[center][img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjgwLmYwMDAwMC5WR2hsSUU5dVpRLCwuMg,,/yananeska-personal-use.regular.png[/img][/center][hr][b]Location:: Antarctica 
Interactions:: N/A[/b][hr][right][i]One Year Ago...[/i][/right]

Hah, so these bitches were supposed to be bona fide MAVERICK soldiers, yet their formation got taken out by a fucking faker! The One even if these fuckboys and girls were the real deal, he wasn't surprised that they couldn't handle the legendary One that was jettisoning towards the glacial beach after nabbing an intact life boat they had stashed with a bunch of other crap on board.

Did he damn a buncha' morons to an icy fate? Maybe. Did it look like he care? Fuck no, he was gonna wreck this sorry ass prototype's ass as he maneuvered the boat through the icy chunks, avoiding slamming into them like the bad ass he was.

The One could only stroke his goatee, thinking back to that one movie that was playing on that TV as a toothy smirk crossed his face. [color=ed1c24][i]"Hell yeah, that's how I'm gonna make my fucking entrance,"[/i][/color] with that thought on the forefront of his mind, he swerved the boat to avoid capsizing it before taking hold of his hat and casting it forward.

And, presto. Snapping his fingers (even though no one is watching), he fired off a barrage of rockets at a specific angle into the ice sheet, ensuring the resulting blast would create a ramp in the process. The One would take advantage of this as he caught the returning hat, increasing the speed of the boat exponentially, until...

[i]Ksshooosh![/i]

The splashing of the chilling waves followed by the scraping of the hull against the ice sheet ensued as the boat soared through the air. Alright then, next was sticking the landing as he turned the high-powered propeller off as the vehicle began it descent, crashing onto the hardened beach with a strange, squishing sound as a part of the hull cracked as it made a rough landing.

It was probably nothing as the boat skid alongside the beach before The One front-flipped out, just as it crashed into some supplies. As he did this, he tossed his hat around, letting it spin around him to knockout any MAVERICK soldiers nearby him.

Yeah, that would show these cucknug...

... gets?

As soon as he caught the hat, he instantly realized there was no gunfire as he placed it back on his shiny, bald head, wiping his fingers across the edge as he analyzed the vicinity. Most, if not a majority of these soldiers were actually dead or bleeding out on this cold, cold landing. Blinking, he turned to look around, finding that there was a thin but fresh layer of blood that coated the ice behind him, with bits of metal and fleshy bits around the area...

... as well as an arm, yikes. The One strolled on over as he pulled a walking cane from his coat and extended the 'lethal' weapon. Pushing up the side of the boat, he squinted his eyes while making a smile o-face upon witnessing the scene.

[color=ed1c24]"Oooh, that's gotta fuckin' sting. Eh at least he made for a badass entrance, even though there's no one FUCKING HERE,"[/color] The One suddenly rose up and shouted, letting the boat come back down onto the corpse's face, smashing and crushing the mushy face even more as he sighed, pinching the bridge of his rose.

Seriously, who did this?! [i]He[/i] was supposed to be the one to kick the asses of Abel's men, not some two-timing, random nobody who had severed these chucklefucks in twain! He swore on Gerard, that if he ever found that sonova bitch, he was gonna blow their fucking world up!

Shaking a fist at the planes as they plunged into the glacial unknowns, he cursed at that nobody who stole the limelight from him before twirling his cane and scanning the area for any survivors.

Well, from what he could tell, some of the men and women were holding onto dear life, and as much as he wanted to stick his cane up Oh-Ones shiny metal ass, he could at least interrogate some of these survivors. At least that was one caveat; after all, survivors were a dying breed.

Skedaddling over to the nearest MAVERICK soldier, The One crouched down and lifted up the man or woman's head, fuck if he knew what some of these people looked like under their power armor. [color=ed1c24]"Hey, hey, who the hell killed your guys asses,"[/color] he shouted into the persons face, disorienting them even further, [b]"Wh... who... you?"[/b]

Great, this guy was useless; he kept heavily breathing and struggling to speak, as if he was on the verge of an asthma attack. Not like it had to do anything with the gaping wound in the side of their gut as The One violently slammed their head back down into the ice as a sickening crunch of their helmet was soon to followed.

There was some other noises they gurgled out, followed by some twitching before they stopped move all together. Well, onto the next person!

[color=ed1c24]"Who the fucking fuck fucked you up?"[/color]

[b]"Don't want... leave-"[/b] [i]Crunch.[/i]

[color=ed1c24]"What thing fucked your asses up."[/color]

[b]"Geugh, blagh, p-pink b-b-bun-"[/b] [i]Crunch.[/i]

This same rinse and repeat event occurred for the next two minutes as The One slammed another helmet into the ice, causing blood to spurt out as the body sporadically flailed before the rest of their life dissipated. Ugh, did [i]none[/i] of these fuckheads know who murdered them?! Jeez, can't believe he wasted his time with these fuck-cabinets.

Scanning the area, there was nary a person left he could really interact with, especially since 90% of them had their heads smashed into the ice when they couldn't answer. Placing two fingers to the sides of his temple as sighing, he turned to glance over at the tower from earlier that had shot MAVERICK (and by proxy and most importantly, him).

Eh, he didn't come here to beat the ass of whoever did this, he was here to beat the ever loving shit out of ProtOh-One for making him look bad! Who did this fake fucker think he was, stealing his name and using it to commit atrocities? Twirling his stick and grasping his hat, he rocketed towards the tower, leaving behind explosions in his wake.