Re: Inexorable Altercation [Round I- The Sleeping World of Rock]
05-25-2010, 11:01 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by PlumFinder.
I hope this will do as the first piece.
Loran landed amid a cloud of dust. For a moment, he just lay there, dazed by the sudden turn of events. As he recalled, he had been lounging in a comfy chair mere minutes ago. And now he was… where? Where was he?
Slowly, he got to his feet. There was no one else here, or he would have heard them. His usual lack of eyesight had honed his hearing until he was capable of hearing someone breath at the other side of the room. There was no breathing. He was alone.
The floor was made of stone, and so were the walls on both sides. The air smelled of dust and long abandoned buildings. That didn't tell him anything, so he followed the only logical course of action, and removed the bandages over his eyes.
It was relatively light, in that there was light. Loran could see no windows or other light sources, but it was not completely dark. He didn't mind. There was just enough light for him to see, yet not so much that he had to cover his eyes again. Now he could see that he was standing in a tunnel made of rock.
“That doesn't help at all,†he grumbled, and he set off.
While walking, he mulled over the things he had heard. Apparently, there were others inside this construction, and they were supposed to kill each other. No, they were going to kill each other. That might've been a lie to make them all more compliant, but Loran preferred to take the certain route. If there was even the slightest chance of only one of them surviving, he was going to make sure it was him.
And after winning this battle, he would kill those who organized it. He was a Creeper, after all.
I hope this will do as the first piece.
Loran landed amid a cloud of dust. For a moment, he just lay there, dazed by the sudden turn of events. As he recalled, he had been lounging in a comfy chair mere minutes ago. And now he was… where? Where was he?
Slowly, he got to his feet. There was no one else here, or he would have heard them. His usual lack of eyesight had honed his hearing until he was capable of hearing someone breath at the other side of the room. There was no breathing. He was alone.
The floor was made of stone, and so were the walls on both sides. The air smelled of dust and long abandoned buildings. That didn't tell him anything, so he followed the only logical course of action, and removed the bandages over his eyes.
It was relatively light, in that there was light. Loran could see no windows or other light sources, but it was not completely dark. He didn't mind. There was just enough light for him to see, yet not so much that he had to cover his eyes again. Now he could see that he was standing in a tunnel made of rock.
“That doesn't help at all,†he grumbled, and he set off.
While walking, he mulled over the things he had heard. Apparently, there were others inside this construction, and they were supposed to kill each other. No, they were going to kill each other. That might've been a lie to make them all more compliant, but Loran preferred to take the certain route. If there was even the slightest chance of only one of them surviving, he was going to make sure it was him.
And after winning this battle, he would kill those who organized it. He was a Creeper, after all.