Post by Hobgoblin on Jul 5, 2006 17:57:07 GMT -5
He had waited for quite some time. His patience wearing thin, His thirst for chaos and destruction becoming persistant, He decided to have some fun on his way in.
The Glider beneath his feet roared to life, as He flew over the ocean surrounding the city in view. Truly, Gotham City was about to get a rude awakening. He cackled at the mere thought, as he flew towards the city, at high speeds...
An unguarded sealine? Oh, I think I'm gonna like this town...
* * *
"BOMBS AWAY!"
The dock workers ran for dear life as the figure flew through the docks, low, his afterburner roaring behind him as he threw the orange platinum spheres at the crates.
*BOOM*
He flew upwards, as the docks errupted in a surge of explosive flames. Turning the glider around, He stepped onto a button, activating the machine guns inside. He smiled with glee as the guns went off, pouring into the tanks of gasoline that were left onto the docks.
Seeing them blast open, near the burning crates, He flew higher into the air, as-
*BOOM*
The entire pier exploded in a massive flame, beneath him. The fire casted an image onto his crimson eyelenses. An image of destruction. An image of chaos. An image of evil.
He cackled, flying into the night as the police and fire department came to put out the flames... But far too late to save anyone. Tonight was nothing. Gotham still had yet to bear the worst of it... And when they would, they would all know the name of their destroyer well.
Sleep well, Gotham. You'll have very little chances left, from now on. If you live to wake, that is!
The Hobgoblin had made his way to Gotham City.
The Glider beneath his feet roared to life, as He flew over the ocean surrounding the city in view. Truly, Gotham City was about to get a rude awakening. He cackled at the mere thought, as he flew towards the city, at high speeds...
An unguarded sealine? Oh, I think I'm gonna like this town...
* * *
"BOMBS AWAY!"
The dock workers ran for dear life as the figure flew through the docks, low, his afterburner roaring behind him as he threw the orange platinum spheres at the crates.
*BOOM*
He flew upwards, as the docks errupted in a surge of explosive flames. Turning the glider around, He stepped onto a button, activating the machine guns inside. He smiled with glee as the guns went off, pouring into the tanks of gasoline that were left onto the docks.
Seeing them blast open, near the burning crates, He flew higher into the air, as-
*BOOM*
The entire pier exploded in a massive flame, beneath him. The fire casted an image onto his crimson eyelenses. An image of destruction. An image of chaos. An image of evil.
He cackled, flying into the night as the police and fire department came to put out the flames... But far too late to save anyone. Tonight was nothing. Gotham still had yet to bear the worst of it... And when they would, they would all know the name of their destroyer well.
Sleep well, Gotham. You'll have very little chances left, from now on. If you live to wake, that is!
The Hobgoblin had made his way to Gotham City.