He's alright, our Gum
EXP: 24,290, Level: 6
Level completed: 62%,
EXP required for next Level: 2,710
The sun beat down, it was a beautiful day. Our hero, the supervillain, felt so good, like anything was possible. Hulking bulk induced by magic vein juice gave the freeway runner the leeway to be a gunner. And he was gunning alright. A toxic waste hulkster, he was gunning it down 441, flipping cars and transfer trucks out of his way and into the cerulean skyscape. Fire, steel, and blood sloshed in his wake. It looked like waves... crashing on the beach. Rock 'n' roll rattled the rhythm of apocalypse into his supercharged psyche.
"There's something good waiting down this road," he roared back, doubling the decibels of his fodder. "I'm picking up whatever is mine." And whatever was his. Whatever it was. For one desperate moment there, childhood crept back into his memory. The sad sack supervillain had been raised on promises. And if he had to die trying, he had one little promise he was going to keep.
Last edited by Gum do Mugu; 10-16-2019 at 08:32 AM.
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