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Re: Mini-Grand 5105 (Round 2: Game Planet Dome #421) - GBCE - 09-28-2011
Originally posted on MSPA by Niall.
Re: Mini-Grand 5105 (Round 2: Game Planet Dome #421) - Woffles - 09-30-2011
Originally posted on MSPA by Wojjan.
Re: Mini-Grand 5105 (Round 2: Game Planet Dome #421) - GBCE - 09-30-2011
Originally posted on MSPA by Niall.
Re: Mini-Grand 5105 (Round 2: Game Planet Dome #421) - Dragon Fogel - 10-30-2011
Originally posted on MSPA by Dragon Fogel.
Jordan Smith was terrified. How was he supposed to survive this?
Oh, sure, he'd set a few hunters on fire, but there were still too many of them. Not to mention that he still had other opponents...
He was doomed. Doomed.
He kept running, until he collided with Conte.
"Oh! I'm sorry, madam!" she said to Jen. "Are you all right?"
Jen had fought hard, but she'd taken a lot of blows. She was on the verge of death. Weakly, she looked at Jordan's body some feet away; she regretted killing him. Fantha wasn't so shaken; to her, the boy was just another meal. Or perhaps a ride off of Jen's body, as it was about to give out.
And then it did - by Vandrel Reinhardt's blade.
"Such a pathetic girl, relying on an inferior creature for life," he snarled through his helmet. "And you're next. I don't know what precisely you are, but it's clearly not human."
He raised his sword to strike again, only to find it pulled away from him. Turning, he saw AMP floating towards him, his massive blade now little more than another piece of metal in its magnetic pull.
Soon his armor joined it. His body couldn't handle the strain as his armor was pulled in every direction. It was a painful death.
But before AMP could process the meaning of its kill, Vulm'mram'vuul had readied Blaze and Subjugate. He fired his plasma cannon at the mass of metal, reducing the entire creature to molten slag before it could react.
Vuul was pleased. He had served his new God well.
He put away Blaze and Subjugate, and took out Rend and Dominate. It was a more fitting weapon for the prone creature before him.
But suddenly, she vanished. Where had she gone? He could not see her anywhere around his head.
Vex smirked. The Alvum was a powerful foe, but being able to see all around himself was of little help with an illusion blocking his senses.
Now I can destroy him, Vex found himself thinking. He knew it was Magog's influence. He knew the dangers if he gave in.
But he did regardless. His corrupted arm soon tore through Vuul's armor, catching the Alvum by surprise. Vuul was ripped apart by the possessed god, never knowing who had dealt the fatal blow.
Parsley was shocked. Even in the depths of the illusion, he could sense the demon's power before him. And it was growing stronger. He would have to move quickly.
He grabbed the corrupt arm, and concentrating intensely, he began turning it to bread.
Vex tried to stop him, but the demon hunter was unshaken, and kicked the satyr repeatedly.
Several minutes later, Parsley collapsed, victorious, but exhausted.
It made him an easy target for Lutherion's minions. The necromancer cackled at the death of another of his enemies, and prepared a bone splinter.
He had no time to throw it, however, as Cedric stabbed him from behind, pulled out his sword, and then trampled him.
The monster was defeated. Cedric was pleased. Soon, he would be victorious.
And then he heard the noise. He pulled the reins on his horse quickly, but it was too late. The Ouroborous had descended upon him, and they devoured both Cedric and his horse in moments.
But they weren't prepared for the chainsaw tearing through them. With so many in one place, Brooklyn easily sliced them to bits, and more importantly, their eggs. Her metal body was immune to their feeding frenzy. The few that survived would die either to each other or to the end of their life cycle soon enough.
Brooklyn wouldn't last that long. Konka Rar had used her preoccupation as a chance to prepare a lightning spell. It shorted her out, and she fell to the ground. Then, a drop of darkness covered her motionless body, inflicting terrible pain upon her very soul.
Rar laughed. That chainsaw had given him trouble for the last time.
The lich was more right than he knew. Gadget, enraged, gave a soul to the lich's arm, and realizing its master's nature, it pointed itself at his skull and fired a laser, vaporising him.
Gadget, pleased with himself, suddenly found himself smelling a sweet aroma. He was in such a state of joy that he didn't even notice as Reudic sucked the nutrients out of his body.
Moments later, the plant received a taste of its own medicine as La Aguja del Dolor filled its mind with a sense of its plant peers accepting it. As it rejoiced, Muriego sliced off its vines and hacked away at it, finally stabbing its main organs.
By the time he had finished, though, it was too late. Pope Triumphian was upon him, and he swiftly devoured Muriego the heretic and his heathen idol.
Sirius couldn't take it any more. That this oversized reptile was the leader of an entire cross-planetary religion... It was like some kind of cruel joke! The angel set himself ablaze and flew at the Pope, tackling him and punching with his mighty gauntlets until the beast was felled.
Little did he realize that Vyrm'n had gone feral. In her wild state, she simply wanted to destroy... and Sirius was the first being in her path. He was torn apart by the Entropic without warning.
Saint Scofflaw laughed. The feral Faceless was a threat, it was true; but she was no match for his brilliant new invention. He fired it at her; to an observer, it would simply have appeared to be a cloud of iron filings. In fact, it was more intricate than that; the iron simply provided the matter to paralyze her, and weaken her. Slowly, she fell still. Then, gradually, she became more like her surroundings, turning into a lifeless blob of grass and iron.
