Re: Mini-Grand 5106 [Round 1: Corola Cabana]
07-28-2011, 03:57 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Protoman.
Matillus looked around, only slightly confused at what had just happened. From what he gathered, he'd been saved from his execution by being admitted into some great celestial snuff film. But where was he?
He adjusted his glasses and got a better look at the area around him. He opened his book, put his finger on a spell whose sole purpose was recording anything he said. This was always useful for note taking on the go.
"Current location: Lush, thick woods. No wildlife sighted. No enemies noticed. No clear trail in sight. That will change in three, two... one."
He dashed his finger against another spell in his book. This created a large jet of fire that extended through the brush as far as he could see, extinguishing itself when it left his field of vision.
He continued this process as he made his way through the woods. Thoughts about the execution, the betrayal he felt because of it, the abandonment he'd suffered as all the world turned their gaze from him lingered in his head. Useless emotions now. Vengeance wouldn't be his until he completed this game. But what was up with this game, anyways? Back to the notes.
"Clearly placed here by some celestial being. Probably psychotic. Seems to have sadistic tendencies. Likely getting some sick fix by seeing such grandiose displays of power. At this juncture, this does not bother me.
Examination of Opponent A: Seems to be a spider. Keep an eye out for webs. Unclear what abilities it possesses. Gender indeterminable at this point. Very large. Avoid close range combat.
Examination of Opponent B: Wears a visor. Unclear whether or not he is dangerous at this juncture. Species indeterminable. Gender vague, assumed male by Brenite standards. Unclear abilities. Possible trade in science, based on clothing.
Examination of Opponent C: Group of squishy organisms. By Brenite standards, appear to be young females. Lack of strong armor is clear. Abilities are, at this juncture, indeterminable. Will keep a close eye on them. End initial speculation."
Matillus had finally reached the end of his self-carved trail. He gazed at a town which stood before him. The tips of his fingers crackled with energy as he remembered all the towns and villages and capitals he had razed with just an utterance and a point of his finger. He gazed at the crackling, the electricity bouncing around at his command with delight. It was so beautiful, so glorious, so breathtakingly stron----
It stopped. His finger slipped off the word it had fallen upon while he was stuck in his wishful phantasm. He had nearly believed that his "problem" had merely disappeared. Reality was harsh and icy. It tasted like cold chicken that had been far over-salted.
Reminders of this taste were always painful to swallow, usually coming amidst the sweetness of victory. This was a lesson Matillus had learned well.
He closed the book, adjusted his glasses again, and began walking into the city.
Matillus looked around, only slightly confused at what had just happened. From what he gathered, he'd been saved from his execution by being admitted into some great celestial snuff film. But where was he?
He adjusted his glasses and got a better look at the area around him. He opened his book, put his finger on a spell whose sole purpose was recording anything he said. This was always useful for note taking on the go.
"Current location: Lush, thick woods. No wildlife sighted. No enemies noticed. No clear trail in sight. That will change in three, two... one."
He dashed his finger against another spell in his book. This created a large jet of fire that extended through the brush as far as he could see, extinguishing itself when it left his field of vision.
He continued this process as he made his way through the woods. Thoughts about the execution, the betrayal he felt because of it, the abandonment he'd suffered as all the world turned their gaze from him lingered in his head. Useless emotions now. Vengeance wouldn't be his until he completed this game. But what was up with this game, anyways? Back to the notes.
"Clearly placed here by some celestial being. Probably psychotic. Seems to have sadistic tendencies. Likely getting some sick fix by seeing such grandiose displays of power. At this juncture, this does not bother me.
Examination of Opponent A: Seems to be a spider. Keep an eye out for webs. Unclear what abilities it possesses. Gender indeterminable at this point. Very large. Avoid close range combat.
Examination of Opponent B: Wears a visor. Unclear whether or not he is dangerous at this juncture. Species indeterminable. Gender vague, assumed male by Brenite standards. Unclear abilities. Possible trade in science, based on clothing.
Examination of Opponent C: Group of squishy organisms. By Brenite standards, appear to be young females. Lack of strong armor is clear. Abilities are, at this juncture, indeterminable. Will keep a close eye on them. End initial speculation."
Matillus had finally reached the end of his self-carved trail. He gazed at a town which stood before him. The tips of his fingers crackled with energy as he remembered all the towns and villages and capitals he had razed with just an utterance and a point of his finger. He gazed at the crackling, the electricity bouncing around at his command with delight. It was so beautiful, so glorious, so breathtakingly stron----
It stopped. His finger slipped off the word it had fallen upon while he was stuck in his wishful phantasm. He had nearly believed that his "problem" had merely disappeared. Reality was harsh and icy. It tasted like cold chicken that had been far over-salted.
Reminders of this taste were always painful to swallow, usually coming amidst the sweetness of victory. This was a lesson Matillus had learned well.
He closed the book, adjusted his glasses again, and began walking into the city.