Re: Mini-Grand 5104 (Round 1: Parliament)
07-26-2011, 06:35 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Ixcalibur.
The channel seventeen news logo faded from the screen revealing the busy scene outside of the Allied Lands parliament. On the scene was Wimbledon Xalk and a man in a green labcoat and jeans with a strange glowing green eye and a robotic arm.
"I'm here outside Parliament, where a monumental decision has just been made." Wimbledon said. "Moments ago a bill to ban multiversal battles to the death was passed. Many said that this bill would never make it through Parliament with so many ministers having their own private 'Grand Battles' as they are known in 'Grandmaster' circles." He paused and introduced his guest. "I have here the hero of the hour Quantos Xodarap; acclaimed time detective. Quantos tell us what role you played in this."
"It was nothing really." Quantos said, running his fingers through his hair. "I was passing through the area and happened to realise that a malevolent terrorist cabal was trying to prevent this vote from going forwards using a memory eraser beam. I quickly gathered up all the ministers who had not been affected and mandated that the vote take place ASAP."
"And there you have it." Wimbledon said. "No longer do we need to fear being ensnared by a sadistic Grandmaster and forced to do battle to the death. Quantos Xodarap has saved us all again." He concluded his report.
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The battle between Agent 7 and Gretalis had become something of a stalemate. Despite his best efforts to subdue his foe peacefully he was getting kind of wound up by the demon, and was sorely tempted to go against his peaceful beliefs and put a couple of bullets in this creep’s brain. No matter how many times he disarmed the demon, it always seemed to have another weapon stashed somewhere else. He didn’t even want to know where.
Gretalis laughed. “I’m rather enjoying this, if you know what I mean.” He crudely grabbed at his crotch to underline his already obvious double meaning, but before he could engage another of his masterful tactical manoeuvres he overhead the words ‘battle to the death’ and was intrigued. “Hold up, fishman.” He said and looked up to the TV screen mounted on the far wall where Wimbledon’s report was airing.
Having had quite enough of Gretalis for now Agent 7 took this opportunity to take his leave.
Gretalis guffawed. “Hey!” he yelled. “Hey I’m in one of these battles to the death. Can I go home now? It’s just not as fun as torturing people.”
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Visy had found herself feeling a little weird after her encounter with the strange black blob. Interestingly she wasn’t really sure how that had turned out; the next thing she remembered was sitting here, on a bench in one of the Parliament’s many identical corridors.
The bustle of the busy place was naught but background noise, at least until she heard someone yell how much he liked torturing people. She leapt up, still a little unsteady on her feet and headed in the direction the shout had come from. Here she found a demon dressed in black leather looking around in confusion.
“Where did the fishman go?” Gretalis asked himself. “I wasn’t done with him yet!”
“What did you just say?” Visy asked the demon, he turned, saw her and started licking his lips.
“The things I am going to do to you!” He exclaimed. “If only I had my whip!” Visy scowled.
“You’re under arrest.” She said, and started muttering a prayer under her breath. Gretalis laughed.
“Wanna play hard to get?” He grinned. “I’m normally the one with the handcuffs!” Suddenly Visy glowed with holy fire, a shining blue halo around her head. “Shit!” Gretalis said, his smile suddenly dropping. “You’re a fucking angel? I’m out of here!” He quickly turned tail and fled from the furious xadlakian.
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Hector suddenly found himself behind the wheel of a very large vehicle moving alarmingly fast through a wide corridor. Behind him rows of seats filled with screaming creatures some of which he didn’t have the words to even begin to describe, on the dashboard in front of him the black blob that he could kind of remember being told something about. He tried to remember when suddenly there was a loud thump as the bus, which he had forgotten he was driving, hit something. He slammed on the brakes.
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Gretalis’ body bounced along the ground until it came to a bloody stop, his iphone tumbling out from his pocket. It was ringing, but in the chaos wherein people crowded around his body and Visy arrested Hector for dangerous driving, nobody bothered to pick up the call from Hell.
“Yo, what up this is Gretalis. I can’t come to the phone right now, so leave a message after the beep and I will torture you, I mean, get back to you later.”
BEEP.
“Gretalis you lousy son a bitch.” A voice bellowed. “I don’t know who told you it was okay to take unannounced vacation time to go and fight in a battle to the death and it’s a good thing because if I did I would be firing them as well. Just be thankful you ain’t still down here or I’d sic the new guy on you. He’s actually competent at his job.” Then there was the sound of a phone being slammed down.
