Marshall developed from humble beginnings from the largest active volcano on the planet Zenthar II in the Traxas galaxy, raised in the fantastic gold steeped mountains of Dilthor and the the blood colored rivers of Golian. It would appear that Marshall was like any other Hexatridracti, four-eyes and napalm stomach acid. Though if there was one thing that made him distinct from all the other Hexatridracti it was his irrational need and want for the human delicacy known as pizza.
On the planet Zenthar II pizza was but a myth, an old fairy tale, of a food equipped for a two-headed fire breathing god. The other Hexatridractuses often persecuted and teased Marshall about his dream for no one had been on Earth since the great Zenthar war of 12348.3201. In the wars conclusion all technology to reach the planet had been locked away in the Deep Schism of Horrible, Unsightly, Things That Can Only Be Referenced Vaguely Through Narration. Though on one planet cycle Marshall could no longer restrain his anguish for pizza any longer, and had ventured into the schism. Marshall would have been engulfed by the continuing darkness if it was not the fact that he had a florescent factor in his bloodstream, illuminating the darkness with his veins. Marshall soon located an abundant supply of material to construct a spacecraft, he knew how to do this for he had relinquished an evil Apatis wizard on the third trans-dimensional cycle before, as a reward Marshall had devoured the wizard and earned four-fifths of the Unlimited Knowledge of the Universe.
Unfortunately before he could begin construction he was attacked by a super Cerberus, which is like a regular Cerberus which were humongous devil dogs from the depths of space Hades, only with double the heads. Luckily though as an assistant manager battlelord Marshall had the ability to will a fire sword into existence. Marshall tried to behead the beast, though this was a misguided act as the super cerberus was too ferocious for his sword, Marshall was tossed across the cavern like a rag toy. Defenseless Marshall had no choice but to call in his last favor from his friend Super Mecha Shark Face, though he had a somewhat bland personality, he was an able fighter. Shark face whooshed into the battle and confronted the Cerberus, though arrogant and trigger happy Shark face began firing his laser bazooka frantically. So much was the destruction of the caverns that the schisms walls began crumbling, falling debris had been scattered abundantly on the terrain crushing almost all the material that Marshall needed for his rocket. As the cavern remained heavily under fire the schisms caverns were constantly morphing with every explosion. With each boom! and kaboom! Marshall heard, much like the doppler effect the sound of his dreams were fading as they were moving further from his mind. Then as rocks began falling on it’s heads, the super Cerberus began smelting the stone with the fire beams from it’s eyes, though because of this, the caverns were no longer collapsing and now the space was much more open. No longer constricted by the spires of oppression that had hindered Marshall’s air combos, he began stringing together a ridiculous and sick amount of attacks such as the Raging Wapantrobeast or the Newtonic Decimator.
It was obvious that the super Cerberus could not take Marshall’s sick moves as it crashed into the ground of the schism. With that done Marshall had taken the heads of the super Cerberus to the Ganaxtaro Delta Malice Quadrant volcano, which was infused with holy abilities which then endowed Marshall with a form of cosmic radiation so spectacularly illuminating in its vast aurora of crimsons, golds, bronze, and seizuric greens giving Marshall more power than any mere Hexatridracti could ever have procured through mere circumstance. The lights slow fading gave way to a glorious chorus song by the sirens of the 83rd North Star in which a concurrent spectacle performed by the majestic Aerospace/Aquatic Dolphins of Canaxa VI filled the air with their luminous and exalting divine urine, causing a rainbow rain of many different colors to honor Marshall’s new...promotion to Manager Battlelord. Which not only provided him with the devastatingly powerful Quadra-dimensional sickle mace of Polistro XXV, but an impressive raise as well, and better 401k benefits. Though feeling the story’s escape from its main purpose Marshall came back to the devastated schism to construct his rocket.
As he was building his rocket Marshall’s friend Shark face whooshed to see him, and if Marshall’s head hadn’t been blown off or anything. “Yo bro, what’s up!?” said Shark face, “hey man haven’t seen you since the super Cerberus what did you do after we defeated it?” Marshall asked. “Oh you know man, I surfed the golden seas of Xancrolosia, played some chords with the rocker deities of space Valhalla, then I went home and had dinner with the wife and kids.” “How is Sheila anyway?” Asked Marshall. “She’s pregnant with baby 3,162, 152!” Shark face had said. “Congratulations man, I don’t know how you deal with that parenting stuff?” Marshall had asked exuberantly. “Its all about balance man, you have to find a middle ground between what you want in life and what you need in life.” With that well implanted message put very subtly by the talented writer of this story, Marshall strolled back to his space apartment, then Marshall began speaking to himself as if he had contracted some kind of strange form of paranoia, though don’t worry as this is clearly for the convenience of the story.
