The Retirement Circle Beatdown [Open Challenge]

But I thought they didn't want to set foot in a place that so offended their super fancy sensibilities. They're obviously accustomed to forums that are made of solid bitcoin and serve caviar and have butlers to edit their posts for them while they do fuck all for ten years or whatever.

He promenades through a torrent of spatial dynamism. The Turbulence that exists within the calm between planes of existence? Serve as the short cuts and junctions through which he moves and find destinations. These destinations are at random, with no particular similarities between them except that they call to his nature. A being drawn to power, actual power or the belief of such, for even belief serves as nectar to would be Gods, fortifying their immortal lives and might for seemingly eons and eons to come. Moths are drawn to flames to dance in their light. Find comfort in the flame. Direction in the darkness, but he, is The End. Where there is a flame, he will extinguish. Where there is life, he will bring upon it inevitable death. He is an absolute source of dissonance to resonance. He is the Son of Oblivion, it's most beloved first born taking his first steps onto this plane of existence, the large plate armored boot stepping out onto and crushing the hardened surface cursed with bearing his weight. It's a repeated instance until he comes to a stop and dismisses his subjugation of the forces in play that procreated the aperture in the first place, allowing it to close behind him and leaving the entirety of a 15' Titan who's greater characteristic and details for the moment were veiled beneath an over abundance of runic cloth, that seemed more alive then simple cloth.

A tradition, eons old, massive lungs heave in a surplus of unnecessary air and exhaust it through his nostrils. Lungs so powerful, a body so thermally active that the act of breathing literally compresses and heats the gas which exists as steam. Sampling the conditions of the environment which would innately trigger adaptations best suited for his optimal performance here. As it seems he would have touched down within city limits, life in abundance. Active civilians whom now slow down and take notice of the Titan in enshrouded in veil in the middle of the street. So much activity. So many lives. So many minds, thoughts and souls. From within the darkness of the hood that that lifted upward, two glowing eyes, (1) jewels from the pits of hell wildly aglow as his mind reaches out to seize hold of the Quintessential sequences responsible the binary-law here, all the while finding symmetry with the bio-static sphere generated by the synaptic activity of living creatures, and encrypting those connections..

If his presence wasn't felt...it would be shortly.