Day 32

Mood: Ughhhhh

As much as Gig craved destruction he didn’t want to blow up anything. Something was wrong with him, even though he was a god there were things not even he could explain about his mood. Though being a god has nothing to do with being aware of one’s feelings, though he believed he was omnipotent. He was not popular amongst the other gods, they called him a stupid and silly nihilist though it was bred in his nature to destroy. His ego was altered to suit his role, humanity wanted a god like him so he was created. Sometimes he didn’t understand it himself, how can such a weak race create something so powerful that with a flick of his fingers an entire continent can be decimated. It made him angry, then again many things made him angry. One was his name, Gig meant absolutely nothing, the other gods had names like Opalescence, which means to be untouchable, Paradigm was a tern used in advance science, Jester and Harlequins were human terms for clowns and Odelia was the name of a character in a ballet who deceived a prince and caused two lovers to kill one another. Gig was an abbreviation, for giga which meant a large amount. But what was he a large amount of? Destruction, chaos, anger, stupidity, aggression, despair? It all confused Gig, he wasn’t made for such higher thinking. He only wanted a mushroom cloud float by a crushed army. He thought if he made Tsubaki that he’d be complete, she did help his pain but he felt sorry for her. Her name, unlike his meant something, it was that of a flower without fragrance, that when it wilted, its petals were ugly and horrific. He pitied her, he created her out of a fit of rage and sadness. He hid it with his facade of being a mad man but it didn’t ease the pain inside him. From the way his face looked on his throne in the land of his own creation, a world of death and cataclysms, he looked sorrowful and sickened. He did not enjoy what was going on around him, the war. It had nothing to do with him, and his opponent was no match for him. As a mime Jacoban could only copy his allies’ actions and thus, his powers were futile without them around. Gig saw no contest. Gig had all the destructive power the world could offer him. Why did Eden decide to chose him to fight Gig, he should’ve been fighting Justice, his darkness surpassed Darkside’s. It would’ve been a fight of epic proportions, the earth would shatter and the skies would crackle and thunder. It was almost an euphoric feeling. But maybe there was a way of doing that. If Justice was around during the fight, Jacoban could harness that power. But to what affect? Gig pondered. Would it be the real thing or subpar because Jacoban was not used to the dark arts. Gig maybe wondered if Jacoban could use multiple powers at once. What effect that would bring. Gig then started to smile. His fangs showed and pieces of a cracked mask scraped against his skin as his muscles stretched. He wanted him to fight like that. But how was he going to do it? Maybe he would give him a helping hand, some of the other warriors on his side wanted to help the enemy, but that was only a select few, like Adrian, Cornell, Sora or Deathscythe. Would he be considered a defector? What would Tsubaki think, she was kind an understanding, an odd characteristic for an Artificial Causality Weapon. Le Cage was emotionless and Alice was a complete sadist and was manipulative. Genome was just odd and Dizzy scared everyone she laid eyes on. He had doubts but he called her anyway.

“Tsubaki!” He called out and she appeared behind him in a cloud of smoke, like a ninja. Like Silk or whatever the girl was called on the other side. “I want you to give assistance to Jacoban the mime.” Gig ordered. Tusbaki raised an eyebrow.

“Are you sure sir?” Tsubaki asked.

“I’m pretty damn sure.”

“May I ask why?”

“Because I want the fight for my life because I don’t want to die on my knees, I want to die on my feet and fire in my blood. You got that Tsubaki?” Gig made himself clear and Tsubaki smiled and nodded her head.

“Yes sir, I completely understand.” Tsubaki said and she disappeared from sight. Gig stood up, his shirt blowing in the wind. His depression was over, he got what he needed. It was time for him to go to work.