Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 4: Small 50s Town]
06-28-2011, 01:19 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by slipsicle.
"Greetings. If you have recovered this orb, then you are in grave danger. You have likely been forced into a battle to the death by an enigmatic, powerful, and cruel being. If not, then at the very least you are being subjected to the rampant violence and death which follows the contestants of these battles. Regardless, you are in danger.
"You have been contacted by others, seeking to escape from their torment, seeking to forge alliances, calling on you to follow them to victory. Noble causes." He caused the artificial image of himself being recorded by the device to smile, sadly. "Unfortunately, no single one of us can hope to stand against the Grandmasters. They are too powerful, and chances are they already know about whatever resistance others have tried to organize.
"Fortunately, there is hope. The only way to fight back is together, all at once, everywhere. They cannot contain us all. To that end, I give you this orb. It will allow you to talk to anyone else with an orb, any time you want. You will be able to see them, as clearly as you see me. You will be able to understand them, no matter the method by which they communicate. And most importantly, you can use this device to map your local multiversal structure, and send this information to others. We can pool our knowledge to discover where the universes are weak, where we can punch through to a new reality, and we can organize ourselves to fight back against the Grandmasters.
"I am the Hand of Silver. I make no promises on our success. Ours will be a difficult struggle, and it is likely that many of you will not survive to see its success. But I will continue to search for new weapons against the Grandmasters, and I will continue to work towards our freedom. Until then, I wish you all good luck."
The light turned off, and the tendrils disengaged from the orb. He placed it back in the silvery pool, which was already expanding and precipitating into other hand-imprinted orbs. As it touched the silver fluid, it transmitted its data to the other orbs, and to the machines building new ones. Each orb would now contain a copy of Hoss's holographic message.
Then, space around the orb bent, and it vanished. The other orbs soon followed suit, and each newly-constructed orb burrowed out of its current universe, seeking universes with the telltale signature of a Grandmaster's intrusion, scattering themselves to every Grand Battle.
"Greetings. If you have recovered this orb, then you are in grave danger. You have likely been forced into a battle to the death by an enigmatic, powerful, and cruel being. If not, then at the very least you are being subjected to the rampant violence and death which follows the contestants of these battles. Regardless, you are in danger.
"You have been contacted by others, seeking to escape from their torment, seeking to forge alliances, calling on you to follow them to victory. Noble causes." He caused the artificial image of himself being recorded by the device to smile, sadly. "Unfortunately, no single one of us can hope to stand against the Grandmasters. They are too powerful, and chances are they already know about whatever resistance others have tried to organize.
"Fortunately, there is hope. The only way to fight back is together, all at once, everywhere. They cannot contain us all. To that end, I give you this orb. It will allow you to talk to anyone else with an orb, any time you want. You will be able to see them, as clearly as you see me. You will be able to understand them, no matter the method by which they communicate. And most importantly, you can use this device to map your local multiversal structure, and send this information to others. We can pool our knowledge to discover where the universes are weak, where we can punch through to a new reality, and we can organize ourselves to fight back against the Grandmasters.
"I am the Hand of Silver. I make no promises on our success. Ours will be a difficult struggle, and it is likely that many of you will not survive to see its success. But I will continue to search for new weapons against the Grandmasters, and I will continue to work towards our freedom. Until then, I wish you all good luck."
The light turned off, and the tendrils disengaged from the orb. He placed it back in the silvery pool, which was already expanding and precipitating into other hand-imprinted orbs. As it touched the silver fluid, it transmitted its data to the other orbs, and to the machines building new ones. Each orb would now contain a copy of Hoss's holographic message.
Then, space around the orb bent, and it vanished. The other orbs soon followed suit, and each newly-constructed orb burrowed out of its current universe, seeking universes with the telltale signature of a Grandmaster's intrusion, scattering themselves to every Grand Battle.