Re: The Battle Royale S2 [Round 2: Prospect Creek]
09-09-2010, 10:40 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by slipsicle.
Jeremy scuttled backwards from the angry angel until his back ran up against the wall, startling him into tears again. Largely ignoring the Hatallan and the angel, he slowly crawled back behind the bar, sniffling the whole way.
As he crawled, he noticed a trapdoor on the floor that he hadn't seen before. Wiping his face (which mostly smeared it with dirt and dust), he grabbed what bottles of booze he could hold, and opened the trapdoor.
On the edge of the town, a door in the chapel opened and a dirty, thoroughly drunk young man tumbled out, landing flat on his back. A few bottles of various types of alcohol roll out on the ground next to him. "Damn... gravity... stuff..." he muttered, to no one in particular.
"Gravity's a bitch, Murderer!"
It took a few seconds for the doormage to realize the voice wasn't his own, and another few seconds to prop himself up on one elbow and look around.
"Buh.. wha..."
"Over here, Murderer! Heeeee~"
Jeremy swung his head around and was able to make out a small racoon, propped up on its hind legs, grinning manically at him.
"Hey hi! Follow me! We're going on a GRAND HAPPINESS MAGICAL FUNTIME ADVENTUUURRREEEE~!"
Quite suddenly, a miniature unicorn appeard from nowhere and charged straight for the back of the racoon. Its horn penetrated the chittering mammal's head straight through, pushing through its left eye. The unicorn raised its head slightly, lifting the racoon off the ground. Still chittering, still grinning, the racoon was carried off around the corner of the chapel, saying "Followw meeeeeeeee, Murdererrrrrr!"
Jeremy lay still for just a bit longer, bobbing back and forth as he tried to process what had just happened.
"The.... fuck all..."
Stumbling forwards, the heavily intoxicated young man eventually set off in the direction of his chittering animal guide.
Jeremy scuttled backwards from the angry angel until his back ran up against the wall, startling him into tears again. Largely ignoring the Hatallan and the angel, he slowly crawled back behind the bar, sniffling the whole way.
As he crawled, he noticed a trapdoor on the floor that he hadn't seen before. Wiping his face (which mostly smeared it with dirt and dust), he grabbed what bottles of booze he could hold, and opened the trapdoor.
On the edge of the town, a door in the chapel opened and a dirty, thoroughly drunk young man tumbled out, landing flat on his back. A few bottles of various types of alcohol roll out on the ground next to him. "Damn... gravity... stuff..." he muttered, to no one in particular.
"Gravity's a bitch, Murderer!"
It took a few seconds for the doormage to realize the voice wasn't his own, and another few seconds to prop himself up on one elbow and look around.
"Buh.. wha..."
"Over here, Murderer! Heeeee~"
Jeremy swung his head around and was able to make out a small racoon, propped up on its hind legs, grinning manically at him.
"Hey hi! Follow me! We're going on a GRAND HAPPINESS MAGICAL FUNTIME ADVENTUUURRREEEE~!"
Quite suddenly, a miniature unicorn appeard from nowhere and charged straight for the back of the racoon. Its horn penetrated the chittering mammal's head straight through, pushing through its left eye. The unicorn raised its head slightly, lifting the racoon off the ground. Still chittering, still grinning, the racoon was carried off around the corner of the chapel, saying "Followw meeeeeeeee, Murdererrrrrr!"
Jeremy lay still for just a bit longer, bobbing back and forth as he tried to process what had just happened.
"The.... fuck all..."
Stumbling forwards, the heavily intoxicated young man eventually set off in the direction of his chittering animal guide.