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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2017 10:31 am
The sun, high in the sky, beat down on the back of the dark skinned behemoth; his muscular physic basking in the rays that poured down from above. The mangy matted dead particles he called his hair, or dirty locks, attempted to flow in the breeze of the sea on which he rode, or rather his large boat road. It wasn't in the best of condition, splintering here and there from what could have either been abuse or a little enemy known as time; regardless, the ship was soon to be. . expedited. .to its just reward, a scrap heap. But for now, it would have to live a bit longer under the rule of the giant that rode upon it; surely, much to its dismay, if it had a conscious. "We've been out here for hours now. ******** hours! Where the hell is some damn land!?" Shouting at the top of his lungs, voice booming across the visibly vast sea. The creature would throw his head back, removing any of the abomination that it called locks from in front of his face; however, not without risk, quickly pulling himself forward as the boat near tipped backward from his hulking body, the creak of the sitting board hitting his ear showing that it could give out at any moment. "Bah, this is s**t. No women. No drink. No land", scooping his hand down to draw some of the water, Galleon proceeded to splash the handful of sea into the black hole of his mouth before spewing it forth, back into the open waters, "DISGUSTING, SALTY a**, SEA! ********!" Throwing his arms forth, punching at the air in seething anger; it wouldn't be long before the giant merely hunched forward, eyes closed, signaling his defeat as the sea always won. "This. . .Is bullshit. . . .And you know it." Murmuring to himself, the sound of seagulls cawing, the man would instinctively drift into a slumber, boredom and impatience taking its toll.
Though, it wouldn't be long before he was roused from his slight slumber; sounds hitting his ear canals that were sweeter than any honey comb, more refreshing than a shower of rain in a blazing, lifeless, desert. These sounds were the sounds of utter destruction, coming from right in front of him; drawing near to the island of Torino. "Grahahaha! We finally made it bois!" Granted it was only himself, he often found himself speaking out as though there was an army under his command, though it could be argued that he himself was an army, standing up to his full height of one hundred feet, near eclipsing the sun from the entire front half of his ship. The feel of the sun on newly revealed small of his back brought great comfort, though the flames of the slowly crumbling kingdom would feel so much better on the skin, and he knew this. It was a thought he reveled in as the smoke billowed upwards, the sounds of metal on metal clashing, the screams of women and children fleeing from their captors, their sodomization, their deaths. It would be almost orgasmic if he was near insane. Who was there to say he wasn't. Only time would tell, and it would tell very shortly.
Only a step from the shore, one of his steps which was easily greater than fifty steps from a simple half-giant, or as he calls them, abominations; Galleon would attempt a disfigured hop from his ship onto the land before him. The stomp of his right foot against the sand was powerful enough to cause a rumbling in the vicinity, shaking those around him as sand reared upwards in a small wave to bury those around the impact zone. "Grahahaha! Don't worry, I've come to protect all from these. . .Foul insects!", kicking a sword wielding pirate across the land in one fell swoop has his booming voice stretched across the land, "Now follow me, I'll lead ya' to safety!" Dashing forth without a moment notice he only had one thought on his mind, being a savior. Turning around, the behemoth would notice the trail of followers trying to keep up. His large steps making it difficult as some fell from the sheer vibrations of his stomps. "s**t, don-!" Turning his full body, he'd extend his hands to it's full length, pointing his fingers forward before waving it behind the amassed crowd, swatting a swarm of pirates that attempted to follow behind and catch any loose villagers like a wolf to sheep that had fallen astray. "Do you think I wouldn't spot your dumb asses!?" Stepping over the citizens, he'd block the rear from the increasing pile of filth chasing tail. "Run my lambs, take shelter and I will protect you." Turning his head to look at the followers behind him, with a small smirk on his face, he'd revel in their shouts of praise as he watched them flee from the combat zone into a large building not to far off. "Perfect," turning back to the filthy pirates below him, standing in a mixture of confidence and sheer terror; it was possible that they didn't run due to being frozen from such a state. "Shame." Raising his massive hand above the crowd, blotting out the sun from their entire beings, he'd gaze down at the last moments of the twenty five or so rubble rousers. "This is the moment. .. When you know you've ******** up. But I'll give you-," swiftly taking his other hand, he'd swat a small group of the twenty five or so pirates that attempted to escape, "You let me finish bef-. . you know what, ******** it. It's ruined. Thank the bastards that tried to run for getting you all killed." Slamming his raised hand down atop the rest of the insects, the giant would heave a gust of air out of his nostrils, a small amount of nasal mucus jetting from his nose onto the pavement below. "Sooner that is. .. As if I'd just let you go. Pricks." Raising his right hand, he'd look at his now blood stained palms, debris that was truly clothing, small weapons, and the organs of the previously living pirates slowly dropping to the ground below. "Now then, back to my sheep."
