RE: The Big Damn Fight- SIGNUPS OPEN
06-18-2016, 08:00 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-18-2016, 08:40 AM by Hellfish.)
“There are not enough,” a slug burbled reproachfully. “There are too few.”
“Whateverrrrr,” the Abhorrent said. It had been experimenting with autocannibalism; it was somewhat less. It coiled its tendrils peevishly. “I tried for several minutes. Bounce off my dick.”
It formed a thought and released it, letting it fly through the fabric of time and space. A great mouth-like hole formed above its squalid carpet and five beings and a laptop fell noisily through, landing in a puff of ancient dust. A few promptly began attacking its nest of crooked limbs.
The Abhorrent counted with a curled claw, then re-counted, arriving at a different total. It scratched its hair. “I am going to send all of you somewhere to kill each other. It might be hard. I might just kill all of you anyway, but if you win, you can go home. If you lose you get killed. If you win maybe also still get killed. ”
Those entrants bothering to look up found their eyes sliding away from the Abhorrent’s slowly undulating form. It wasn’t particularly hazardous to look upon; it just radiated a sort of fundamental ickiness. It brought to mind a mammalian Bobbit worm, or a swollen many-legged blimp, or a miasma of star-riddled fog. Little furry slugs crept peacefully over its body like benevolent ticks. It loomed like an unemployed thundercloud.
Marblish eyes swept over the small crowd of attackers with colicky passion. It waved a spindly claw. “Come on, knock it off.”
The Abhorrent lost interest in what it was saying and coiled pettily for a few seconds.
“This,” it said suddenly, plucking Peppi up by the cloak, “is a frog, frog-thing. It’s got a big knife. That is a headless money robot, this,” it batted away Noise, “is some teen loud monster, this is a lizard from space-hell, that is a number box-numbers. ”
Peppi stabbed a slug with her dagger. The Abhorrent coughed unfavorably. “Last is a pink demon stink child. I forgot some. I’m Margot.”
A bouquet of chitinous arms descended upon the contestants like swarming mangroves and swept them up. The Abhorrent’s piscine visage gazed blearily upon them. Noise punched it in the eye.
“Robots,” the Abhorrent said, “Lots of them.”
With a great puff of its breath they were gone, falling through the vastness of the void. A scene was opening up beneath them: growing larger and larger-
“Whateverrrrr,” the Abhorrent said. It had been experimenting with autocannibalism; it was somewhat less. It coiled its tendrils peevishly. “I tried for several minutes. Bounce off my dick.”
It formed a thought and released it, letting it fly through the fabric of time and space. A great mouth-like hole formed above its squalid carpet and five beings and a laptop fell noisily through, landing in a puff of ancient dust. A few promptly began attacking its nest of crooked limbs.
The Abhorrent counted with a curled claw, then re-counted, arriving at a different total. It scratched its hair. “I am going to send all of you somewhere to kill each other. It might be hard. I might just kill all of you anyway, but if you win, you can go home. If you lose you get killed. If you win maybe also still get killed. ”
Those entrants bothering to look up found their eyes sliding away from the Abhorrent’s slowly undulating form. It wasn’t particularly hazardous to look upon; it just radiated a sort of fundamental ickiness. It brought to mind a mammalian Bobbit worm, or a swollen many-legged blimp, or a miasma of star-riddled fog. Little furry slugs crept peacefully over its body like benevolent ticks. It loomed like an unemployed thundercloud.
Marblish eyes swept over the small crowd of attackers with colicky passion. It waved a spindly claw. “Come on, knock it off.”
The Abhorrent lost interest in what it was saying and coiled pettily for a few seconds.
“This,” it said suddenly, plucking Peppi up by the cloak, “is a frog, frog-thing. It’s got a big knife. That is a headless money robot, this,” it batted away Noise, “is some teen loud monster, this is a lizard from space-hell, that is a number box-numbers. ”
Peppi stabbed a slug with her dagger. The Abhorrent coughed unfavorably. “Last is a pink demon stink child. I forgot some. I’m Margot.”
A bouquet of chitinous arms descended upon the contestants like swarming mangroves and swept them up. The Abhorrent’s piscine visage gazed blearily upon them. Noise punched it in the eye.
“Robots,” the Abhorrent said, “Lots of them.”
With a great puff of its breath they were gone, falling through the vastness of the void. A scene was opening up beneath them: growing larger and larger-