Aph stared at Scofflaw as he laughed. She loved him! Why did he spurn her so! Angrily, she shoved her sword through his newly-invented weapon, demanding to know why he loved it more than her. Before he could answer, she stabbed him through the heart, and he collapsed to the ground.
Aph was drawn to tears. Why did it have to end like this? Why?
Adelaide saw the despondent nymph, and patted her in comfort. Then she bit Aph's head off. It tasted so... sweet.
Simphonia, to the extent she could understand what had just happened, was shocked. She whistled around the rusalka's head, as if to ask what she thought she was doing. Adelaide tried to brush the notes aside, but they refused.
Then they closed in. They were rather sharp. B sharp, to be more specific.
James Raven saw his chance. Using his energy arm, he grabbed a handful of musical notes and tore them in two. Simphonia was so disoriented, she had barely mounted a counteroffensive when she ran out of notes.
Then Annaliese panicked, grabbed the pastry in James' hand, and shoved it down his throat. He choked to death. She breathed a sigh of relief. At last, she was safe...
And then she was on fire.
Jordan glared. This girl... this pathetic girl! She was the only one to stand between him and victory? Impossible! She would pay for all she had done!
And then Jordan, and the hunter, slowly burned to ash. Conte could only look on helplessly. Why had brave Jordan given his life for her? She cried a tear for him. She couldn't waste his sacrifice.
Re: Mini-Grand 5105 (Round 2: Game Planet Dome #421) - AgentBlue - 11-02-2011
Originally posted on MSPA by Agent1022.
Re: Mini-Grand 5105 (Round 2: Game Planet Dome #421) - AgentBlue - 01-09-2013
Originally posted on MSPA by Agent1022.
WARNING: ABNORMAL PROGRAM TERMINATION.
[color="#FF0000"]This program has performed an illegal operation and will be shut down.
Bugger.
In an ever-changing cascade of mutability, the iterations of Cameo breathed, bled, spewed, leaked, exploded, evaporated, lived their last.
Bloody hell.
Conte was content. The penthouse was hers to use and abuse as she saw fit, indefinitely. She leaned back in the hot tub and let bubbles massage her back. “A bit more around the shoulders, please, Tom.” The masseuse nodded assent as his experienced hands soothed away the aches in her back. “Yes, some rosemary oil would be amazing, thanks for asking.” Carefully she poured a thimbleful into the shot glass before her, and knocked it back. She wiped her mouth as she set the glass back onto the bar. “So you were saying?”
...Conte - not you too.
The walls were moving in closer. That wasn’t possible. She had to stay alive; she had to! She stood up, and hit her head on the limo roof. “Sorry. Driver! Driver, drop me off right here, please.” Carefully Conte stepped onto the first stair, looking up into a first floor that wasn’t there. “Christ.” Turning, tuning, a deadly dance with a canon cannon primed and ready to fire, fire! Conte blanched as the man beside her stood up and shouted; the crowded theater pulsed, surged as one horrifying, living thing that lay dead on the sahel as she chambered a new round and stole a glance back at the jeep to ensure a clear right-of-way; “Jackass!” she screamed out the window as she swerved back into her lane, looking on with satisfaction as the offending speeder crashed into an embankment along which her train sped by - she’d just missed it and she turned and there was nothing behind her no more canons
no more realities to run to
no more running
(for president? Candidate Conte pounded her podium before multicolored banners, but the cameras showed nothing)
no more
nothing left
Nothing left. Perhaps it had never been. How could you tell?
ABNORMAL PROGRAM TERMINATION
Dead! They’re all dead!
Stasis. Rumbling roars of time complaining against its anchor went unheard as time’s river plowed ineffectually against - stasis. One: the world exists in an everlasting moment. Zero: it does not.
Dead, alive, perhaps never having been at all anything other than a doubly-quarantined imaginary lark in the dark. Smoking kills, you know.
My lover stands on golden sands. He’s dead. So are the sands. So is the Image. But are they now? A fighter’s spirit cannot be quenched, nor satisfied, nor crushed or ground into silica grains.
Doctor, I’m hearing voices.
Don’t be silly. I’m one too.
Meow. Sleep now. Count backwards from ten, and seven says you won’t reach six. Dream a little dream of me, kitty-cat on your lap, a little nepetalactone wouldn’t go amiss for this. Passage to the worlds is worth a little catnip, isn’t it?
Magnets! How do they work? They don’t.
Calm. Calm down. Everything will be fine. Keep calm, and carry on. Don’t worry, be happy. Enjoy the moment. Remember to have a next. Stay calm, close your eyes; sleep, perchance to dream.
I can only imagine...
ABNORMAL PROGRAM TERMINATION
Yes, this is quite bloody abnormal if I do say so myself.
Multiplica, prolifera, symbiotic swing. Logistic mapping says damping is key to an ODE, so see - population swells, and sinks, and E > k, and dips below equilibrium, a billion dead, what’s a few more? And from the light whence light shall shine forth the Eagle of Patmos, menu: psilocybin all day, every day. Strife rife in the streets, eats you for dinner and leaves you in the gutter, butter on that toast? Most people wouldn’t look twice they’re not nice, for Chrissakes, let me be! Let me die in peace.
Of course not. Have some life.</color>