Fizz Bizz | OPEN Sept 17, 2019 22:46:01 GMT -6
Post by Chromo on Sept 17, 2019 22:46:01 GMT -6
CHROMO'S PL: 50,000 (168k BASE || SUPPRESSION)
The factory workers moved in choreographed silence as masses of fizzy fluids moved from massive pipes to towering tanks. The hum of machinery was like a soft whisper in the background alongside the bubble and pop of the soda. Across the back wall were ceiling windows revealing a view across the city's towers and spires. The gathering of all the sodas and new candies being made formed a riot of vibrant shades as they were packaged. There are sugar covered fruit jellies, liquorice all-sorts, sour candies and fizzy soda bottles. The sweet smell soaked through the walls and into every nook and cranny of the factory. Soda popped, machines whirred- today was just a normal day for the unsuspecting workers...
"aaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—" ...Until that terrifyingly rabid, yet strangely familiar bug showed up with a gleeful scream, sharp fangs with the bloody red eyes of a monster. That and a festive party hat and sets of streamers held in his claws. Today was Chromo's second birthday, after all, and he sure as heck was going to make today a good one! There had been too much bad, and now he wanted to milk every bit of fun goodness he could get. After all, people were entitled to get whatever they wanted no matter what on their birthday, right?
His clones made short work of "conquering" the factory, though their leader tried to clarify to the panicked employees that he was the boss for only a day, but most already ran out in fear of the little monster that visited this very same factory well over a year ago. Regardless of their claims of a crazed bug taking over their factory bleeding out to some of the city, Chromo kicked back to enjoy himself on his special day.
Atop one of the largest vats of purple-colored Blackberry Blast Hetap, Chromo rested content atop a pool floatie he'd had one of his Lessers acquire as a birthday present from one of North City's shops. He'd flopped belly-first on the ring-shaped raft, mouth half-submerged in the fizzing soda to idly slurp away at it's contents. He was sure not to get too much of his head submerged, or else his homemade, cone-shaped birthday hat would be ruined- all the glitter would fall right off it! Streamers had been thrown aimlessly between the steel rafters by his clones several minutes ago. The rest were partaking in feasting away at the factory- fighting over candies and paddling through tubes of soda. One sat atop a boombox, tapping away to shift between a myriad of shuffled radio tunes.
Chromo cooed, content with himself. He felt good, for once in these troublesome times. He'd even left Tarch a note telling him about his whereabouts and intentions. Chromo specifically stated today was his birthday, just to make sure the Saiyan couldn't intervene in his day of fun regardless of what his moral compass told him. The beetle rolled onto his back and flipped down his sunglasses.
Today, nothing could possibly go wrong...
[UT1] Sugarcoat suppresses Chromo's Power Level to 50,000.