Slowly moving towards the house where he'd seen his followers take refuge, Galleon would carefully lift the roof off of the building; a group of fifty or so civilians formed by numerous men, women, and children, looked up at him with a bit of fear, not sure what to expect from the risen roof. "Calm down, it's only me." Wiping his bloodied hands on his kilt like clothes piece, the giant would reach his right hand down close to the floor, though smashing part of the wall to do so. "Climb on, I'm getting you all out of here." Now, who would deny such an offer? No one. Safety always came first, the women and children being allowed to climb on first before the men followed, all moving comfortably onto the behemoths hand. "Phew, it's good that you're all safe. I wouldn't want any of those insects to touch my lambs, my sheep." Closing his eyes and giving a smirk, showing what could only be perceived as a large amount of caring, the civilians fell into a state of comfort ability almost instantly, which Galleon immediately took notice of. "I mean. . .What else would I eat if I let wolves devour my flock?" Then it happened, before the civilians could even register what the giant said, they were already begin tossed into the black hole that was Galleons mouth as his gnarly off white, near yellow teeth, chomped down; thus the gate to freedom was closed. This was only briefly though as it opened again, the screams of those that didn't immediately fall down his throat screaming in terror before the crunch of bones echoed out with a gnashing of his teeth. He'd grind the bones, the flesh, the innards all between his teeth before taking a satisfying gulp, blood slightly flowing from out the sides of his mouth. "Fee Fie Foe Fum, I taste the blood of these helpless ones! Grahahahahaha!"
Long slithering tongue, dyed sploshes of red, crawled passed his lips for the world to see, slathering up the stains of blood that moved down the creases of his lips. "Delicious." Turning his head slightly, looking behind him, he'd take notice of an on looking crowd with utter disbelief on their faces, the sight was something he'd seen countless times before, but it never got old."You have something to say? Huh? Speak up, Grahahahahaha!" Turning a full one hundred and eighty degrees, Galleon would shade the group from the sun, disgusting yellows, filled with the remains from his small feast still lurking within the gaps therein. "Think I'm still hungry, huh? Think I'm going to. . .Eat you? Crush up your bones and turn 'em into stew!?" Bending down as he yelled, he watched the group cower in fear, it was as pleasurible a sight as any. Knowing he could crush them right here, at any moment; it was a natural case of the strong preying on the weak, and the giant wouldn't have it any other way, as long as he was on the strong side. "Today's your lucky day. I'm gonna let you all go. All but one of you, that is. Choooooose quickly, Grahahahahahaha! Oh, and just so you don't think of running away, like the insects you are," the mangy haired giant proceeded to, with a wave of his hand, turn any of the reaming surrounding buildings into nothing more than over-sized rubble for which he used as a barricade. "Go on now, and make it quick, before I keep all of you as a travel snack." Snarling as he spoke, his brown ocular spheres focused on the crowd below. What would they do? How would they decide? It wasn't something the massive creature was truly interested in, he merely wanted to be entertained; thus he was.
