Waiting to be commanded. You know what that's for? Chumps.
As the sun rose on the big day, the good people of Galactica begin to go about their morning routines only to be interrupted by a bellowing roar and thunderous footsteps rushing down the streets.
"ZEEETSUUUUBOOOOOORRRG!!!"
The source of all this racket? A twenty foot tall monster with a single glowing red eye in the center of the huge metal lock it had for a face, dressed as a football player rushing through the streets knocking aside everything in its path. At the end of its run it strikes a pose, slams the massively oversized football it's carrying into the ground hard enough to leave a crater and lets out another triumphant yell.
A yell that's followed by a laugh from up above as Nebulae's prime slacker floats above the scene leaning against a purple cage encasing an unconscious young man, his dream locked away by dark magic and his despair fueling the rampaging behemoth.
"Nice rush, Zetsuborg! Now go ahead and show them what you're really made of."
FIRST
As the sun rose on the big day, the good people of Galactica begin to go about their morning routines only to be interrupted by a bellowing roar and thunderous footsteps rushing down the streets.
"ZEEETSUUUUBOOOOOORRRG!!!"
The source of all this racket? A twenty foot tall monster with a single glowing red eye in the center of the huge metal lock it had for a face, dressed as a football player rushing through the streets knocking aside everything in its path. At the end of its run it strikes a pose, slams the massively oversized football it's carrying into the ground hard enough to leave a crater and lets out another triumphant yell.
A yell that's followed by a laugh from up above as Nebulae's prime slacker floats above the scene leaning against a purple cage encasing an unconscious young man, his dream locked away by dark magic and his despair fueling the rampaging behemoth.
"Nice rush, Zetsuborg! Now go ahead and show them what you're really made of."