Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 3: Abandoned Park]
05-28-2010, 07:28 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by SleepingOrange.
Ekelhaft Jr was... Was considering how stupid a name like Ekelhaft Jr was. Was considering how stupid just being reabsorbed was. Was considering... Identity. Was considering seperateness. Was considering tearing this mammal's atoms apart from the feet up and making him watch as he liquefied. It would escape, and there would be hell to pay.
Ekelhaft itself completely failed to notice the cyborg, so intent it was on its target. The grass sizzled as its viscous body passed over and around it, considerably shorter and more bedraggled as the avatar passed; finally, it got close enough to see who it was about to kill, and...
Lacquered teeth and wide, manic eyes smiled crazily at the approaching slime; there was a discolored stain across the pogo ride's equine face that suggested ancient blood that had spent some time in the elements, but that was the only real evidence of non-plant life in the area. The shapes Ekelhaft had taken for his foes was a small cluster of disused playground equipment. A bubbling screech rent the air as the ancient ooze realized his mistake, followed immediately by a thump and a sharp crack as it vented its fury on the goggling horse.
After a minute or so of rage-fueled violence against inanimate objects, Ekelhaft calmed enough to collect its thoughts. Mauling grinning horses and spinning... whatever the hell this thing with the handles was got it no closer to feeling its foes' bones shatter and organs pop; it was time to think, not rend.
The old destroyer re-spaced its eyes to maximize its vision, hoping to catch a glimpse of its opponents. A movement in the sky caught its attention: It looked like a bulky figure had landed some way away... Or was it two figures close to each other? More eyes shifted across Ekelhaft's surface, focusing on what it had seem. Unable to determine what exactly it had noticed, it began to move towards its new target.
Ekelhaft Jr was... Was considering how stupid a name like Ekelhaft Jr was. Was considering how stupid just being reabsorbed was. Was considering... Identity. Was considering seperateness. Was considering tearing this mammal's atoms apart from the feet up and making him watch as he liquefied. It would escape, and there would be hell to pay.
Ekelhaft itself completely failed to notice the cyborg, so intent it was on its target. The grass sizzled as its viscous body passed over and around it, considerably shorter and more bedraggled as the avatar passed; finally, it got close enough to see who it was about to kill, and...
Lacquered teeth and wide, manic eyes smiled crazily at the approaching slime; there was a discolored stain across the pogo ride's equine face that suggested ancient blood that had spent some time in the elements, but that was the only real evidence of non-plant life in the area. The shapes Ekelhaft had taken for his foes was a small cluster of disused playground equipment. A bubbling screech rent the air as the ancient ooze realized his mistake, followed immediately by a thump and a sharp crack as it vented its fury on the goggling horse.
After a minute or so of rage-fueled violence against inanimate objects, Ekelhaft calmed enough to collect its thoughts. Mauling grinning horses and spinning... whatever the hell this thing with the handles was got it no closer to feeling its foes' bones shatter and organs pop; it was time to think, not rend.
The old destroyer re-spaced its eyes to maximize its vision, hoping to catch a glimpse of its opponents. A movement in the sky caught its attention: It looked like a bulky figure had landed some way away... Or was it two figures close to each other? More eyes shifted across Ekelhaft's surface, focusing on what it had seem. Unable to determine what exactly it had noticed, it began to move towards its new target.