The group of people, though silent at first, slowly grew into a mass of chatter and yelling. Excuse after excuse as to why they shouldn't be the one to be left. Children, status, laborer; whatever someone thought everyone else wanted to hear, it came spewing forth out of their lips in seconds. There was no order among st the crowd, no one trying to take control. If anything, it was much more like an attempt at a shouting contest than an actual attempt at figuring out who should be left; well, that is until the deliberation turned from excuses as to why one shouldn't go to the blame game. The pitchforks that were their tongues, pointing in every which direction. Rapists, Murderer, Loner, Disabled child, the silent; none were safe. If you had any hint of not being with the majority, you were the minority. And the minorities always lost in this situation. He knew it, because he'd watched the same thing happen time and time again. And like most always, there was one person that stood out among the rest, the black sheep, if you will. "Times up! Bring 'em out, bring 'em out, before I squash you all like the bugs you are!" At his words, the crowd, stopped, before scrambling to one area, grabbing a young women with slightly paled skin, hair as black as the night sky if the moon and stars had all but been snubbed out. Her grunts and pleas of disapproval as she was dragged to the front of the crowd was all to common; she tried to fight, she tried to resist, but the crowd had already made their decision. She was the quiet one, she didn't protest before her time had come, and thus it was too late to fight it now. "Grahahahahaha! It's about time." Just as expected, it was always the ones that were the most reserved that most always chosen as a sacrifice.
Picking the girl up by her long, night black, hair. He'd raise an eyebrow. She was scrawny, her body attempted to curl up as she winced from the pain of her hair being puller, it most likely felt as though it would rip right out her scale at any moment; however, the giant didn't care. She was but a mere play thing, well, rather, a witness. "As I said, you're all free to go," grabbing the girl, loosely, with his right hand, in-between his index and thumb, he'd watch the remaining crowd attempt to walk passed him, that being the only route to leave in, "Oh, I didn't make myself clear. I didn't mean free to go, as in. . .Leave. Grahahahaha! I meant free to go to the god of your choice! I should have made it more clear, huh!?" Giving a devilish grin, the screams would erupt; his massive brown foot slowly being cocked backwards as the weakling attempted to flee."Tell 'em, I sent cha!" And just like that, he released his grip, his foot swinging in an arch towards the crowd as they lived their last few moments in utter terror. Bodies, rather, body parts, were sent flying in every which direction. Arms, were flying. Heads were rolling. Legs were strolling as the upper half of their bodies completely separated from their bottom halves. "Damn, this is good old fashioned fun. What do you think?" Glancing towards the captive caught in his grip, he'd immediately notice that she'd grown even more pale. "Don't tell me you actually CARE about what happens to them?" Bringing the girl face to face with his own, the top left of his upper lip would quiver slightly in detest of the girls emotions. "Come on now! Do NOT tell me you CARE!" Watching the girls face as she hastily shut her eyes, trying to make herself smaller in the sight of the giant, or possibly trying to escape the agonizing shout of the giant as it berated her eardrums. "Insects. I swear. You all are the same. 'Oh, who cares if they tossed me to the side like garbage? Who cares if they thought I was insignificant? I still don't want them to go out this w-'," His anger growing as he spoke, the very thought of what he was saying adding fuel to the flame, he'd toss the helpless girl up into the air, "If you care so much, Join them!" And just like that, her fate was sealed. With the swinging of a mighty right hand, his palm stained with smears of dried blood from kills past, it would claim a new victim; complete liquification, that is if you didn't care to bother looking for the small chunks of meat that came falling from the sky with the down pouring of blood. "You ********> Right eyebrow raised upward, Galleon would heave a heavy air of annoyance through his nostrils as he reflected on the girl, if only briefly. "I can't stand these pest. . . . .Now where's the ******** belli?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 06, 2017 6:41 pm
Phase Three Who dares come against THE Giant!?
Mouth ajar, right hand hung like a claw as it's appendages, the fingers, loosely griped the ankle of a straggling bystander. His saliva veiled tongue wormed about as the helpless food screamed and begged for mercy, for a second chance at life, his tears falling down from his face and dropping on to his tongue to serve as mere seasoning; food always needed a bit of salt every now and then.
"Grahahahaha! A little snack never hurt did it!?" The moment he was done speaking, the giant, plopping down on his rump, loosed the live food to the black hole that was his throat; its screams echoing across the pillaged land, with few buildings left standing.
