User:Toktz-Ket-Ro

-- Player Character: Glub Flaps --

--- A quick summary of my childhood --- People have come to me, asking for help since I was a small boy, 7 I think. People think of evil when they think of hell. Only the foulest of creatures live there. The truth is, most of the people that you know are descendants of people that live there without even knowing it. The furthest I can trace back is 10 minutes after I was born, of course most of this is still a vague blur. I can remember being surrounded by white hot flames, people were jumping around me, performing some kind of ceremony. They were chanting ancient charms, and ancient curses to those who stood in my path. Of course, what they were doing was a waste of time, as it had no effect what so ever. In front of me was what appeared to be a giant scarecrow, covered in flames. Even the flames looked like they were dancing around. The flames died down after a while. I was breathing black smoke out of my lungs. My eyes were the colour of flames, like a portal to oblivion. My mother picked me up, the next minute I was somewhere completely different. I could not speak basic at the time so I couldn't ask her what happened. Later on I learnt that she could do what was called Teleportation which she had learnt from a race called the Aing-Tii. Although I have surpassed my expectations time and time again, this was one feat which I never did manage. My father was another race from her. He was a human, sent to Hades for his crimes of genocide. His left eye had a deep gash in it, going all the way down from his tear ducts to his lip. Around it, his face was covered in blood. What my mother saw in him I will never know. Still, he is my father so I should not be disrespecting him. Whenever we used to go camping, he tried to teach me how to use my mind to disrupt things; only to ever beat me whenever I failed. Waste of space he was if you ask me, or is that disrespecting him again? The thing he did do however was show me how to build things, like space ships.

--- The earliest stage that I can remember --- I was four and had just designed a miniature replica of an Scyk Light Fighter. "Nice work there son, I don't know if I could have done a better job myself." Which meant a lot to me as everyone knew that he was the best darn shipwright in all of my region. "There I said" after he had welded the last piece to the ship. "Well why don't we try her out for a spin?". "Yeah! Let's see this thing fly!". He picked it up and threw it across the room. It smashed into the wall. My best work had been destroyed. Obliterated into 100 pieces. "Oh... Uhm... sorry son I... I didn't know it would fly so fast." I cried and ran out of the room screaming. On the way out, the door was closed so I punched it as hard as I could, making a dent in it and breaking my wrist and knuckles at the same time. The skin had been scraped off by the wood on the door and everything else protecting my bones was ground off. My knuckles were bleeding rapidly. I screamed and cried even louder. He opened the door and I ran upstairs to my room, screaming.

Later, my mum came up to my room. I was lying on the bed, my sheets soaked with blood. When she opened the door I was still screaming in agony. She looked at my knuckles and said "Now, what's this all about? You can't just go around punching doors, you know that." "He smashed my ship!" I replied, still crying. "Glub, you know you don't have a ship and if you keep blaming your father you never will have." and walked out of the room. "But my wuckles are hurting and my wrist isn't moving" I tried to tell her. "Tough. You'll have to deal with it in your own way. Now stay in here and don't come out for the rest of the night" and walked out shutting the door behind her. I screamed again, picked up the nearest thing to me (which was the lamp next to my bed) and threw it as hard as I could at the door. It smashed into fine shards of glass. She ignored me and continued walking down the stairs. I looked at my wrist again. It was still bleeding so I crept into my parents room and pulled a syringe off their shelf in a desperate attempt to find something that would heal my knuckles. As the liquid inside the syringe went into my hand, I felt sharp stabbing pains in my eyes. Seconds later, a thin green layer of light circled in front of my them. I felt a surge of power. However, it was only later when I realised that the gods had opened up my deep connection to the force. I crept back into my own bedroom and fell asleep.

