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Trashspawn45 - Cryocine Reference — Description
"Everything is at peace. The blades of tall grass sway only to the wind's command. November is a pleasant season for the wild turkeys to roam and frolic. A male turkey gobbles as it see a female walked by, dancing trying to impress her to no avail. Why did she keep walking? 'Cuz ADMINISTRATOR BADASS IS COMIN' IN WITH THE PYROSTATIC DESTABLIZER!," Suddenly the male turkey burst into bright red flames, scattering the other's about the medow. The administrator laughed admiring the wide smoking barrel on his latest weapon, "Thanksgiving dinner! How'd ya like that, Marie?"

The Attendant was sitting down leaning against a nearby tree, no doubt doing a sudoku puzzle on her clipboard. "Impressive, sir, but aren't you supposed to shoot it and THEN cook it?"

The puzzled administrator raised an eyebrow. "You... can't do both at the same time?"

"No, sir."

"Did we bring any non-explosive weapons?"

"No, sir, you requested specifically that you wanted to 'blow some shit up'."

The administrator smiled at his attendant. His black parka swayed in the breeze with the grass. His most recent encounter with the cryocines left him with a scar running across his face. Marie offered to get rid of it but he denied, justifying that it's a reminder that he wasn't flawless. "Lovely day though, isn't it? Nice cool breeze that smells of... sulfur? No that's my fault."

She giggled a little, "You almost sound like you're beginning to get sick of vacation."

"Who? Me? No!"

"You're lying. I can tell, sir."

The admin rubbed the back of his neck. "This... laid back stuff. I can't stand it. I need the action of... of two gods going head to head in combat... and... the crowds screaming for more... and Tycho... and... Skithix..."

He felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to Marie. "It's ok," she said, "Let's go home, shall we?"

They turned around and started walking down the street. After all, the stadium was only 4 blocks away. The attendant decided it was a good idea that the administrator took a break for a while. However, he refused to go far, not liking the idea of being away too long. So they just rented a hotel (yes. The entire hotel.) and just spent a few nights off of work. As they crossed the road, a man opened his car window. "Hey! You're that administrator guy!"

"Yeah I know I'm ugly," The admin said without looking back at him. Normally, a large amount of people flocking to get a view of the multi-billionaire would bother him. Recently, he hadn't cared much whether people saw him or not. "Hey, Marie. Let's cut through here," He said pointing down a dark ally, "It's faster and we keep a low profile." They trudged down the allyway, very carefully.

"Sir, we're being followed. I can sense them."

"Stay close."

"Right behind you, sir."

Suddenly, they were surrounded by gang members, all wearing leather jackets. "Well well well, look what stepped into our alley way," the man in the middle said, "The multi-billion dollar prick and... Hello, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" he flirted, seeing Marie. Her facial expression didn't change from her serious look. He grabbed her arm as she smacked his face. He felt the red mark on his face and smiled. "Oh yeah! I like 'em fiesty," he grabbed at her again. She brought her knee up into his crotch, smashed the clipboard on the back of his head, and gave him a sharp, flying jump-kick to the face as he looked up, sending him back against the brick alley walls.

One of the other gang members just looked at their leader and stared in rage at the attendant. "Hey! That bitch took out Rocko! Kick her ass!" She moved forward slightly to take them on but was backed up by the wave of the administrator's hand. As the first gang member reached the two, he felt like he had 4 metal tubes stuck in his gut. He couldn't have been anymore right.

"Big mistake on your part. I'm running late," He said as the barrels started to spin, "Our of the way." Only the sound of bullets flying at 400 rounds per minute and the screams of gang members as red holes appeared in their bodies could be heard as the new version of project meka lit aflame. By the time it was over, the alley way was strewn in blood. The pair lightly stepped over the carnage. They rounded the corner out of the blood strewn alleyway and turned to the DNA restoration chamber just as the previously deceased gang members tumbed out. "Don't try me again," he scolded, "Next time you won't be so lucky. Understand?"

"We understand! Just don't kill us!" Rocko said.

"Good. Now get out of my sight," he looked over at the alleyway they came out of as there was blood dripping from around the corner, "And clean up your damn carcasses!"

"Y-yes! Yes sir!" they yelled as they ran down the alleyway.

"You didn't have to be so hard on them," Marie said when they were gone, "They were kind of weak."

The admin wiped some of the blood on his coat. "Yeah well they messed up my favorite jacket," The admin's cell phone rang, "'Ello." he responded cheerfully.

"Administrator," Skithix pleaded over the phone, "We have people all over the city literally pounding on the door for more events."

The administrator thought long and hard. "They can't sit a WEEK without me can they?"

Marie raised an eyebrow. "You're not seriously thinking about going back to work NOW, are you?"

The admin smiled. "Skithix, my old cryocine friend, tell them what they want to hear."

The cryocine gave a deep chuckle on the other end. "Right away, administrator."

The admin turned to Marie. "Start rounding up the fighters," he said as the small jet pack nozzles popped out of the shoulder blades of his parka, "I'm off to resurrect the stats from last year." The nozzles ignited and the administrator blasted off into the wide open air.

TO BE CONTINUED IN THE NEXT TOURNAMENT