Re: Battle Royale! (Game Start!) Round 1: 1984
10-20-2009, 07:39 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Drakenforge.
Mike was in high spirits, someone was definetly challenging him.
And yet, something nagged at the back of his head.
He felt that whoever was walking through this room wasn't ment for him.
'Why? What the hell is making me hesitate?'
I await an illusionist, he never gave a name.
Of course.
Now it made sense. 'I wonder', he thought, 'Would that assassin hold a grudge against someone who stole their prey?
I know I would, and that's good enough for me'
"I'm sorry", He said aloud, "I am not the one ment to hunt you. So, i'm going to kill my hunter. Nobody hunts me. I am not prey"
He knocked back the door he passed through, ripping it off its hinges. He sprinted along the corridors until he reached the elevator.
He saw that it was sitting on floor one.
"This means going back to the masked bastard. Ugh. Oh well, he's full of himself. No threat."
Instead of opening the double doors of the elevator shaft, Mike went to work with slicing through them instead. A slash here, a cut there, and soon the doors were falling down the shaft in pieces.
Grabbing one of the wires with a vector, he began to hastily slide down, and landing on top of the box with a boom.
He kicked out the service hatch at the top, and dropped down.
"Yo." he announced to the group. "Zeke. I think I found your trickster. Floor 31 (made up, correction after if one was made already), In the room with a broken door. You could catch him there, or hunt him from his tracks."
He spotted Cobra, wearing chaimail.
"And you" He said, pointing towards him. "You were lucky that I was busy, but not anymore. You seem to be calm around these guys, but you were going to attack me, weren't you? What kind of warrior attacks without challenging someone. Even I think that's low"
He crossed his arms and leaned against the back of the elevator.
Mike was in high spirits, someone was definetly challenging him.
And yet, something nagged at the back of his head.
He felt that whoever was walking through this room wasn't ment for him.
'Why? What the hell is making me hesitate?'
I await an illusionist, he never gave a name.
Of course.
Now it made sense. 'I wonder', he thought, 'Would that assassin hold a grudge against someone who stole their prey?
I know I would, and that's good enough for me'
"I'm sorry", He said aloud, "I am not the one ment to hunt you. So, i'm going to kill my hunter. Nobody hunts me. I am not prey"
He knocked back the door he passed through, ripping it off its hinges. He sprinted along the corridors until he reached the elevator.
He saw that it was sitting on floor one.
"This means going back to the masked bastard. Ugh. Oh well, he's full of himself. No threat."
Instead of opening the double doors of the elevator shaft, Mike went to work with slicing through them instead. A slash here, a cut there, and soon the doors were falling down the shaft in pieces.
Grabbing one of the wires with a vector, he began to hastily slide down, and landing on top of the box with a boom.
He kicked out the service hatch at the top, and dropped down.
"Yo." he announced to the group. "Zeke. I think I found your trickster. Floor 31 (made up, correction after if one was made already), In the room with a broken door. You could catch him there, or hunt him from his tracks."
He spotted Cobra, wearing chaimail.
"And you" He said, pointing towards him. "You were lucky that I was busy, but not anymore. You seem to be calm around these guys, but you were going to attack me, weren't you? What kind of warrior attacks without challenging someone. Even I think that's low"
He crossed his arms and leaned against the back of the elevator.