Re: The Grand Battle S2G1! [Round One: Alpha Complex!]
05-27-2010, 09:14 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Lord Paradise.
From the back of the crowd, Jen listened absentmindedly to whatever bickering was going on between whatever nonintelligences she would presumably eventually have to kill. She was tired.
The fluorescent lights that beat down from the ceiling like music playing underwater and bounced off the walls refracting into a shimmy rainbow (including green) around the periphery of her vision certainly weren't helping her concentrate or to come up with any sort of strategy. She was confident, in her way, that no one was going to just up and stab her in the next ten seconds, and that confidence sustained her in a state of intense apathy towards the actual danger of the situation. First, they would go to the briefing room so the intimidating robot voice could presumably yell at them some more and then they would probably bicker even more and maybe then someone would stab her but hopefully by that point some event would pique her interest enough to restore her survival instincts. The others were, perhaps, intrigued by the possibilities and wonders contained within the labyrinthine complex, but Jen was sick to fucking death of labyrinths and guessed that the wonders would probably amount to, say, a man in a recording studio, some people with electrodes stuck to them, and perhaps a vast expanse full of row after row of bodies and when you look inside--gasp! That's me!
At the end, the survivors would climb out of a hatch somewhere just in time to watch the sunrise and kiss passionately, ecstatic over their triumph yet uncertain as to what new life would await them. This is stupid, she asserted.
Jen just wanted to go home, if only so she could run away again.
From the back of the crowd, Jen listened absentmindedly to whatever bickering was going on between whatever nonintelligences she would presumably eventually have to kill. She was tired.
The fluorescent lights that beat down from the ceiling like music playing underwater and bounced off the walls refracting into a shimmy rainbow (including green) around the periphery of her vision certainly weren't helping her concentrate or to come up with any sort of strategy. She was confident, in her way, that no one was going to just up and stab her in the next ten seconds, and that confidence sustained her in a state of intense apathy towards the actual danger of the situation. First, they would go to the briefing room so the intimidating robot voice could presumably yell at them some more and then they would probably bicker even more and maybe then someone would stab her but hopefully by that point some event would pique her interest enough to restore her survival instincts. The others were, perhaps, intrigued by the possibilities and wonders contained within the labyrinthine complex, but Jen was sick to fucking death of labyrinths and guessed that the wonders would probably amount to, say, a man in a recording studio, some people with electrodes stuck to them, and perhaps a vast expanse full of row after row of bodies and when you look inside--gasp! That's me!
At the end, the survivors would climb out of a hatch somewhere just in time to watch the sunrise and kiss passionately, ecstatic over their triumph yet uncertain as to what new life would await them. This is stupid, she asserted.
Jen just wanted to go home, if only so she could run away again.