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Numerous open archways at ground level lay all about the gigantic circular establishment, landing spectators and participants alike on the sheltered cobblestone track that runs all the way around the building. Stands for refreshments, fighting gear, shirts and posters, and other Gaian Tenkaichi Budoukai paraphernalia are stationed all about the track. If one does not wish to partake in the festivities, one can go straight to the heart of the colosseum by first following the first archway through which one chose to enter and then stepping on through to the next, which leads to the stadium: stands that span all sides, inclining sharply downward toward the sandy arena where they end at one hundred feet above the floor. Ramps and stairs provide access to higher and lower levels.

The sound of souls from special made, spanish shoes could be heard, tapping constently at in time with one another down one of the existing archways. The noise of the soul echoed sharply down the archway and into the large, circular room that most populated, its format laid out directly to please those of incomers for the tournament. As the male presence made his way down the thin, but long archway, the tapping sound was slowly becoming more audible after each step. Suddenly an outburst of quick tapping feet rattled the walls of the hallway, shrouding the atmosphere of the surrounding area. It sounded as if the being was now taking small strides, gathering speed into a straight sprint. The sound was somewhat brilliant to listen too, the mind trying to estimate the opening entrance of the male, who he was and why he was here, even though most of those questions were already answered.

As the noise of the echoing foot-steps became too audible for the ear drum as the sound echoed through out the circular room more than a few times, the natural, human-like reaction would be too step back and wait a minor time length until his arrival, though the sound simultaneously dissapeared once the thoughts of this entered the patrons of the establishments mind. Now all that was heard to the human ear was the quiet sound of scrapping, rubbing materials creating the force of major friction. If those who were quite nosey were to take a look down the hallways, that of small, but illuminous sparks would be emitted from the feet height of the mans shoes. The man instantly arrived through the threshold, into the main establishment area.

"HELLO!"

His voice roared out, echoing into the circular room as if shrouding the area with his intimadating voice, the deep tone and crackle finishing the emerged sound. Rattling and shaking the thin walls of each dividing hallways that seperated the large room into quarters.

Standing before those that publically entered the area, he stood fascinated by the beautiful sight of 'The Heart of the Colloseum'. It was magnificent, the sights of that around him, the beautiful craftery that those who created this arena put; time and effort. It was just amazing in all words described, perfect if Knux would say so himself.

___For some unknown reason, a fairly large douche (with legs, arms, and all of that jazz of course) appears in the Heart of the Colosseum. The creature begins to make its way through crowds of people; the douche tries to find its purpose. Many odd or disgusted looks stain the faces of fans as the "cleansing" device bumps into random people, objects, ect.
___After hours of searching, the douche finally finds its goal: a lone booth, which is covered by an offwhite blanket. It shuffles over to it and removes its covering, revealing a horrific sight: Ertai paraphernalia. A shitload of Ertai Vexic paraphernalia.
___Can you say, "apocalypse?"
___The vaginal cleaner hops behind the booth. It sets out a few Vexic dolls (only $39.99! Get your's today!) on the small platform in front of him and begins to fiddle with the cash register. After it admires the t-shirts and such for a good five minutes, a mouth appears near the top of the douche. "Get ya' ********' Ertai s**t!" it screams, its voice sounds rather English and awfully angry, "Ertai loves ya', and is indubitably the greatest fighter in all of the Known Universe! Get his new collectors items before they're all gone!"
___The walls of the booth suddenly light up, this exposes strange, new Ertai items, such as dildos signed by Lord Vexic (and probably used by him, too).

He was eating. Not only was he eating, but he was eating everything and anything that he thought his stomache could dissolve, and then some. The tanned male in garbs of dun would be found at one of the various vendors which provided refreshments and other assorted foodstuffs for those present. He'd already cleaned out three similar vendors and his insatiable hunger simply could not be stopped. He downed hotdogs and pretzels without thinking of condiments. Though when he did consider them he simply ate them whole, containers included. Screw the fact the ketchup had been attached as a pump to the cart itself.

((>.< I meant he was dressed in clothes the color of dun (not dung), ie brown.))

The rather plain man looked up towards the woman charging at him and swallowed in the moments after she declared her position. When she drew close two things would become painfully clear to her senses. The first was that the man smelled absolutely horrible, as if his tan was a stain left upon his skin by swimming in raw sewwage. The other would be the sound of a crackling flame that hung in the air around him. She hit his stomache with a fair deal of force but he did not double over, nor did he throw up that which he had been eating.

His eyes twitched for a moment before he passed gas, the smell immediately around him intensifying as people went running in all directions. They would, however, quickly fall to their knees as pain wracked their body. The offensive woman would find that if her body had the ability to process food and generate fecal matter she would find herself in the same predicament. It was not based on whether or not a subject actually performed the act of disposing of their own waste, just the biological capability. There were many magi who had found ways to dispose of such refuse before it exited the body, but the ability for its creation remained and thats what mattered most. If the woman had any such matter within the tail end of her digestive tract it would quickly begin multiplying in volume tenfold and tenfold again. If she didn't, however, then she'd just have to put up with the smell and the dangers to come.

((Nah, I just didn't feel like writing it out at the time. brown trenchcoat, t-shirt, cargo pants, and boots with crusty brown hair.))

From those that had doubled over the smell began to rise, and with it came a flow of some rather nasty human waste. It was his prefered medium, and now that it was quite clear that his attacker wouldn't succumb to his ministrations easily he'd have to smackabitch. The blade is smacked from the air and stuck to an oversized hand before it reels back to swing towards the woman in a rather disgusting backhand. Did... did it come out of his a**?! He seemed to be relieving himself all over the floor, the partially fluid flow soon to mix with that of other nearby victims.

He seemed perfectly content to go back to what he was doing, digging through the vendor's stand he was currently at to retrieve another handful of frozen hot dogs. He seemed happy as a clam as he began to devour them one at a time, steam rising from his lips as they seemed to cook inside his mouth. The hand built of human waste began to grow in size and harden, the smell becoming less prominent as an arm and torso began to rise from the fecal matter. Slowly it seemed a man of s**t was being built.