It was unusual for Zim to've been cooped up in his base for too long. Usually, he was out with a new plan to take over Earth at least every three days, given time for preparations and stuff. He'd been taking a fine-toothed comb to his base while trying to figure out why his AMAZING. IRKEN. TECHOLOGY. couldn't get a stupid reading on this hideous...dome..thingy. That somehow had weather--he'd have to figure out how this was possible and replicate it--ANYWAY.
So after he had seen a thread on the public forums about this crazy fog, Zim found himself suddenly outraged. Earth was HIS to conquer, and he wouldn't tolerate anyone else trying to interfere with his mission. He THOUGHT he made this clear with the Planet Jackers, but apparently not, so a good butt-whooping was in order. Zim put on his wig and contacts, and marched out of his house, sneering and glaring the entire time while grumbling, snarling, and sometimes even kicking and thrashing when his temper spiked. With the integrations of the Journal to his PAK and base, he easily found the named store and just barged right in, the door slamming open to reveal a very angry, very annoyed ball of dysfunctional Irken insanity.
Even the first night he was here, setting up base, he didn't pay it any mind..Zim was too narcissistic and thought the human race too stupid to care how people were looking at him as he set up base. As long as no one accused him of being in-human, all was well in his book, so he didn't notice the fog until it was mentioned on the message board.
"WHO DARES TOUCH THIS PLANET AND MAKE THE HUMANS CRAZY!? ZIM DEMANDS ANSWERS!!!" The dysfunctional little Irken yelled at the top of his lungs. Oh so obnoxiously, he yelled, after entering and marching right up to the counter to scowl at whomever.
"Samples! I need samples, and then you can all be amazed as I cure this PUNY attempt at a pitiful pandemic!~" But that anger quickly dissipated, the obnoxious, grating yell turning airy and almost pleasant from the narcissism that dripped from his high-and-mighty, demanding voice as Zim stood up straight and tall, hands on his hips like he was the best thing in the universe. Cause he was. All 3.8 feet of him.
[[ ooc: :|a My bad. I got used to the brackets from 200+ comments on a thread in d_m. It took ALL. DAY. and Jen pointing out the brackets is what was wrong with my post. Sorry for the EPIC. FAILURE. moment. ♥ I think it's fine now. If not, lemme know. ]]
Aw yeah, this just got real.
So after he had seen a thread on the public forums about this crazy fog, Zim found himself suddenly outraged. Earth was HIS to conquer, and he wouldn't tolerate anyone else trying to interfere with his mission. He THOUGHT he made this clear with the Planet Jackers, but apparently not, so a good butt-whooping was in order. Zim put on his wig and contacts, and marched out of his house, sneering and glaring the entire time while grumbling, snarling, and sometimes even kicking and thrashing when his temper spiked. With the integrations of the Journal to his PAK and base, he easily found the named store and just barged right in, the door slamming open to reveal a very angry, very annoyed ball of dysfunctional Irken insanity.
Even the first night he was here, setting up base, he didn't pay it any mind..Zim was too narcissistic and thought the human race too stupid to care how people were looking at him as he set up base. As long as no one accused him of being in-human, all was well in his book, so he didn't notice the fog until it was mentioned on the message board.
"WHO DARES TOUCH THIS PLANET AND MAKE THE HUMANS CRAZY!? ZIM DEMANDS ANSWERS!!!" The dysfunctional little Irken yelled at the top of his lungs. Oh so obnoxiously, he yelled, after entering and marching right up to the counter to scowl at whomever.
"Samples! I need samples, and then you can all be amazed as I cure this PUNY attempt at a pitiful pandemic!~" But that anger quickly dissipated, the obnoxious, grating yell turning airy and almost pleasant from the narcissism that dripped from his high-and-mighty, demanding voice as Zim stood up straight and tall, hands on his hips like he was the best thing in the universe. Cause he was. All 3.8 feet of him.
[[ ooc: :|a My bad. I got used to the brackets from 200+ comments on a thread in d_m. It took ALL. DAY. and Jen pointing out the brackets is what was wrong with my post. Sorry for the EPIC. FAILURE. moment. ♥ I think it's fine now. If not, lemme know. ]]