Re: The Grand Battle S2G1! [Round One: Alpha Complex!]
05-23-2010, 04:28 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Wojjan.
It took some time to snap out of the Observer's forceful stupor, as it was usually the case. When the feeling fades, you're usually left with a churning feeling in the insides, both from a general nausea and a mental angst of what was happening. Neither applied to Kracht. Maxwell, on the other hand was having more trouble, but he wasn't to blame, of course. His parasite was acting up again. This will be the end of him if, or rather, because he doesn't watch out.
Paying little attention to the ever so persistent and monotonous voice booming from every speaker in the vincinity, and less so to the yellow ribbon he was awarded for not fitting in the humans' idea of normal, he took some cautious steps forward, and checked his surroundings. Artal dug up his shrine of death already, and proceeded to mercilessly slaughter every material in sight. It used to bug him, kind of. Wondering why he hadn't noticed the text on the wall before, he followed the chess board on his way to the local briefing room, since the voice so kindly demanded it.
Maybe kindly was a strange word for the scenery here. It felt like a plea for attention, to do at least something right. a terminally ill child wanting to not leave his parents behind in disappointment, cleaning plates by throwing them over the picket fence. Such as this 'Friend' Computer made us attend the meeting in the briefing room by hemorrhaging red smoke, harmful to carbon-based organisms. He took some time to enjoy the show, as the others rushed by him to quickly close the airlock. Not intending to be closed in, he picked up the rubble Xadrez had left, and hasted towards him.
"It is a sign of defeat to knock over your king."
It took some time to snap out of the Observer's forceful stupor, as it was usually the case. When the feeling fades, you're usually left with a churning feeling in the insides, both from a general nausea and a mental angst of what was happening. Neither applied to Kracht. Maxwell, on the other hand was having more trouble, but he wasn't to blame, of course. His parasite was acting up again. This will be the end of him if, or rather, because he doesn't watch out.
Paying little attention to the ever so persistent and monotonous voice booming from every speaker in the vincinity, and less so to the yellow ribbon he was awarded for not fitting in the humans' idea of normal, he took some cautious steps forward, and checked his surroundings. Artal dug up his shrine of death already, and proceeded to mercilessly slaughter every material in sight. It used to bug him, kind of. Wondering why he hadn't noticed the text on the wall before, he followed the chess board on his way to the local briefing room, since the voice so kindly demanded it.
Maybe kindly was a strange word for the scenery here. It felt like a plea for attention, to do at least something right. a terminally ill child wanting to not leave his parents behind in disappointment, cleaning plates by throwing them over the picket fence. Such as this 'Friend' Computer made us attend the meeting in the briefing room by hemorrhaging red smoke, harmful to carbon-based organisms. He took some time to enjoy the show, as the others rushed by him to quickly close the airlock. Not intending to be closed in, he picked up the rubble Xadrez had left, and hasted towards him.
"It is a sign of defeat to knock over your king."
quidquid Latine dictum sit altum videtur.