User:Zombie jotuc/The Beginning of The End

the pressure was too much. he had to get out.

he struggled in the tight space that had been his home for centuries. once, it had seemed bug, but now it was small... or he had grown.

the ground began to shake as something passed overhead, and calmed as it left.

what's the use?

he would never get out.

he was trapped,, for-

Boom

what the?

phoompf

BOoom

Ph-Ph-Ph-PhLomph

BABABOOOOOOOOM!

the ground was rocked with the force of the explosions. some kind of battle was in progress.

suddenly, the explosions stopped.

the ground stilled.

there was a slight creak, and suddenly he knew.

two of the tanks above had died.

it wasnt pretty.

but they had been a team, for ages and ages.

what had happened?

no

he had done it

he was to blame.

the rumbling of tank treads started up again, and the last tank trundled off...

nothing to do now.

the tank had no food

his last chance would perish in the grey sands of this cursed arena.

as the days ticked on, it became apparent it had little time to go.

there was constant clanking sounds as its many guns fell off, and its gears creaked and groaned

then one day

it fell over.

screamed in agony as its many guns were slammed into its side.

helpless, confused.

fired its last shot, saved for something else...

and expired.

the flash in the distance was so bright, he had to pull away.

even spectating, he could be blinded.

a rumble, then the sudden screech as the shockwave hit, mere moments ahead of the wave of pure light.

that tanks plan wasn't a bluff after all.

he really did have the level of destruction capable of demolishing...anything.

or had.

a white hot fury engulfed him, and he screamed without voice.

the arena above him began to crack.

and suddenly it exploded.

he jumped out, death in his eyes.

this was not over.

he wa sresponsible.

he had taken everything that day

and now it was time to make him feel the same pain he had felt for centuries.

not long to wait