The channel seventeen news logo faded from the screen revealing the busy scene outside of the Allied Lands parliament. On the scene was Wimbledon Xalk and a man in a green labcoat and jeans with a strange glowing green eye and a robotic arm.
"I'm here outside Parliament, where a monumental decision has just been made." Wimbledon said. "Moments ago a bill to ban multiversal battles to the death was passed. Many said that this bill would never make it through Parliament with so many ministers having their own private 'Grand Battles' as they are known in 'Grandmaster' circles." He paused and introduced his guest. "I have here the hero of the hour Quantos Xodarap; acclaimed time detective. Quantos tell us what role you played in this."
"It was nothing really." Quantos said, running his fingers through his hair. "I was passing through the area and happened to realise that a malevolent terrorist cabal was trying to prevent this vote from going forwards using a memory eraser beam. I quickly gathered up all the ministers who had not been affected and mandated that the vote take place ASAP."
"And there you have it." Wimbledon said. "No longer do we need to fear being ensnared by a sadistic Grandmaster and forced to do battle to the death. Quantos Xodarap has saved us all again." He concluded his report.
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The battle between Agent 7 and Gretalis had become something of a stalemate. Despite his best efforts to subdue his foe peacefully he was getting kind of wound up by the demon, and was sorely tempted to go against his peaceful beliefs and put a couple of bullets in this creep’s brain. No matter how many times he disarmed the demon, it always seemed to have another weapon stashed somewhere else. He didn’t even want to know where.
Gretalis laughed. “I’m rather enjoying this, if you know what I mean.” He crudely grabbed at his crotch to underline his already obvious double meaning, but before he could engage another of his masterful tactical manoeuvres he overhead the words ‘battle to the death’ and was intrigued. “Hold up, fishman.” He said and looked up to the TV screen mounted on the far wall where Wimbledon’s report was airing.
Having had quite enough of Gretalis for now Agent 7 took this opportunity to take his leave.
Gretalis guffawed. “Hey!” he yelled. “Hey I’m in one of these battles to the death. Can I go home now? It’s just not as fun as torturing people.”
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Visy had found herself feeling a little weird after her encounter with the strange black blob. Interestingly she wasn’t really sure how that had turned out; the next thing she remembered was sitting here, on a bench in one of the Parliament’s many identical corridors.
The bustle of the busy place was naught but background noise, at least until she heard someone yell how much he liked torturing people. She leapt up, still a little unsteady on her feet and headed in the direction the shout had come from. Here she found a demon dressed in black leather looking around in confusion.
“Where did the fishman go?” Gretalis asked himself. “I wasn’t done with him yet!”
“What did you just say?” Visy asked the demon, he turned, saw her and started licking his lips.
“The things I am going to do to you!” He exclaimed. “If only I had my whip!” Visy scowled.
“You’re under arrest.” She said, and started muttering a prayer under her breath. Gretalis laughed.
“Wanna play hard to get?” He grinned. “I’m normally the one with the handcuffs!” Suddenly Visy glowed with holy fire, a shining blue halo around her head. “Shit!” Gretalis said, his smile suddenly dropping. “You’re a fucking angel? I’m out of here!” He quickly turned tail and fled from the furious xadlakian.
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Hector suddenly found himself behind the wheel of a very large vehicle moving alarmingly fast through a wide corridor. Behind him rows of seats filled with screaming creatures some of which he didn’t have the words to even begin to describe, on the dashboard in front of him the black blob that he could kind of remember being told something about. He tried to remember when suddenly there was a loud thump as the bus, which he had forgotten he was driving, hit something. He slammed on the brakes.
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Gretalis’ body bounced along the ground until it came to a bloody stop, his iphone tumbling out from his pocket. It was ringing, but in the chaos wherein people crowded around his body and Visy arrested Hector for dangerous driving, nobody bothered to pick up the call from Hell.
“Yo, what up this is Gretalis. I can’t come to the phone right now, so leave a message after the beep and I will torture you, I mean, get back to you later.”
BEEP.
“Gretalis you lousy son a bitch.” A voice bellowed. “I don’t know who told you it was okay to take unannounced vacation time to go and fight in a battle to the death and it’s a good thing because if I did I would be firing them as well. Just be thankful you ain’t still down here or I’d sic the new guy on you. He’s actually competent at his job.” Then there was the sound of a phone being slammed down.
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