Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 1: Afterlife]
02-23-2010, 12:37 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
Diego watched the God's drilling, in a calculated awe. This being was clearly out of his league as well. While he knew that already, having it affirmed with his senses was still somewhat of a shock.
He glanced at the stairs down. They weren't particularly inviting, especially not with the meat monster down there. While Diego was fairly sure that it was peaceful, he did not want to encounter it quite yet. In fact, he wanted no relation with monsters that were not clearly killable. The thing didn't even have ears!
Looking back at the death god, he understood that this would take a while. Sitting down on a jutting rock, Diego contemplated his methods again. It was increasingly apparant that making kills would be difficult. However, he had no other real options- there was no way out of a god's game. He hadn't really thought about gods before, but now that he confirmed one's existence, his logic adapted to include them.
Everyone was a pawn on an endless playing space, held there by an uncaring fate. Fighting it was futile- it existed above the play, manipulating the pieces. One could never reach beyond the board they exist on. Yes, one could never leave the board, only die and fade from it's memory. The fact that there were gods did not change a thing- all it meant was that the thing that kept everyone on the board was concious and, possibly, alive. The greatest he could do, still, was carve a name and mark history with his actions. Diego would make certain the he left the playing board with a few scars that even fate, or gods, would always know.
This game, this savage brawl however... It was a much smaller board than his world. Only eight inhabitants... Diego allowed himself a small smile. Each one of them was already integral to the structure of their playing field. To carve out his place here... Yes it would be easy enough. He just needed to do what he always did...
Diego's thoughts were interrupted by the sudden lack of drilling. Turning to look, he noticed the hole was open already, and Ziir had crawln through. Diego allowed the sounds of others to occupy his mind again- it was so much better than simmering in a voice, a thought, that were already his own.
Diego watched the God's drilling, in a calculated awe. This being was clearly out of his league as well. While he knew that already, having it affirmed with his senses was still somewhat of a shock.
He glanced at the stairs down. They weren't particularly inviting, especially not with the meat monster down there. While Diego was fairly sure that it was peaceful, he did not want to encounter it quite yet. In fact, he wanted no relation with monsters that were not clearly killable. The thing didn't even have ears!
Looking back at the death god, he understood that this would take a while. Sitting down on a jutting rock, Diego contemplated his methods again. It was increasingly apparant that making kills would be difficult. However, he had no other real options- there was no way out of a god's game. He hadn't really thought about gods before, but now that he confirmed one's existence, his logic adapted to include them.
Everyone was a pawn on an endless playing space, held there by an uncaring fate. Fighting it was futile- it existed above the play, manipulating the pieces. One could never reach beyond the board they exist on. Yes, one could never leave the board, only die and fade from it's memory. The fact that there were gods did not change a thing- all it meant was that the thing that kept everyone on the board was concious and, possibly, alive. The greatest he could do, still, was carve a name and mark history with his actions. Diego would make certain the he left the playing board with a few scars that even fate, or gods, would always know.
This game, this savage brawl however... It was a much smaller board than his world. Only eight inhabitants... Diego allowed himself a small smile. Each one of them was already integral to the structure of their playing field. To carve out his place here... Yes it would be easy enough. He just needed to do what he always did...
Diego's thoughts were interrupted by the sudden lack of drilling. Turning to look, he noticed the hole was open already, and Ziir had crawln through. Diego allowed the sounds of others to occupy his mind again- it was so much better than simmering in a voice, a thought, that were already his own.