Dcme
Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2017 10:00 am
"Yare Yare, somethin' is makin' a whole lotta' noise over here and it's really annoying me." The piter pater of a tiny mans feet, average human size, looking no larger than a teenager at that, might not even pierce the giants ears. Slowly he sauntered on in, a single katana at his side while sporting an average Kimono. The only difference a marine insignia lining his back. Such negligence this one showed. Not even closing his mouth when chewing his feed - manners were probably skipped when he finished etiquette classes. Arriving a little ways away from where Galleon currently sat, the marine too took a seat before taking out a cup and a jug. Slowly he'd pour himself a drink while smiling, looking up to the massive man."Oi, giant-kun, wanna propose a toast before we get this thing started?" He'd yell up the much larger man, smiling from ear to ear. Chikami was rather modest after all - no need to just go about attacking without enjoying a lovely drink first.
Throwing his head forward, the mess that he called hair falling over his face, he'd gaze downward through the minute gaps of the thick and lengthy hair to see the small figure sitting so casually. In fact, it was to casual; the small being either had a death wish or the instincts instilled in him from generations past were absolutely right, but who followed those? "A toast? Grahahahahahaha!" Throwing his head back, his voice echoing across the ravaged kingdom, the giant would return the focus of his brown orbs back towards the blonde. "So be it, so be it. Lets have a toast. . .," right hand reaching into his mouth and rummaging around, as though it were searching for something, it'd soon return to the light of day with a white fragment, "to whatever the hell we want, hehehe." Lowering his hand towards the human, he'd be able to get a closer inspection of the white fragment and tell what it was, with even a slight amount of knowledge in human anatomy; a bone, severely damaged. Whether from an arm or leg did not matter, as it was broken, the marrow showing itself to the world.
Dcme
Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2017 5:09 am
The instant the Admiral caught sight of the Giant's actions after proposing the toast gave him all the information he needed, but he didn't change his actions in the slightest. Pouring himself a nice cup of sake, the other hand placed the bottle back within the confines of his robe as the much larger man's fist came down. Eyes closed in earnest, cupping his drink and taking a good long sip. Ahhh. . Sake always made him better about the actions he was to commit - alcohol soothed the soul after all. "Yare Yare, okay, Giant-Kun. I suppose we should get serious. ." Rising, the sudden change in atmosphere would be nodded by the much larger Galleon. Chikami's disposition wasn't one to be trifled with and seeing how utterly vile this being truly was meant he'd have no choice but to deliver True Justice. As he eyed his opponent, a simple leap would follow there after, body motioning as if dancing mid air. He twirled in a flip, foot smashing literal wind to push him higher and higher. An open assault."Fall quickly, Giant-Kun. There are other things on my agenda." From within its sheath, Zenryuuken came barreling, cutting through the space between them in an instant and sending out a heavy crescent slash of force. So powerful it seemed to careen building's, if any left, around it to its waking ability! It had been aimed straight for his chest and when connected, would send Little Galleon off his feet.
Off his feet was an understatement; it happened too quickly to understand but one thing was evident, there was no fight. It was a simple put down of a disobedient dog. The body of the giant rising like a jet taking off from a launchpad, his head would careen back as he began to soar across a part of the kingdom; eyes staring upwards towards the smoked sky. "D-. . .Wh-?" Crash. It felt like a life time but his speech betrayed that feeling, conveying a sense of seconds, he couldn't even utter partial words, body slamming into already damaged houses and boats. As his body rolled across the shore, tumbling across a few pirates as they began to flee from now himself but the coming end, something bigger than he; his mind would go blank. Slowly coming to a stop with his face down in the sand. He wasn't sure what to do. Would he go back to attack? Could he? The giant pondered, and pondered, and continued to do so as he arose and made for his boat. His mind was stuck on whether to try and go for a counter attack but his body had already made the decision to flee, whether it be due to fear, or for self preservation. It didn't matter in the slightest, because he was already off into sea, and there it would hit him.
"I could have died. . . . .And he didn't even try."
Giving off a bellowing roar of anger, the giant would scream towards the unfiltered sky above as he became a mere dot in the distance to Torino.
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