Q, Jr. (provokestheborg) wrote in colligo, @ 2009-07-11 00:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | !gameplay, !ic |
EVENT #04 - BEGIN!!!
Junior was bored and boredom, when it came to a being such as he, was never a good thing. Especially when said being happened to find great thrills in creating as much chaos as possible without incurring the wrath of the Continuum and/or finding himself smack dab back in that stupid petri dish. And in a place like Colligo there were plenty of thrills to be had, if one was creative enough.
The problem was, there were almost too many creative things he could do. While Amanda may have talked him out of dropping a carnivorous beast or two in the city streets, that didn't mean he didn't have other ideas. An invasion of the Borg, for instance, could be fun to see. As could Species 8472. Or possibly one of the other multitude of threats, most of which the likes none of the bipeds in the city had ever seen.
Still, he could practically hear the speech his father would give him if he took the Borg route. The same would likely go for a fair majority of the other ideas, as well. Junior supposed he could understand in a way, too, even if he didn't want to admit as much. After all it wasn't very fair to put everyone directly in harm's way just for his own amusement. And while he wasn't quite as focused on fair as the rest of the Continuum, he did hate that petri dish.
That didn't mean he couldn't do something to the people being collected within the city however. As long as he avoided doing something that would most assuredly cause their immediate harm, he wasn't breaking any of the 'rules' (which were honestly more like guidelines if he was being honest) that he was expected to follow. Which meant he could sit back and enjoy the fun without the consequences that always seemed to follow.
With a grin, Junior immediately realized just what he could do, too. Something that even his father would appreciate, he was certain. Something that wouldn't cause direct harm yet would certainly prove amusing. It would also stop a fair majority of them all from complaining for a decent bit of time, too. Yes, he had a perfect idea, he decided from his perch on the rooftop of the Grand Library.
He peered out at the city with his arms crossed in front of his chest and a smirk upon his face. "Let's have some fun, my little bipeds. Shall we?" he mused as he unfolded his arms. A snap of his fingers later, and his plan was in motion. A few changes to timelines here, a couple of age alterations there, and now the fun could really begin.