Re: Intense Struggle! (Round 3 - The Wasteland)
07-17-2010, 10:05 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Aryogaton.
Where the hell did that runt go?!
The mysterious boy was gone, leaving behind no trace other than some collateral damage and Aegis' confusion. Around him, pockets of sand was beginning to drain down newly-created holes in the floor, effectively turning the room into a makeshift square of quicksand. On top of that, the floor was starting to collapse, and considering that a bunch of guns spontaneously fired in the room below him, Aegis decided that getting out of this building would probably be a good idea.
Aegis carried his new weapon over his shoulder and slowly began to step towards the exit he made while getting into this building. After irritatingly filling up his boots with sand, Aegis leapt from the building. In front of him lay the building Aegis arbitrarily decided not to explore a few minutes ago. Thinking that now was a good chance to act on that missed opportunity, he kicked down a crumbling wall and walked in.
The room was larger than most. In the middle was an equally large vat, eerily glowing and emanating an air of sufficient importance. Upon entering the room, the strange weapon seemed to react, giving off a drone that can best be described as a continuous sound of powering down. Noticing this, Aegis lightly kicked it. The machine sputtered, but otherwise continued to make the indescribable sound.
Aegis took a moment to think, despite the fact that intuition had already given him the answer significant moments ago. It was obvious that the machine in front of him was important somehow. It was also easy to deduce that regardless of its purpose, it can't be good for the contestants. While he could care less about what happens to them, the fact that he was also a contestant took prevalence.
Aegis faced a decision: was he to use his fists or use the annoying malfunctioning weapon? The former would be less risky—Aegis knows what happens when knuckle meets glass, after all. The latter, however, would potentially give a more interesting result. Considering the fact that right now Aegis had no clue what it even does, this could turn out to be quite a show.
He decided on the latter. Heaving the weapon over his shoulder, he pulled the lever, and the familiar yet mysterious invisible energy hit the vat. Within a few seconds, it glowed more brightly. A few more and the weapon sputtered and adopted the configuration Aegis now knows as “offâ€. As the effects of the vat, however invisible or unknown as they were, began to amplify, Aegis dropped the useless chunk of metal and took the nearest seat. However, he soon began to feel drowsy, finding himself eager to take a short nap. Aegis shook himself awake and looked at the vat in contempt.
This is boring me enough to make me want to fall asleep. I should've gone with fists after all. He looked at the useless weapon sitting on the ground. Eh. Let's put this thing to use.
With an unsteady motion, Aegis lifted the weapon and hurled it vat-ward.
Where the hell did that runt go?!
The mysterious boy was gone, leaving behind no trace other than some collateral damage and Aegis' confusion. Around him, pockets of sand was beginning to drain down newly-created holes in the floor, effectively turning the room into a makeshift square of quicksand. On top of that, the floor was starting to collapse, and considering that a bunch of guns spontaneously fired in the room below him, Aegis decided that getting out of this building would probably be a good idea.
Aegis carried his new weapon over his shoulder and slowly began to step towards the exit he made while getting into this building. After irritatingly filling up his boots with sand, Aegis leapt from the building. In front of him lay the building Aegis arbitrarily decided not to explore a few minutes ago. Thinking that now was a good chance to act on that missed opportunity, he kicked down a crumbling wall and walked in.
The room was larger than most. In the middle was an equally large vat, eerily glowing and emanating an air of sufficient importance. Upon entering the room, the strange weapon seemed to react, giving off a drone that can best be described as a continuous sound of powering down. Noticing this, Aegis lightly kicked it. The machine sputtered, but otherwise continued to make the indescribable sound.
Aegis took a moment to think, despite the fact that intuition had already given him the answer significant moments ago. It was obvious that the machine in front of him was important somehow. It was also easy to deduce that regardless of its purpose, it can't be good for the contestants. While he could care less about what happens to them, the fact that he was also a contestant took prevalence.
Aegis faced a decision: was he to use his fists or use the annoying malfunctioning weapon? The former would be less risky—Aegis knows what happens when knuckle meets glass, after all. The latter, however, would potentially give a more interesting result. Considering the fact that right now Aegis had no clue what it even does, this could turn out to be quite a show.
He decided on the latter. Heaving the weapon over his shoulder, he pulled the lever, and the familiar yet mysterious invisible energy hit the vat. Within a few seconds, it glowed more brightly. A few more and the weapon sputtered and adopted the configuration Aegis now knows as “offâ€. As the effects of the vat, however invisible or unknown as they were, began to amplify, Aegis dropped the useless chunk of metal and took the nearest seat. However, he soon began to feel drowsy, finding himself eager to take a short nap. Aegis shook himself awake and looked at the vat in contempt.
This is boring me enough to make me want to fall asleep. I should've gone with fists after all. He looked at the useless weapon sitting on the ground. Eh. Let's put this thing to use.
With an unsteady motion, Aegis lifted the weapon and hurled it vat-ward.