A flash of alien color lit up the sky, washing the dark clouds in epileptic, neon flames. With a terrible crack and an almighty gust, space itself split open and from the innermost depths of the multiverse two huge forms forms tumbled forth. The first to drop out of the rift landed in a low crouch, a rush of harsh white smoke billowing about the hulking silhouette. An eerie and complete silence fell upon the large clearing in the forest. Slowly then did the figure stand, in a single effortless motion. Streamers and tendrils of mist clung to the vast being as it rose. Moments later, the silence was broken. A distant chorus of ancient heroes from eons past echoed faintly throughout the land as the smoke cleared.
Pure unadulterated muscle. Lean muscle that rippled under his flesh like the waves of the ocean. He had muscles on his muscles. Feet Muscles. Finger muscles. Muscles in places that muscles should not be. A grisly body resembling tanned granite that might as well have been chistled by the gods. Bulging veins, thick and course. Tendons like steel cords. Fingers like blunt iron rods. Long, sinewy limbs crafted for naught but the deliverance of phenomenal destruction. Innumerable scars in all shapes and sizes coated his body. There must have been hundreds upon hundreds. Where the scars did not cover him, coarse manly hair thick and strong like steel wool did. A great dark gray beard speckled with the blood and bone flakes of his foes flowed down his freakishly striated chest in thick, oily waves reminiscent of the River Styx. From it emanated the very stench of death and graverot, every bit as inescapable as his lurid glare. Within the primordial human's single eye burned an undying flame, sizzling hotter than the arse-winds of Satan himself. The Lord of the Rising Sun had come.
But then the clouds parted and the epic atmosphere all vanished and whatnot. Now in broad daylight, it became evident that the towering man's expression had changed from that of fiendish intensity to the epitome of moronic confusion. The brute glanced quickly about, his bushy brows furrowed in concentration as he took in his surroundings.
He stood over seven feet tall, and likely weighed in at a quarter ton. Upon each forearm was a massive bracer, crafted from some kind of gleaming blue metal. He was apparently missing his left eye, for he wore a black patch over it. He stroked his beard, nodding slowly as if he understood now what had happened.
"Hrah! Not remember this place, does Gonad. Strange hole in ground not lead to ground pigs at all! On other side of world must it go."
Then did the second being enter through the dimensional rift...
Pure unadulterated muscle. Lean muscle that rippled under his flesh like the waves of the ocean. He had muscles on his muscles. Feet Muscles. Finger muscles. Muscles in places that muscles should not be. A grisly body resembling tanned granite that might as well have been chistled by the gods. Bulging veins, thick and course. Tendons like steel cords. Fingers like blunt iron rods. Long, sinewy limbs crafted for naught but the deliverance of phenomenal destruction. Innumerable scars in all shapes and sizes coated his body. There must have been hundreds upon hundreds. Where the scars did not cover him, coarse manly hair thick and strong like steel wool did. A great dark gray beard speckled with the blood and bone flakes of his foes flowed down his freakishly striated chest in thick, oily waves reminiscent of the River Styx. From it emanated the very stench of death and graverot, every bit as inescapable as his lurid glare. Within the primordial human's single eye burned an undying flame, sizzling hotter than the arse-winds of Satan himself. The Lord of the Rising Sun had come.
But then the clouds parted and the epic atmosphere all vanished and whatnot. Now in broad daylight, it became evident that the towering man's expression had changed from that of fiendish intensity to the epitome of moronic confusion. The brute glanced quickly about, his bushy brows furrowed in concentration as he took in his surroundings.
He stood over seven feet tall, and likely weighed in at a quarter ton. Upon each forearm was a massive bracer, crafted from some kind of gleaming blue metal. He was apparently missing his left eye, for he wore a black patch over it. He stroked his beard, nodding slowly as if he understood now what had happened.
"Hrah! Not remember this place, does Gonad. Strange hole in ground not lead to ground pigs at all! On other side of world must it go."
Then did the second being enter through the dimensional rift...
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