RE: Masks 2
08-30-2021, 10:26 PM
"Okay, I'll try to get the second team in through another avenue. Good luck! I don't know how good reception will be down there," Emily said, sounding somewhat afraid.
The team proceeded into the hole, finding it to be lined with bio-luminescent root systems that lit their way as they went. Etched into them were numerous artistic renditions of death, depicting the heroes all dying in humorous ways. The path led deeper, and as the group followed it they began to hear a loud, mocking voice ringing through the roots.
“You just walked into this hole?? You know I can crush you right? How are you all still alive being this stupid? I swear all you idiots know how to do is walk forward. Being heroic conditions someone to be utterly asinine.”
There was a sigh, and the group walked on. The way behind them had closed up, only way to go was forward.
“Oh well it can’t be helped. On the plus side I’ll have an audience for the Grand conclusion of my plan. You shouldn’t blame yourselves for failing though. My plan played out perfectly, of course it would, it came from my brilliant mind. The only true person to stand in my way was Victor Vorcen. I took care of him though. It was easy really, you see, I watched some old cartoons, and there was this one where the guy turned himself into a pickle. Funniest shit I ever saw. So anyway Victor is a pickle now and all his resources are now mine, and soon the world will be my resource. All will serve me and worship my beautiful self. Those who don’t will cease to be. The world is mine to mold. You know what? On second thought, do blame yourselves, it will be funny and I can laugh at you when we meet, or now. Hahahahaha!“
They stepped into an enormous antechamber beneath the tree, countless stories tall, lined with similar glowing roots to the ones in the tunnel. They were incredibly deep now, and the tree was all around them threatening to crush them at any moment.
From above, a woman unfamiliar to most was lowered down to them on an enormous tree root. She was humanoid and quite conventionally attractive, with toxic green eyes, a super long purple undercut, a black turtleneck, and a long green skirt. Her skin was silver with light scales, and her mouth wore a mocking, confident smile. She looked to the Red Reaper, who looked back at her with his hatred visible despite the skull mask.
"“Also fuck you Red Reaper. You prick.”
The team proceeded into the hole, finding it to be lined with bio-luminescent root systems that lit their way as they went. Etched into them were numerous artistic renditions of death, depicting the heroes all dying in humorous ways. The path led deeper, and as the group followed it they began to hear a loud, mocking voice ringing through the roots.
“You just walked into this hole?? You know I can crush you right? How are you all still alive being this stupid? I swear all you idiots know how to do is walk forward. Being heroic conditions someone to be utterly asinine.”
There was a sigh, and the group walked on. The way behind them had closed up, only way to go was forward.
“Oh well it can’t be helped. On the plus side I’ll have an audience for the Grand conclusion of my plan. You shouldn’t blame yourselves for failing though. My plan played out perfectly, of course it would, it came from my brilliant mind. The only true person to stand in my way was Victor Vorcen. I took care of him though. It was easy really, you see, I watched some old cartoons, and there was this one where the guy turned himself into a pickle. Funniest shit I ever saw. So anyway Victor is a pickle now and all his resources are now mine, and soon the world will be my resource. All will serve me and worship my beautiful self. Those who don’t will cease to be. The world is mine to mold. You know what? On second thought, do blame yourselves, it will be funny and I can laugh at you when we meet, or now. Hahahahaha!“
They stepped into an enormous antechamber beneath the tree, countless stories tall, lined with similar glowing roots to the ones in the tunnel. They were incredibly deep now, and the tree was all around them threatening to crush them at any moment.
From above, a woman unfamiliar to most was lowered down to them on an enormous tree root. She was humanoid and quite conventionally attractive, with toxic green eyes, a super long purple undercut, a black turtleneck, and a long green skirt. Her skin was silver with light scales, and her mouth wore a mocking, confident smile. She looked to the Red Reaper, who looked back at her with his hatred visible despite the skull mask.
"“Also fuck you Red Reaper. You prick.”