Whilst I was asleep that night, I felt strange feelings. Feelings that I never wanted to feel again. Yet something told me that I would feel these again, and there was no doubt about it. Fear, pain and anger These were the feelings that I felt. "Glub, Run!" I heard my father's voice scream at me, and I jumped out of my bed screaming to find it was wet, and that I was sweating and shaking. Nobody came to me so I presumed that they were asleep still. Either that or they were still mad at me. I got changed into my spare pyjamas and lay on the floor, still trying to get to sleep. After my last dream it was impossible so I stood up and looked around. 28:74 my clock said. It was nearly morning so I opened my door and slumped myself on the stairs which were about 45 feet in height in the shape of a spiral. Dragging them forwards and backwards; letting myself drop off each step I slowly reached the ground floor.

--- All actions have consequences; especially for Glub --- When I reached the bottom I could just see the first sun inching its way up to the sky and the second was halfway down. It seemed it was finally morning. As I dawdled my way into the kitchen I saw that my parents were already there. "Glu..." My mother started off, the fear in her voice was unmistakable. "Did you take the.." My father tried to finish off, but my mother stopped him by tapping him on the shoulder and pointing at my new hand whilst sobbing "Glub! What have you done?". I realised that they were talking about my glowing eyes as that's what they were pointing at. "You said deal with my hand in my own way, so I went into your room and..." I tried to explain but she interrupted "so you just injected yourself with the nearest thing?" She shouted at me "What if it was poison?". I tried to argue with her by telling her that I thought I could trust my own parents not to have poison in their own rooms, but it made it worse confirming that I snuck into their rooms. For the rest of the week they tried to make sure that I was feeling okay. Later on in life, I was told that this was because by consuming the liquid, I was fulfilling a prophecy of the apocalypse. I became a messiah of the gods to tell the universe that the end of the world was coming. My hand became my burden.. my burden was my curse. By consuming that liquid I was the only one that had real proof that the prophecy was true. This was the reason that the gods had opened up a deep connection, they needed a strong messiah. I spent the next 4 years telling the planet of the doomsday that was ahead. Even with the proof, some of them didn't believe me, but even with those non believers the gods still favoured me.

I was 6. My father insisted that I try swoop racing as it would help me later on in life. He taught me for four hours every day how to race. It took me 4 practice races and 9 real courses before I managed to get into the final leagues. When I reached the final leagues I was extremely excited. I was going to finally race with some of the top racers on the planet. I walked onto the race track and got into my swoop. "Racers! Start your engines!" I fired up the engines, they sparked and flared up. The other racers sponsors walked past my swoop. My flag was a hand bearing the Flames of the messiah (which was a flaming lightning bolt.) When the sponsors had finished walking across I watched the lights and was ready for a two lapped final league race.

1st Lap - The first red light was on green, then the second then the first. I saw the red light and pushed the levers in front of me forward and my swoop zoomed forward. I activated the auxiliary thrusters forward and the swoop went into 5th gear. I was in 6th place out of 43. "Oh no, a couple of demons have set up a camp on the track." The announcers shouted through the comm-link expander. I had to steer around the balls of fire they were throwing. 6th gear, I zoomed into 3rd place whilst everyone was distracted. I raced on and saw the new lap flag. Firing up the secondary boosters, my swoop's velocity was soaring.

2nd lap - there were only two people standing in my way now and the person in second place was only a few feet away. From what I saw, the sun caught the lead racer's metallic pod and reflected behind him, knocking me off balance. The person in second place was caught off guard and went flying into the side and destroying his swoop, giving me 2nd place. I flicked the remaining two switches, the primary boosters had ignited, and the nitrogen tanks were burnt up. My swoop flew up into the air and landed in front of the last person that i needed to overtake. The fuel tanks were nearly empty!. I spotted the finishing line so I transferred the kinetic energy from the whole of the race into fuel, giving me enough to finish. "Glub Flaps has won!" the announcers boomed as my swoop flew past the finishing line. "Oh my gosh Glub has won! The crowd is going wild!" they screamed and I ground the swoop to a halt as my fans ran onto the course to congratulate me. "Nice work, Glub. How does it feel to be the youngest racer to ever win?", "What are you going to do with yourself now?" and "Glub, did you ever stop believing?" Were only a few of the questions I received from them. I walked over to collect my winnings which was 80 thousand credits.

