Re: Mini-Grand 5110 <Round 1: Auburn Forest>
11-03-2011, 01:14 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Agent1022.
It was a beautiful day. Burgrar left behind him bodies, shaking bodies, twitching bodies, several bleeding from wounds bored by ravaging fries, some clutching their heads in death, witnessing the greatest and worst worlds imaginable, simultaneously-
Burgrar led the rampage through the woods, felling those who stood before him. Each time someone came across him and his entourage, he would stop, look tasty – then move in for the kill. For once in his life, he wasn’t interested in being eaten. The spirit of ‘battle’ had struck something in his burger mind; the idea of vengeance, the concept of striking out at an unfair world…
On another level, however, Burgrar yearned. To find one powerful enough to resist him; or to find one who could ingest him and yet not die before the deed. He had a compatriot now; and he would find the other contestants, as it were, and discover who would, or could consume him - or die trying.
A win-win, really.
“Ooh, a burger!” Tulip saw Burgrar, soundlessly moving as usual; as it drew closer she began to see all manner of strangely angled curves, colored in greenish-red but not brown, accursed veins of… and then promptly forgot. “You’re funny looking. Are you here for the prize too? I’m going to win the prize! No doubts! I’ve been preparing and preparing and preparing and what were we talking about again?” The French Fries chose this moment to fall into formation behind the burger, some now adorning miniature berets and mustaches for some reason. “French fries! Aw, they’re really French! Are you trying for the prize with them too? Well, tough luck! I’m going to win!”
Behind her, Freddie whimpered. Without Tulip’s sieve of a mind, he wasn’t faring so well against Burgrar’s hallucinogenic presence. But he was stronger than that! He was… he was… he was *sigh* Freddie.
Stop! Burgrar turned in surprise at the sudden telepathic incursion. It came from the rabbit with the extra brain – one with the look of a being trying to avoid wildly pulsulating textures and colorless rainbow animals leaping over fenceposts driven into thin air which were blue-green-purple-magenta-white-grey-seventeen smelling cabbages cabbages lettuce with iceberg in them, sinking ships since 1912; congratulations jumper cables with the yellow privet hedge connect this terminal and take the 9:00 train to Central Business District, the most populous in the world <font color="#C112B8">Stop! Freddie psychically lashed out at the unreality; held on to the grass with all four paws for dear sanity, until the burger backed away and the insensibility faded. Meanwhile, Tulip nattered on – yet clouds still gathered overhead…
Burgrar was impressed.</font>
It was a beautiful day. Burgrar left behind him bodies, shaking bodies, twitching bodies, several bleeding from wounds bored by ravaging fries, some clutching their heads in death, witnessing the greatest and worst worlds imaginable, simultaneously-
Burgrar led the rampage through the woods, felling those who stood before him. Each time someone came across him and his entourage, he would stop, look tasty – then move in for the kill. For once in his life, he wasn’t interested in being eaten. The spirit of ‘battle’ had struck something in his burger mind; the idea of vengeance, the concept of striking out at an unfair world…
On another level, however, Burgrar yearned. To find one powerful enough to resist him; or to find one who could ingest him and yet not die before the deed. He had a compatriot now; and he would find the other contestants, as it were, and discover who would, or could consume him - or die trying.
A win-win, really.
“Ooh, a burger!” Tulip saw Burgrar, soundlessly moving as usual; as it drew closer she began to see all manner of strangely angled curves, colored in greenish-red but not brown, accursed veins of… and then promptly forgot. “You’re funny looking. Are you here for the prize too? I’m going to win the prize! No doubts! I’ve been preparing and preparing and preparing and what were we talking about again?” The French Fries chose this moment to fall into formation behind the burger, some now adorning miniature berets and mustaches for some reason. “French fries! Aw, they’re really French! Are you trying for the prize with them too? Well, tough luck! I’m going to win!”
Behind her, Freddie whimpered. Without Tulip’s sieve of a mind, he wasn’t faring so well against Burgrar’s hallucinogenic presence. But he was stronger than that! He was… he was… he was *sigh* Freddie.
Stop! Burgrar turned in surprise at the sudden telepathic incursion. It came from the rabbit with the extra brain – one with the look of a being trying to avoid wildly pulsulating textures and colorless rainbow animals leaping over fenceposts driven into thin air which were blue-green-purple-magenta-white-grey-seventeen smelling cabbages cabbages lettuce with iceberg in them, sinking ships since 1912; congratulations jumper cables with the yellow privet hedge connect this terminal and take the 9:00 train to Central Business District, the most populous in the world <font color="#C112B8">Stop! Freddie psychically lashed out at the unreality; held on to the grass with all four paws for dear sanity, until the burger backed away and the insensibility faded. Meanwhile, Tulip nattered on – yet clouds still gathered overhead…
Burgrar was impressed.</font>
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