasured ship with her.
Without thinking, she stepped inside of the pod and grabbed her lazer blaster she had reverse-engineered from the Tuffle model. She looked at it, considered her options, before eventually opting to put it back in it's hiding spot. "Not today, old friend..." she muttered, letting out a colossal groan of boredom.
Not a single piece of technology in sight. Even Vegeta, inhabited with nothing but pea-brained monkeys, at least had the Tuffle Ruins, filled with the ingeniousness of Tuffle Technology. Saiyans like her could only ever emulate the absolute genius of the Tuffle race. She couldn't believe that there were real people out there who didn't know about them! It was absurd. Absurd. Anyone could see that Tuffles deserved the entire world. Hell, she'd probably give up her life for them. Not exactly a high bar, but she'd do it willingly! Enthusiastically! With pleasure!
She wasn't sure why, though. Not important.
So, for now, her thoughts would rest on those of how bored she was, and how much she wished she was anywhere else. Could this day get any worse?