--- The end or the beginning? --- I was eight at the time. I had just finished telling the world about doomsday. By then a lot of people were calling me crazy, but even more of them accepted that their time of passing was near. It was night time: 24:86 the clock next to my bed said. "Glub, wake up son" my father whispered. "What is it? it's too dark to be morning already" I groaned. "Hush up, save your energy for the journey ahead." I did what he said and pulled myself out of bed. I walked past the window next to the stairs. Smoke was bellowing out of the tops of burnt out buildings. Flames were roaring from the bottoms of newly formed ruins. The sky was supposed to be pitch black, but it wasn't. The sky was flashing orange and there were red clouds hanging over the land further than I could see. Huge fiery boulders were crashing down from the sky and destroying anything in their path. I ran down the stairs, holding my father's hand because I was scared. We opened the front door at the bottom and stepped out. It felt like a heat wave, like someone had switched on a gigantic heater and the air was blowing straight into my face. I could smell the smoke trying to infest my lungs. I could hear screaming all around me. I felt everyone else's pain around me. "Glub, run on to the chapel; I need to go back for your mother!" my father told me. I did as he said and ran. The floor shook, I turned around to see my father crushed by our own house. A meteor had struck it which smashed the whole thing onto him. "Father!" I screamed. I was full of aguish and despair by now, my father was dead and I hadn't said a single nice thing about him in my life. As for my mother and I, it didn't matter; the planet was being bombarded by oversized rocks. My heart was pounding, as if trying to leap out of my chest to safety. It was then that I felt a huge tremor beneath my feet; the planet was starting to give way! I fell to the floor and everything around me fell silent.

A pain unlike any other surged through my scalp causing my to lose my breath. I thought it was hopeless, but no. That was my youth talking, I didn't have the experience of my elders to keep me going in desperate times. I had no idea of what was really destined for me. "Were the gods mistaken in choosing me?" and "Did any of my past experiences matter anymore?" were only a few of the questions which raced through my mind at that moment in time. Another meteor shrieked through the air, giving a hefty whallop to a nearby building. The jolt was enough to make me start and brought me out of my momentary lapse and into reality. I clutched my chest, gasping for breath as I choked on dust and ash: hacking and spluttering the foul fumes of the newly formed meteorite. I began crawling on both hands and feet, still gasping for breath; determined to prove my own will, not to any other survivors but to myself. At the church there was a portal waiting for those who were favoured enough by the gods. It was a swirling pit of fire, although it was cold. The chaplain was there to greet me with open arms. He had forseen this moment and welcomed it, like a long sleep after a really long day's work. He ushered me towards the mixture of gas and liquid. I jumped into the portal. It was like jumping into a freezing lake of water, although it was more gas like. All of a sudden my body was squashed into what felt like a tiny tube. It was hard to breathe, a second later I re-appeared on a sandy surface and hit the floor with a thud. I lay there for a few minutes getting to know my surroundings. It was still hot... like a desert. I realised that I was on another planet.

--- A savior at last... But who? --- "Medic, Over here, stat!" I heard a nearby voice ordering to a trooper. My vision faded out from there as I fell unconcious from my fatigue. I woke up to a faint humming sound coming from a nearby object. As I groggily shifted my eyes across the room, I noticed several tables containing foreign equipment which I had never seen before. Next to my bed, a droid stood several feet tall; its eyes engaged in reading a screen which hung above my head. I tried to sit up but rushed the process, causing my blood to rush to my head once more. My head spun around in my mind, causing my body to slouch backwards from stress. "Sir, I would advise you to stay calm and not move much during your stay in the AB-2L21 Air infirmary," the droid spoke whilst continuing to read the monitor. "Your body has sustained several fractures which require medical attention. To be frank, it is a miracle granted by the living force that you are still amongst the living." However, my foolish young self refused to believe that I was incapable of fending for myself; Pulling myself up (and letting out a few choice curse words from the pain), I struggled to gain an advantage over a petty bed.