Re: The Glorious Championship! [S3G5] [Round One: The "Denny's"]
04-24-2011, 04:32 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Pick Yer Poison.
Lightning lanced through AMP's metal cloud as he considered his options. Why am I here? Who was that man? What is "death?" Unfortunately, his memories, fractured as they were, held no answers, and he quickly decided to stop asking himself questions he didn't know the answers to. One thing was clear to him: he had to survive. He wasn't sure why, but he knew there was no question that he was created to survive. To be destroyed was to fail, and AMP knew he was not designed to fail.
A security camera and a camcorder on the exterior of his inner shell blinked to life and began moving around, taking in his surroundings. He was used to the urban environment, having spent several weeks in one just before being abducted, which gave him a comforting feeling. He spotted a sign with a single word written across it in big yellow letters - Denny's. That must be what the man was talking about. Closer inspection revealed that there were three creatures next to it - two humans and the giant centipede that had been earlier introduced, Gaurinn. AMP crunched a few numbers and decided that the odds of survival drastically increased if he gained a few allies, with a diminishing rate of return as the number of companions approached n, where n was the number of contestants still alive.
AMP began spinning his outermost pieces of metal around his core, kicking himself off towards the entrance of the building. As he closed the distance, he noted that Gaurinn was, for some reason, carring the typewriter, Etiyr. This reminded him that he had no way of communicating with anyone yet, something he had never had a need for. He veered towards the drive-through and collided with the menu sign, knocking it off of its stand and removing the speaker from the top. The speaker, along with the sign's metal pole, continued on with him, trapped in his magnetic field. AMP attached the speaker to himself and bent the pole so it wasn't as obtrusive, then made his way towards Gaurinn and Etiyr, who he deduced were engaged in some form of debate with the guards. As he rolled up to the group, the talking stopped as everyone stared in confusion at the rolling cloud of floating metal. A tinny voice came out of the speaker. "Hi! I'm AMP! Can we be friends?"
Lightning lanced through AMP's metal cloud as he considered his options. Why am I here? Who was that man? What is "death?" Unfortunately, his memories, fractured as they were, held no answers, and he quickly decided to stop asking himself questions he didn't know the answers to. One thing was clear to him: he had to survive. He wasn't sure why, but he knew there was no question that he was created to survive. To be destroyed was to fail, and AMP knew he was not designed to fail.
A security camera and a camcorder on the exterior of his inner shell blinked to life and began moving around, taking in his surroundings. He was used to the urban environment, having spent several weeks in one just before being abducted, which gave him a comforting feeling. He spotted a sign with a single word written across it in big yellow letters - Denny's. That must be what the man was talking about. Closer inspection revealed that there were three creatures next to it - two humans and the giant centipede that had been earlier introduced, Gaurinn. AMP crunched a few numbers and decided that the odds of survival drastically increased if he gained a few allies, with a diminishing rate of return as the number of companions approached n, where n was the number of contestants still alive.
AMP began spinning his outermost pieces of metal around his core, kicking himself off towards the entrance of the building. As he closed the distance, he noted that Gaurinn was, for some reason, carring the typewriter, Etiyr. This reminded him that he had no way of communicating with anyone yet, something he had never had a need for. He veered towards the drive-through and collided with the menu sign, knocking it off of its stand and removing the speaker from the top. The speaker, along with the sign's metal pole, continued on with him, trapped in his magnetic field. AMP attached the speaker to himself and bent the pole so it wasn't as obtrusive, then made his way towards Gaurinn and Etiyr, who he deduced were engaged in some form of debate with the guards. As he rolled up to the group, the talking stopped as everyone stared in confusion at the rolling cloud of floating metal. A tinny voice came out of the speaker. "Hi! I'm AMP! Can we be friends?"
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