Re: The Savage Brawl [Round 4: Small 50s Town]
07-31-2011, 07:48 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Dragon Fogel.
As Ziir and Konka approached the motherburger, it became clearer that the ship was, in part, a building. Most importantly, it still had some doors, which offered a convenient point of entry. Ziirphael flew them towards an entrance, and Konka Rar opened it.
The necromancer and his reluctant minion walked through the halls. The further they walked, the clearer the effects of Gormand's transformation became.
A few minutes into their walk, they came across the meatball himself, sending off some smaller kebabs for some unknown reason.
He turned to face his guests, but Konka spoke first.
"I see you've been keeping yourself busy."
***
"The plan," Gormand explained, somewhat annoyed, "was to contact the aliens and enlist their help in destroying Ekelhaft. Their weaponry seemed particularly suited to it. But... well, I think they may have viewed my little armada as a threat."
Konka Rar's mind was preoccupied throughout Gormand's explanation. How shortsighted had he been? He had spent all that time digging up a grave for a single minion, and Gormand had built up this entire force!
It was fortunate that Ekelhaft was still the primary threat. Rar would have been at a grave disadvantage had the meatball chosen to turn this army on him.
The lich made a mental note not to leave Gormand unattended in future rounds if possible.
"It didn't help," Gormand continued, "when I couldn't get that blasted device to transmit my message to them. The reporter tried to give me some suggestions, and even provided me with his tape recorder for spare parts, but in the end..."
Rar was struck by an idea.
"You have a communications device?" His skeletal grin seemed to widen. "Show me. I believe I know how best to use it."
***
Five minutes later, a radio and a tape recorder had been converted into a pair of crude, but functional, walkie-talkies. Rar handed one to Ziir.
"Conceal yourself, and take that into the mothership. Keep me informed of any developments of interest."
Ziirphael vanished, not that he had much of a choice. Then he flew off towards the mothership.
A few minutes later, Rar's communicator beeped. He answered it, and heard a familiar voice.
"This is Ziirphael. I'm inside. Over."
Konka Rar would have furrowed his brow if he had one. "Over?"
"It means I'm done talking, so you know if I get caught or something. Anyways, there's nothing else to report just yet. Over and out - that means I'm ending the call."
Gormand largely ignored the conversation; he was preoccupied with managing his forces, and was only too content to let Rar manage communications. Watching him offered the lich a distinct insight into his potential foe's methods of operation.
They mostly involved shouting a lot at his minions.
As Ziir and Konka approached the motherburger, it became clearer that the ship was, in part, a building. Most importantly, it still had some doors, which offered a convenient point of entry. Ziirphael flew them towards an entrance, and Konka Rar opened it.
The necromancer and his reluctant minion walked through the halls. The further they walked, the clearer the effects of Gormand's transformation became.
A few minutes into their walk, they came across the meatball himself, sending off some smaller kebabs for some unknown reason.
He turned to face his guests, but Konka spoke first.
"I see you've been keeping yourself busy."
***
"The plan," Gormand explained, somewhat annoyed, "was to contact the aliens and enlist their help in destroying Ekelhaft. Their weaponry seemed particularly suited to it. But... well, I think they may have viewed my little armada as a threat."
Konka Rar's mind was preoccupied throughout Gormand's explanation. How shortsighted had he been? He had spent all that time digging up a grave for a single minion, and Gormand had built up this entire force!
It was fortunate that Ekelhaft was still the primary threat. Rar would have been at a grave disadvantage had the meatball chosen to turn this army on him.
The lich made a mental note not to leave Gormand unattended in future rounds if possible.
"It didn't help," Gormand continued, "when I couldn't get that blasted device to transmit my message to them. The reporter tried to give me some suggestions, and even provided me with his tape recorder for spare parts, but in the end..."
Rar was struck by an idea.
"You have a communications device?" His skeletal grin seemed to widen. "Show me. I believe I know how best to use it."
***
Five minutes later, a radio and a tape recorder had been converted into a pair of crude, but functional, walkie-talkies. Rar handed one to Ziir.
"Conceal yourself, and take that into the mothership. Keep me informed of any developments of interest."
Ziirphael vanished, not that he had much of a choice. Then he flew off towards the mothership.
A few minutes later, Rar's communicator beeped. He answered it, and heard a familiar voice.
"This is Ziirphael. I'm inside. Over."
Konka Rar would have furrowed his brow if he had one. "Over?"
"It means I'm done talking, so you know if I get caught or something. Anyways, there's nothing else to report just yet. Over and out - that means I'm ending the call."
Gormand largely ignored the conversation; he was preoccupied with managing his forces, and was only too content to let Rar manage communications. Watching him offered the lich a distinct insight into his potential foe's methods of operation.
They mostly involved shouting a lot at his minions.
There's no reason for this | Or this | Death is inevitable | You can't challenge fate | The smallest change | I'm overwhelmed
I'm serious | It makes perfect sense | Easy as ABC! | I can't even explain it | Cleaning up someone else's mess
I suck | I rule | I've got it made | Really, I'm serious | This bugs me | It's all lies | I want to believe | Beauty is a curse
I'm serious | It makes perfect sense | Easy as ABC! | I can't even explain it | Cleaning up someone else's mess
I suck | I rule | I've got it made | Really, I'm serious | This bugs me | It's all lies | I want to believe | Beauty is a curse