<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v222/Morkael/Evil%20Dudes/prinny_by_xinometal-d4uz1fx.png_zpshorzic9v.jpeg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>'Hero' Prinny<br/><strong>Title:</strong>Pvt. Prinny<br/><strong>Game:</strong>Disgaea Series / Prinny: Can I Really Be the Hero?<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Jan 18th, 0900<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Killzone<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Instructors<br/><strong>Mentioned:</strong>All<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center">Back at the Netherworld</div><br/>”You are all so stupid and worthless! You Prinnies can't do anything right! I told you to move this here, not rearrange my entire damn room!”<br/><br/>Overlord Etna, one of the most frightening adversaries to all Prinnies. Here they all honestly believed they were doing a good job, the room itself was a mess with things scattered about and now t had been rearranged for the better. That being, everything was placed in proper heaps, including clothing, accessories, furniture; the latter took a lot of effort to pile onto the bed, which was now broken underneath the excess of weight. Which Etna was giving them all a what for by reminding them what idiots they are for breaking her bed and other things. The sweat drops were visible among the prinnies that were gathered and when one boldly reminded her 'we done everything you requested, dood' an explosion followed that left the remaining surviving prinnies shaking on their pegged feet.<br/><br/>”This room better be organized when I return, or you are all going to be sorry!”<br/><br/>Was the last they heard from her as she departed in a fiery fit of rage. Already were the prinnies scampering about, trying to correct things to little to no avail. The one that wore the red scarf, caught eye of something sliding out of the rubble of clothing. ”What's this dood?” He stated as he examined the closed letter. ”A love letter, dood? Blackmail, dood?” He shook the letter about within his flipper, eyeing it carefully as the others around him continued to work. Breaking the seal and further examining it, he begun to read. ”Dood.” Along the lines involving being in danger to take up whatever quest. ”Dood!” He continued as he reached further down after all the information involving the virus and other mumble jumbo. He wasn't sure why it was in Etna's room, perhaps it was for her which was unbelievable that she would do anything to help.<br/><br/>“You better get back to work, dood, Master Etna shows up, we going to blame it all on you.” One of the fellow prinnies reminded him. ”Dood!” Now, given the choice of options, a simple yes could very well mean being free from Master Etna. If he did show up in her place, he wouldn't have to deal with her torturing him. He doubted anything, as grave as this letter may of made itself sound out to be, could be anything worse than her company. A simple press here was all he gave to the 'yes,' besides, if he can become human out of all of it, then surely he would be free regardless.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Many 'doods' were followed from the smoke that surrounded the 'hero,' and afterwards when he vanished. ”Where am I, dood?” He inquired, not to familiar with such new surroundings or the strange creature that appeared to be smaller than he was that directed him to follow, along with the other odd looking individuals in the group. The Prinny tagged along with the rest of the group, pegged feet soundly beating along the floor as he waggled onwards behind them, but not too much to get him separated. Out one object and into another, his black eyes looking around within the strange room that had many things dissected and other experiments. ”Oh man, I should of known this was too good to be true, dood! I'm sorry Master Et-” Such would be incomplete as the creature bid them farewell, doors closed, and things turned to a bright white.<br/><br/>”-na... Dood?”<em>Did I die, dood? This don't look like Netherworld hospital.</em>The Prinny was already looking around, taking in the scenery of what seemed to be a beach. Shortly afterwards, he noticed his pouch was missing and he was, clothed? Flippers prodded at the camouflage material as the instructors went about their introductions. Something about playing a game, something about a weapon in the sea that will eat them, and other things about dying. That seemed to be the gist of it and probably out of the entire group gathered, he might of seemed the most out of place. Still, he wondered what world in the Netherworld this was or were they on the human world now? Maybe this was even Celestial? Well, perhaps not the latter, none of them looked like angels to him, so they were likely all humans.<br/><br/>Deciding to take the next in line of introductions, he stepped forwards, only to flop forwards onto the ground with a thud. What was this sorcery? Body shifting to sit up to look at the boots, before kicking them off his pegged feet. Perhaps they went on about same uniform, though some restrictions should be taken into consideration as far as body may go; it was amazing for the current clothing to even somewhat doll him up properly. The boots on the contrary wasn't going to work at all for a creature of his caliber; that much should be obvious from the way his feet were designed. Regardless, they would have to learn to just deal with it, otherwise such an issue would likely be a continued hindrance if not resolved in a different manner.<br/><br/>Brushing himself off with his flippers, he rose again, standing straight up and presenting a salute with his right flipper. ”I am Pvt. Prinny, dood, I come from the Netherworld! I am here, because nothing can be worse than being back there with Master Etna, dood. I mean, this sounds like a way for me to do some good, not that I am trying to get away from anyone, dood, or doing this selfishly to become human again. Do you have any sardines by chance, doods?” That very salute was something he held as he spoke and continued to hold it afterwards till otherwise addressed. Black eyes gazing onwards to the instructors, keeping whatever pose they may allow, even if he may have to stand this way till the rest were done with their introductions.<em>At least the breeze is nice, dood.</em>He could find many reasons to laze about this area if given the chance.<br/><br/><hr/><div style="text-align: right;">Word Count:1026<br/>EXP:3<br/>XP ////////// (3/10) </div>