Amoxi Raj started out just a wee small kitten kat. One day in the sewers of a great abandoned city he stumbled across a mysterious canister of golden ooze. He began to drink, shooting shot after shot of glittering gold god nectar. Before Amoxi knew it, intoxicated by the golden 4th dimension, a transformation dug in; a manifestation of it. Instantaneously, his teeth grew stronger, longer, and sharper. His mouth felt dangerous, swarming Ginsu knives rooted atop elephant skin gums. His arms and legs cracked in 7 divine locations. Lifting his little kitten kat body atop bloody and terribly painful predatorial stilts. A super model of genetic mutation. Amoxi felt his voice powerful. His eyes ablaze with full akashic memory. Once calm fresh water daze, now bud green and golden flake. Super hero form. Warrior $hit. His claws dug into the sewer below him, the pipes above him vanished, vanquishing his subterranean prison. And in a whirl pool of spirits and mystical golden dust, a tornado of moxy love transporting his newly formed Bengal chassis to the street side above. A cape of kinetic energy flowing; Strawberry Pop Tarts, a sparkle flowing delicious; whipping Gambit solar flair winds; his Ultra-Violet form evolved. There standing on a carpet of human skin he was Shiva, strike that, the opposite. He was him; Wonka. His mind of hers, of his, of all that ever was and that is. His tiger striped prison bars met dynamite july snakes; a ferocious pitch; of levitation.
Posted on: Fri, 09 Aug 2013 20:39:45 +0000
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