RE: Cloudsea
06-15-2017, 11:45 AM
Wake up. Wake up! C'mon, C'mon. You can do this! Just wake up!
It moves closer. It's movements are unnatural, like someone designed this creature without a clear understanding of how muscle worked. Everything it does cause it's entire body to creak and clank and you could almost believe that it's going to shake itself apart with the next step, but never does.
A sharp, searing, hot light, and suddenly you're being lifted off your feet, stumbling backwards as your hearing dims out not from firing your weapon, but being incredibly close to the point of impact as the shell explodes against the shambling horror. Thankfully enough, you land on your feet, and you stop. RUN. You stare into the flames as you shakily slip another shell out of your jacket, loading it into the weapon...
With a screech of metal against metal, a limb flails out and crushes your weapon in it's grasp, threatening to pull you into the fire as it pulls itself out of the fire... Well, most of it, anyway. You've managed to destroy it's legs, and the closer you look, it appears to be leaking oil that is making the fire worse. You stare at it and find yourself oddly drawn to it's terrifying structure, wishing you had brought a sketch pad or-
Oh yeah. You should probably run, huh.
You turn away and start to move, when something- probably the creature- strikes you on the back, knocking you flat and sending you sliding down the cobblestones. In the books, this would be the point where you roll over onto your back, and the beast will be RIGHT THERE. You might scream or like, back away, or brandish your broken weapon in a useless gesture.. Or if you're lucky, you'll be saved, or even better- maybe you'll discover some deep secret power within yourself and-
Okay, if this is a dream, it's a pretty good one, because now you're pretty sure you're falling unconscious...
Mnmn... Hm. hMnhm? Mnm... Nnn. ..
AH.
You're... awake. You did it! You woke up! Great! WHERE are you? Is this your bed? Someone's bed? Prison bed? Hospital bed? The ground? Where are we?
It moves closer. It's movements are unnatural, like someone designed this creature without a clear understanding of how muscle worked. Everything it does cause it's entire body to creak and clank and you could almost believe that it's going to shake itself apart with the next step, but never does.
A sharp, searing, hot light, and suddenly you're being lifted off your feet, stumbling backwards as your hearing dims out not from firing your weapon, but being incredibly close to the point of impact as the shell explodes against the shambling horror. Thankfully enough, you land on your feet, and you stop. RUN. You stare into the flames as you shakily slip another shell out of your jacket, loading it into the weapon...
With a screech of metal against metal, a limb flails out and crushes your weapon in it's grasp, threatening to pull you into the fire as it pulls itself out of the fire... Well, most of it, anyway. You've managed to destroy it's legs, and the closer you look, it appears to be leaking oil that is making the fire worse. You stare at it and find yourself oddly drawn to it's terrifying structure, wishing you had brought a sketch pad or-
Oh yeah. You should probably run, huh.
You turn away and start to move, when something- probably the creature- strikes you on the back, knocking you flat and sending you sliding down the cobblestones. In the books, this would be the point where you roll over onto your back, and the beast will be RIGHT THERE. You might scream or like, back away, or brandish your broken weapon in a useless gesture.. Or if you're lucky, you'll be saved, or even better- maybe you'll discover some deep secret power within yourself and-
Okay, if this is a dream, it's a pretty good one, because now you're pretty sure you're falling unconscious...
Mnmn... Hm. hMnhm? Mnm... Nnn. ..
AH.
You're... awake. You did it! You woke up! Great! WHERE are you? Is this your bed? Someone's bed? Prison bed? Hospital bed? The ground? Where are we?