Put yourself in Eggman's shoes.
You create thousands of world-threatening robots, an army capable of toppling nations in less than a day, superweapons that make Metal Gears look like action figures.
And yet none of them can kill this one little blue anthro thing that, for some unfathomable reason, loathes you and everything you stand for with such burning passion that it tears through all of them in the blink of an eye, all in a dogged pursuit to see your end.
And now, after you've fled across the globe, to the point where you flee off planet, hoping you've finally escaped, the blue menace somehow pursues you here too. And your latest creation didn't even faze it. And now you're standing there, with those cold, vicious, black/emerald green eyes glaring at you murderously.
You don't stop to ponder reality. You don't ask yourself if you can take him head on. You run. You fucking run.
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Trollanort
Mar 15, 2018 at 03:46PM EDT in reply to
Mr. Nobody Returns
Mar 11, 2018 at 04:50PM EDT