“It had been a month after I and Shark face had defeated the super Cerberus, today was Toraxamas, which was a day of spiritual atonement that was placed on a pagan holiday. With my rocket almost completed I could just taste the soothing pizza within my stomach. Though my mind began to wonder, I began reminiscing about my first Toraxamas, I was still in my mother’s womb so I remembered it perfectly, my father had just dismembered the pinkie of the majestic Lizardcorn, and my mother had decorated it with the radiated innards of a Chracosaus Mecalcor Worm. I remembered I got exactly what I wanted from my parents that year...my father gave me several chromosomes and my mother gave me several chromosomes. This process repeated itself for numerous other Toraxamases til I was born. To assume that my life afterwards was conventional would be an understatement, my father had expected me to be a broker at the stock-exchange, so he pushed me to go to business school, where we battled each other with suitcases to the death, though it wasn’t for me, I preferred a laser battle mace. I quit school and when I went back home my father did not even look at me...you know because he had lost sight in both eyes. So he had tried to talk some sense into me.” “Son I know that business is not your passion, but I wanted you to follow it because in the end I knew you would get...” “The mythical magical pizza?!” “No son I meant a prosperous life.” “...But eating the pizza is how I’ll have a prosperous life, right?” “Son you have to choose what you want out of life, you can either have that fleeting want that might never fulfill you, or you can have what you need and live satisfied knowing you accomplished something truly significant.” “Why can’t I have both!?” “You can’t do that son!” “Why not? Its not fair!” Marshall’s anxiety had broken him out of his flashback, before he knew it he was in a cemetery weeping over a tombstone.
All of the sudden Marshall’s father had shuffled near him. “Son I know you enjoy randomly weeping on tombstones, but I must say son it’s quite creepy.” Marshall and his father stumbled over to the bench by the tombstone, they sat there in silence until Marshall broke it. “Father I’m leaving for Earth tomorrow.” “Son think about what you’re doing, have you even taken out a life insurance policy on yourself, you know in case you die in a terrible rocket ship accident?!” “Dad stop trying to scare me, you know I removed that emotion when I purged myself in the Traxmofian Valley of Forgotten Echoes!” “You have to decide Marshall what you...” “Want, I want pizza!” Marshall interrupted. “No son, you have to choose what you need...” Just then the sky became sullen and and dark, and within minutes an army of super Cerberus were falling onto the planet surface. They had come to avenge their the death of their fallen comrade, and they were willing to tear the planet and its inhabitants apart to do so. As acting Manager Battlelord Marshall forged the Epic Quantum Sword of Superiority, this combined with his pleasurable attitude gave him 100+ attack. Marshal sheared through hundreds of super Cerberus, but more and more kept coming until Marshall was overwhelmed. The Hexatridracti army all but fell to the ferocious and unreasonable monsters from the depths of space Hades. All of the sudden when Marshall was to be eaten his father riding on Shark face’s rocket arm dashed him away back to where Marshall’s rocket was being built, then Shark face exclaimed “dude you have to get out of here and get to Earth, the super Cerberus are gonna be like total jerks and break the rocket!” “Son its alright, you tried your best, now you deserve to get what you need in life, get your pizza.” Marshall’s father had said as earnestly as someone could while their planet was being destroyed. Marshall paused then got in the rocket and activated it, blasting off into the air.
The rocket made laps around the super Ceberus, as it was powered by a nuclear core, the most powerful yet volatile energy source in the universe, if it were to become unstable it would decimate every molecule in a miles radius. With this Marshall cautiously piloted the vehicle, and activated his weapons systems, using the quantum laser array Marshall disintegrated the super Cerberus one by one, in a fantastic surge of Deus ex Machina. Just then Marshall received a telepathic message from his father, “son you have to get off the planet you’re wasting your nuclear core, you’ll never get to Earth!” Marshall replied “dad I am on the other side of the planet right now, you know my telepathic plan doesn’t cover international calls, do you know how much you’re costing me right now, besides there are just a few more of these guys left, I should have just enough to obtain the pizza afterwards...” Just when Marshall was about to complete that sentence a super cerberus knocked him down, Marshall had almost depleted his whole core just to stabilize himself. Marshall knowing that the remaining energy was all he had left to reach Earth, instead headed towards the schism leading the the remaining super cerberus into the deep plunge, as he descended deeper and deeper into the Deep Schism of Horrible, Unsightly, Things That Can Only Be Referenced Vaguely Through Narration. The control panels flickering lights had indicated that the core was at 1%, then knowing that he was miles deep in the schism Marshall overloaded the core, the explosion generated disintegrated everything in the schism, sparing the surface of Zenthar II and its inhabitants.
In the end Marshall had sacrificed his dream, his ship, and more importantly himself. Though in his final seconds before overloading the core, Marshall was overcome with a feeling of satisfaction that could’ve only been achieved by a courageous and self-serving act of fulfillment. For all though Marshall did not get his pizza in the end, his heroic act would overshadow the fables of pizza and two-headed fire breathing gods. Marshall had been immortalized in the hearts of all those who persecuted him in his childhood, he had become the dream that other Hexatridracti wished to devote themselves to. That in mind made Marshall’s last telepathic message to his father more potent, “because it was needed” played back repeatedly in the head of Marshall’s father, and while him and Shark face would be the only ones who ever knew of this message, they both took it to make the lives of others better. Shark face upheld Marshall’s heroic mantel and promised to defend the Hexatridracti of Zenthar II, while also leaving time to spend with his family. While Marshall’s father took the blueprints of the rocket, and created a science foundation devoted to one day developing the needed materials to build rockets that could transport the no longer anxious Hexatridracti, into deep space where Marshall’s dream would live on.
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