Petty Squabble [ROUND 2] [Acidity City]
10-22-2011, 05:13 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Not The Author.
Time shuddered to a halt. A familiar subtly-mocking voice cut over the abrupt silence despite the fact that the air couldn’t move.
“Why is it always the halfway competent? I mean, you’d think the ones that actually have some idea of what they’re doing...”
The universe sighed.
“Bodes well for COFCA, I suppose. Anyway! Bet you’re all wondering who died. Well, I’m not gonna tell ya! You’ll have to figure it out on your own. Ooh! You can turn it into a game, like Clue! Who killed whom with what in the where...”
“And speaking of The Where, I think we’re well overdue for a change of scenery!”
The contestants experienced the unpleasant discomfort of existential crisis and, with the quiet pop of suddenly being at the wrong altitude, found themselves in an aging stone city encircled by an enormous waterfall of vile green liquid. Everything in the city was made of jet black rock and decorated with precious metals and gems, from the massive stepped pyramids, to the once-ornate statues, to the bridges spanning channels of acrid fluid.
Slightly more disconcerting was the total absence of life. The ancient metropolis looked as though it could have been home to thousands, but the streets were completely empty.
Nobody had any time to consider any of this before The Charlatan cut back in.
“Welcome, all, to scenic Xocaetl... Er. Xocoac... No shut up I got this. Xo...coa...tical...tepetl. Xocoaticaltepetl! Plaugh. <font size="1">Seriously, who named this place? Anyway, there’re a couple of things about this city you probably ought to know.”
“First and most obviously, it’s in a pit of deadly... green... stuff. That goop eats through anything that isn’t specifically enchanted to resist it, which pretty much only includes this city and things in it. Not you, though! The residents don’t care for tourists, see.”
“Which brings me to thing number two! You might have noticed that nobody’s out and about. Well, the people who lived here were pretty religious types. Had a god for every temple in the city. Used to hold these fancy ceremonies where they tried to bring those gods into this world. And they succeeded, too! Well... sort of. To a degree. It didn’t really turn out well, ‘swhat I’m saying.”
“I really ought to stop babbling on so much. More fun to find these things out on your own, ha! I’ll leave you to your sightseeing. Have fun, guys!”</font>
Time shuddered to a halt. A familiar subtly-mocking voice cut over the abrupt silence despite the fact that the air couldn’t move.
“Why is it always the halfway competent? I mean, you’d think the ones that actually have some idea of what they’re doing...”
The universe sighed.
“Bodes well for COFCA, I suppose. Anyway! Bet you’re all wondering who died. Well, I’m not gonna tell ya! You’ll have to figure it out on your own. Ooh! You can turn it into a game, like Clue! Who killed whom with what in the where...”
“And speaking of The Where, I think we’re well overdue for a change of scenery!”
The contestants experienced the unpleasant discomfort of existential crisis and, with the quiet pop of suddenly being at the wrong altitude, found themselves in an aging stone city encircled by an enormous waterfall of vile green liquid. Everything in the city was made of jet black rock and decorated with precious metals and gems, from the massive stepped pyramids, to the once-ornate statues, to the bridges spanning channels of acrid fluid.
Slightly more disconcerting was the total absence of life. The ancient metropolis looked as though it could have been home to thousands, but the streets were completely empty.
Nobody had any time to consider any of this before The Charlatan cut back in.
“Welcome, all, to scenic Xocaetl... Er. Xocoac... No shut up I got this. Xo...coa...tical...tepetl. Xocoaticaltepetl! Plaugh. <font size="1">Seriously, who named this place? Anyway, there’re a couple of things about this city you probably ought to know.”
“First and most obviously, it’s in a pit of deadly... green... stuff. That goop eats through anything that isn’t specifically enchanted to resist it, which pretty much only includes this city and things in it. Not you, though! The residents don’t care for tourists, see.”
“Which brings me to thing number two! You might have noticed that nobody’s out and about. Well, the people who lived here were pretty religious types. Had a god for every temple in the city. Used to hold these fancy ceremonies where they tried to bring those gods into this world. And they succeeded, too! Well... sort of. To a degree. It didn’t really turn out well, ‘swhat I’m saying.”
“I really ought to stop babbling on so much. More fun to find these things out on your own, ha! I’ll leave you to your sightseeing. Have fun, guys!”</font>