The rush of pleasure and comfort from battle heats my ice cold heart. The feeling is nearing its peak. One can only do the same over and over without feeling the excitement shrink. The darkness of boredom closes in but suddenly, wait, what is that?
Shrieks from the back lines as some maggot attempts to hurt my sweet baby Jeff and his alien friend Mantis.
This problem had occurred before, with a so called “King”. The Wakander is what I call him in the group chat. Now some freak dressed in red, claiming to be the devil wants to attack my friends?
A new horizon of opportunity had finally come. All the boredom of destroying The Wakander countless times, the little samurai woman, and the space cowboy. Any who want to attack my sweet Jeff will pay.
Jeff surfaces and points me in the direction of the red freak. Attempting to tear his atoms with my psychic beams the blind man deflects everything.
ENOUGH! I AM EMMA FROST.
This was simply a blind man in a cheap costume. Not fit to even lick the bottom of my designer heels. Not fit to scrub Jeff’s poop tank. And he dared to attack my supportive acquaintances?
As the freak moves towards me I grab his little neck, staring into dull clouded eyes burning with fear and submission. Slamming his head into the steel supports of the wall. He screams in pain but rises to his feet. My favorite part. With a final attempt he rushes me and I let loose my specialty move, kicking his candy,
