Re: Petty Squabble [ROUND 1] [Fort Ayers, New Atlantis]
05-08-2011, 01:54 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Agent1022.
Ashley clutched at his throat – on some subconscious level he had known she was right about the imminent death awaiting and now that knowledge was betraying him. The hands at his neck were changing, he could feel them becoming smaller, he fancied he could feel the skin become paler –
No!
He forced her back, and himself forward, weaving in between blurry, dead hulks while the machines marched behind him. She fought him and he fought the world around him that seemed to fight against his very steps forward. She’d never been this determined, this desperate before, it seemed… though he knew that it always seemed that way in the middle of a skirmish.
<font color="red">Darrllll!!
“NO!”
His vision was clearing. He could see ahead the lip of the slope where the chasm’s floor became ground-level ground, and safety. He saw ahead through a mist of pain and exhaustion and gunfire: salvation.
No, darll, that’s an RV on the horizon, too far away to signal and driving away with soldiers on its roof. Kinda unsafe if ya think about it. Didn’t that Charlatan say the family had an RV…?
So they can save us!
Yeah, darll, I think you should be the one who insists that everyone else in the competition is going to kill us and I’ll just keep insisting that sentience and humanity (or otherwise) is essentially good ,mk? Totally wouldn’t try to smother an intelligent being to death by stopping them from manifesting even a scrap of existence on the material plane. Oh. Right.
He ignored her, and mustered up the last reserves of his strength for a shout-
“HELLLLP!”
“Did you hear something?”
Clarice looked up from her notepad, listened, and shook her head. “Just gunfire…”
Ashley fell forwards, landing on his hands in the rubble. He had hoped there might have been an operational radio close enough to pick up and interpret his shout as a high-priority distress signal, but it seemed he was out of luck or the sound of the robots behind him had drowned him out. They had stopped firing now, for whatever reason.
Plate. I’m going to be taken prisoner, aren’t I.
Juuuuuust maybe.
And then I’ll die.
Darl, darl, darll. How do you get dressed in the morning if you’re so busy stating the obvious?
You’re not helping!
Really? I thought this was helping. You want me to not help, darll?
You…oh, just shut up!
Mind stinging with the inadequate retort, Ashley put his efforts into crawling through the rubble. As he dragged himself forward, slowly, in the direction of the retreating RV, a shape began to distinguish itself against the rocky terrain and ruddy sky – a square, blockish shape that said ‘Headquarters’, ‘command center’, or even ‘camp’.
Hell, I’d be happy with a camp. As long as it’s a human camp. I expect robot camps don’t have much in the way of beds or medical care and I don’t need cybernetic limbs.
As long as they don’t kill ya darll. By the way, darll, interesting fact: you know who soldiers are less likely to kill? Women and children, even if it is for nefarious purposes soooo much of the time. Men.
We get it, Ashley.
’We’ wish.
The family in the RV were human, since the Charlatan introduced them first in the lineup. They aren’t currently being surrounded by a battalion of robot soldiers, so that means that they must be driving towards the human base.
He turned his head, directly away from the RV, and looked at Fort Ayers, much larger and much more looming.
But the Charlatan said there was some tech worth fighting a war for in there…
Not dying would be worth fighting a war for…wait, that didn’t make any sense, did it :P
No. Now I’d like to focus on not dying.
I don’t think anyone heard you shout, darll…
But someone had.</font>
Ashley clutched at his throat – on some subconscious level he had known she was right about the imminent death awaiting and now that knowledge was betraying him. The hands at his neck were changing, he could feel them becoming smaller, he fancied he could feel the skin become paler –
No!
He forced her back, and himself forward, weaving in between blurry, dead hulks while the machines marched behind him. She fought him and he fought the world around him that seemed to fight against his very steps forward. She’d never been this determined, this desperate before, it seemed… though he knew that it always seemed that way in the middle of a skirmish.
<font color="red">Darrllll!!
“NO!”
His vision was clearing. He could see ahead the lip of the slope where the chasm’s floor became ground-level ground, and safety. He saw ahead through a mist of pain and exhaustion and gunfire: salvation.
No, darll, that’s an RV on the horizon, too far away to signal and driving away with soldiers on its roof. Kinda unsafe if ya think about it. Didn’t that Charlatan say the family had an RV…?
So they can save us!
Yeah, darll, I think you should be the one who insists that everyone else in the competition is going to kill us and I’ll just keep insisting that sentience and humanity (or otherwise) is essentially good ,mk? Totally wouldn’t try to smother an intelligent being to death by stopping them from manifesting even a scrap of existence on the material plane. Oh. Right.
He ignored her, and mustered up the last reserves of his strength for a shout-
“HELLLLP!”
“Did you hear something?”
Clarice looked up from her notepad, listened, and shook her head. “Just gunfire…”
Ashley fell forwards, landing on his hands in the rubble. He had hoped there might have been an operational radio close enough to pick up and interpret his shout as a high-priority distress signal, but it seemed he was out of luck or the sound of the robots behind him had drowned him out. They had stopped firing now, for whatever reason.
Plate. I’m going to be taken prisoner, aren’t I.
Juuuuuust maybe.
And then I’ll die.
Darl, darl, darll. How do you get dressed in the morning if you’re so busy stating the obvious?
You’re not helping!
Really? I thought this was helping. You want me to not help, darll?
You…oh, just shut up!
Mind stinging with the inadequate retort, Ashley put his efforts into crawling through the rubble. As he dragged himself forward, slowly, in the direction of the retreating RV, a shape began to distinguish itself against the rocky terrain and ruddy sky – a square, blockish shape that said ‘Headquarters’, ‘command center’, or even ‘camp’.
Hell, I’d be happy with a camp. As long as it’s a human camp. I expect robot camps don’t have much in the way of beds or medical care and I don’t need cybernetic limbs.
As long as they don’t kill ya darll. By the way, darll, interesting fact: you know who soldiers are less likely to kill? Women and children, even if it is for nefarious purposes soooo much of the time. Men.
We get it, Ashley.
’We’ wish.
The family in the RV were human, since the Charlatan introduced them first in the lineup. They aren’t currently being surrounded by a battalion of robot soldiers, so that means that they must be driving towards the human base.
He turned his head, directly away from the RV, and looked at Fort Ayers, much larger and much more looming.
But the Charlatan said there was some tech worth fighting a war for in there…
Not dying would be worth fighting a war for…wait, that didn’t make any sense, did it :P
No. Now I’d like to focus on not dying.
I don’t think anyone heard you shout, darll…
But someone had.</font>
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