Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 3: Abandoned Park]
05-29-2010, 05:55 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Not The Author.
Gormand, more intent on fleeing the voracious, angry rats trailing him, failed to notice that Calm had died, and was thus more than a little surprised when he tripped over a particularly thick clump of semi-phased foliage, rolled several feet, plowed directly through a rotting bench and finally came to an abrupt halt against a large tree. He spent most of the Cultivator's speech picking splinters out of his eye.
Rising to his new full height of three-and-a-half meters, the meatball inspected his crash site. He seemed to have landed in what might have been a pleasantly shaded rest area once upon a time. A lifeless gray tree broke the uniform disorder of the stagnant field, decaying remnants of wooden seats scattered in a haphazard circle about the arboreal anomaly.
The exact dimensions of the park were difficult to determine, but Gormand thought he was not terribly far from the towering wall of metal bars. Though he seriously doubted leaving the park would be suggested, condoned, or allowed by The Lady In Charge, he was nevertheless curious as to what lay behind the iron curtain. There was but one small matter to attend to first.
There would come a time, despite all the forging of alliances and diplomatic manipulation, when a conflict between himself and other contestants would be inevitable; Gormand wanted as great an advantage over his opposition as possible when that time came. The beginning of a round was the ideal time to set up a base of operations, but as his competition died off - and he didn't trust them not to off each other, especially with Ekelhaft still on the loose - he would have less and less time to get his bearings, to find and forge sustenance, to develop a fighting force. Therefore, the more powerful he was on his own, the longer he would be able to survive.
There was a minor downside to picking this particular locale for molding the land into a quarry, but Gormand suspected he would encounter problems regardless.
A great chunk of beef sloughed from Gormand's body, dissolving into that thick pinkish paste as it hit the ground. This time, the meat paste did not reform so much as congeal into a shallow mound of ooze. The heap bubbled and churned and made generally unpleasant noises as it slowly grew harder to look at without being ill. The end result of this process had the appearance of a raw egg made of gravy the size of a throw rug.
The Slaglet burbled happily to itself, and began to slither up the tree, leaving a trail of thick brown ooze in its wake. Satisfied, Gormand collected a few loose wooden planks, and set off for the fence.
He hadn't gone far from the tree when a flicker of movement caught his attention. A thunderous crash echoed across the field as Gormand turned; a great boxy structure plummeted from the sky some distance away. Whoever - or whatever - had thrown the thing was likely not in the best of moods, and Gormand didn't want to have to deal with violent individuals just yet. Fortunately, he was headed elsewh-
[background=silver:2oq26jpd]"You went extinct for a REASON!"[/background:2oq26jpd]
Gormand sighed, casually batting away an airborne canine cranium. There always seemed to be something getting in the way of even the simplest of tasks while he still resided in his own kingdom; why, then, should wherever the hell this was be any different?
Vainly hoping his hulking, bulbous form would somehow go unnoticed, Gormand set off for the park limits on a slightly circuitous path in an attempt to avoid the dark figure seated in the grass ahead.
Gormand, more intent on fleeing the voracious, angry rats trailing him, failed to notice that Calm had died, and was thus more than a little surprised when he tripped over a particularly thick clump of semi-phased foliage, rolled several feet, plowed directly through a rotting bench and finally came to an abrupt halt against a large tree. He spent most of the Cultivator's speech picking splinters out of his eye.
Rising to his new full height of three-and-a-half meters, the meatball inspected his crash site. He seemed to have landed in what might have been a pleasantly shaded rest area once upon a time. A lifeless gray tree broke the uniform disorder of the stagnant field, decaying remnants of wooden seats scattered in a haphazard circle about the arboreal anomaly.
The exact dimensions of the park were difficult to determine, but Gormand thought he was not terribly far from the towering wall of metal bars. Though he seriously doubted leaving the park would be suggested, condoned, or allowed by The Lady In Charge, he was nevertheless curious as to what lay behind the iron curtain. There was but one small matter to attend to first.
There would come a time, despite all the forging of alliances and diplomatic manipulation, when a conflict between himself and other contestants would be inevitable; Gormand wanted as great an advantage over his opposition as possible when that time came. The beginning of a round was the ideal time to set up a base of operations, but as his competition died off - and he didn't trust them not to off each other, especially with Ekelhaft still on the loose - he would have less and less time to get his bearings, to find and forge sustenance, to develop a fighting force. Therefore, the more powerful he was on his own, the longer he would be able to survive.
There was a minor downside to picking this particular locale for molding the land into a quarry, but Gormand suspected he would encounter problems regardless.
A great chunk of beef sloughed from Gormand's body, dissolving into that thick pinkish paste as it hit the ground. This time, the meat paste did not reform so much as congeal into a shallow mound of ooze. The heap bubbled and churned and made generally unpleasant noises as it slowly grew harder to look at without being ill. The end result of this process had the appearance of a raw egg made of gravy the size of a throw rug.
The Slaglet burbled happily to itself, and began to slither up the tree, leaving a trail of thick brown ooze in its wake. Satisfied, Gormand collected a few loose wooden planks, and set off for the fence.
He hadn't gone far from the tree when a flicker of movement caught his attention. A thunderous crash echoed across the field as Gormand turned; a great boxy structure plummeted from the sky some distance away. Whoever - or whatever - had thrown the thing was likely not in the best of moods, and Gormand didn't want to have to deal with violent individuals just yet. Fortunately, he was headed elsewh-
[background=silver:2oq26jpd]"You went extinct for a REASON!"[/background:2oq26jpd]
Gormand sighed, casually batting away an airborne canine cranium. There always seemed to be something getting in the way of even the simplest of tasks while he still resided in his own kingdom; why, then, should wherever the hell this was be any different?
Vainly hoping his hulking, bulbous form would somehow go unnoticed, Gormand set off for the park limits on a slightly circuitous path in an attempt to avoid the dark figure seated in the grass ahead.