Re: The Battle Royale S2 [Round 2: Prospect Creek]
08-16-2010, 07:13 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MalkyTop.
The change in scenery was jolting enough to force the Photographer awake. He flumped to the ground as his dream avatar dispersed while carrying him.
His surroundings were very different. He was used to waking up in a completely different place than his bedroom, but at least usually it was still inside the city. This place looked nothing like the place before. But at least he wasn't hanging on a weird speedy robot thing for dear life and wait what happened to the knife?
It turned out he had been clutching the knife tightly the whole time he was unconscious. So tight, in fact, that the handle had completely sunk into his hand. Rubbing his face, the Photographer stuck it back in his side as usual and wait what happened to the camera?
He looked down at his foot and felt a thick helping of dread plummet into where a stomach would usually be. The camera had not held up well after falling several feet and then being dragged around to avoid nightmarish creatures. The photographer could no longer see any lens and it appeared that the flash had broke as well. The back had popped open, releasing the film to God-knows-where and he was quite sure that many parts were missing, having been jolted out of place during the fall.
He carefully disentangled the strap from his foot and softly closed the back. "Camera?" he whispered softly, turning it this way and that, taking in the whole damage done. A little hesitantly, he said even softer, "C-cammy?"
There wasn't any response.
Normally, the Photographer would know that because of all the damage done, the camera was in a coma, or at least as much of a coma as a camera could be, and would be alright as soon as it was fixed again. Inanimate objects don't die. But his recent encounter with the insentient robotic drone gave him pause. He had never thought it possible for objects to just be unable to speak to him.
He just had to hope that there were some spare camera parts around and the camera would be alright again after he fixed it.
Camera around his neck once more, he finally stood up only to sit back down, dizzy and disoriented. And he had just noticed he had a headache. Did something strange happen while he was asleep?
He got up more slowly this time and, walking at a pace that didn't make him fall flat on his face, the Photographer managed to walk inside the nearest building. It was hard to make out the letters on the sign, but he was certain that it said something like 'General Store.'
The change in scenery was jolting enough to force the Photographer awake. He flumped to the ground as his dream avatar dispersed while carrying him.
His surroundings were very different. He was used to waking up in a completely different place than his bedroom, but at least usually it was still inside the city. This place looked nothing like the place before. But at least he wasn't hanging on a weird speedy robot thing for dear life and wait what happened to the knife?
It turned out he had been clutching the knife tightly the whole time he was unconscious. So tight, in fact, that the handle had completely sunk into his hand. Rubbing his face, the Photographer stuck it back in his side as usual and wait what happened to the camera?
He looked down at his foot and felt a thick helping of dread plummet into where a stomach would usually be. The camera had not held up well after falling several feet and then being dragged around to avoid nightmarish creatures. The photographer could no longer see any lens and it appeared that the flash had broke as well. The back had popped open, releasing the film to God-knows-where and he was quite sure that many parts were missing, having been jolted out of place during the fall.
He carefully disentangled the strap from his foot and softly closed the back. "Camera?" he whispered softly, turning it this way and that, taking in the whole damage done. A little hesitantly, he said even softer, "C-cammy?"
There wasn't any response.
Normally, the Photographer would know that because of all the damage done, the camera was in a coma, or at least as much of a coma as a camera could be, and would be alright as soon as it was fixed again. Inanimate objects don't die. But his recent encounter with the insentient robotic drone gave him pause. He had never thought it possible for objects to just be unable to speak to him.
He just had to hope that there were some spare camera parts around and the camera would be alright again after he fixed it.
Camera around his neck once more, he finally stood up only to sit back down, dizzy and disoriented. And he had just noticed he had a headache. Did something strange happen while he was asleep?
He got up more slowly this time and, walking at a pace that didn't make him fall flat on his face, the Photographer managed to walk inside the nearest building. It was hard to make out the letters on the sign, but he was certain that it said something like 'General Store.'