Re: Battle Royale! (Game Start!) Round 1: 1984
10-30-2009, 01:20 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Dragon Fogel.
The Composer watched as a lull started to appear in the combat. After the first round of skirmishes had broken out with little resolution, most were content to call a ceasefire and try to tend to their wounds.
Granted, the odd contestant still had murder on their mind, but for most the reality of this contest had set in. Most now realised immediate, outward aggression would only weaken them while more discerning contestants waited in the background; letting the stronger, aggressive fighters wear each other down.
Most did, anyway...
The majority of the contestants gathered in an awkward calm at the foot of one of the partially demolished Ministries, each tenuous alliance claiming its own little patch amongst the rubble.
Xeno strode towards this little gathering, blade at the ready to balance out the chaos that screamed from Mike. It was his job, after all, to purge the world of such violent energy...
As the masked man approached, the vectors rose like glowing snakes from the rubble, followed by the slouching Mike. He spread his arms in a mockery of sacrifice or supplication, back still to the samurai.
"Well, bring it on then. Oh, I'm not helpless enough for you, blademaster?" His voice dripped with sarcasm as the vectors slumped lifelessly to the ground. With a snigger, he added, "Heh. These're no use against your pretty blade anyway."
Mike's arms were still stretched out, as though he was lost in glorious contemplation of the edited moon which illuminated them all.
Xeno stood cautiously, wondering what was up. The stench of corruption coming off this man, the whisper of his blade begging to snuff it out were all horribly distracting. Yet this seemed to be the most opportune chance to take him down...
Xeno raised the blade above his head with both hands, ready to bring it down in a swift arc to cleave Mike in two. He paused only a moment to mutter a prayer for this wretched soul-
There was a swish, and several swift punctuations of gunfire as one of Mike's vectors slid across the ground in a graceful arc, grabbed the gun without pause, and shot Xeno thrice in the chest over their master's shoulder.
As the blade and Xeno fell to the ground, Mike finally turned to stand over the dying samurai. His arms were still extended out as if in flight, but in one the still-smoking gun now resided. With a remorseless grin, he laughed quietly; more to the vectors than to Xeno,
"I knew these beauties wouldn't let me die."
His arm finally fell to point accusingly at the struggling, prone form of Xeno. The barrel of the gun was placed with almost loving precision between the eyes of the fox-mask. Applying a little pressure to raise Xeno's head, Mike scolded with a grin,
"I warned you."
The sound of three more shots tore through Airstrip One as Mike emptied the chamber into Xeno's face. Everything halted in the deserted city at the sound of those shots. Granted, shots had been fired before, but all seven knew, like some perception in their minds of the nature of this game had been swiftly reassessed.
~~~~
The Composer turned to Creator You. "That was most unfortunate. Nonetheless, I implore you to keep trying until you forge one who will take the multiverse by storm."
As the Creator departed, the Composer smiled her unfathomable smile and declared, "Very good. Shall we proceed to Round 2?"
Spoiler
The Composer watched as a lull started to appear in the combat. After the first round of skirmishes had broken out with little resolution, most were content to call a ceasefire and try to tend to their wounds.
Granted, the odd contestant still had murder on their mind, but for most the reality of this contest had set in. Most now realised immediate, outward aggression would only weaken them while more discerning contestants waited in the background; letting the stronger, aggressive fighters wear each other down.
Most did, anyway...
The majority of the contestants gathered in an awkward calm at the foot of one of the partially demolished Ministries, each tenuous alliance claiming its own little patch amongst the rubble.
Xeno strode towards this little gathering, blade at the ready to balance out the chaos that screamed from Mike. It was his job, after all, to purge the world of such violent energy...
As the masked man approached, the vectors rose like glowing snakes from the rubble, followed by the slouching Mike. He spread his arms in a mockery of sacrifice or supplication, back still to the samurai.
"Well, bring it on then. Oh, I'm not helpless enough for you, blademaster?" His voice dripped with sarcasm as the vectors slumped lifelessly to the ground. With a snigger, he added, "Heh. These're no use against your pretty blade anyway."
Mike's arms were still stretched out, as though he was lost in glorious contemplation of the edited moon which illuminated them all.
Xeno stood cautiously, wondering what was up. The stench of corruption coming off this man, the whisper of his blade begging to snuff it out were all horribly distracting. Yet this seemed to be the most opportune chance to take him down...
Xeno raised the blade above his head with both hands, ready to bring it down in a swift arc to cleave Mike in two. He paused only a moment to mutter a prayer for this wretched soul-
There was a swish, and several swift punctuations of gunfire as one of Mike's vectors slid across the ground in a graceful arc, grabbed the gun without pause, and shot Xeno thrice in the chest over their master's shoulder.
As the blade and Xeno fell to the ground, Mike finally turned to stand over the dying samurai. His arms were still extended out as if in flight, but in one the still-smoking gun now resided. With a remorseless grin, he laughed quietly; more to the vectors than to Xeno,
"I knew these beauties wouldn't let me die."
His arm finally fell to point accusingly at the struggling, prone form of Xeno. The barrel of the gun was placed with almost loving precision between the eyes of the fox-mask. Applying a little pressure to raise Xeno's head, Mike scolded with a grin,
"I warned you."
The sound of three more shots tore through Airstrip One as Mike emptied the chamber into Xeno's face. Everything halted in the deserted city at the sound of those shots. Granted, shots had been fired before, but all seven knew, like some perception in their minds of the nature of this game had been swiftly reassessed.
~~~~
The Composer turned to Creator You. "That was most unfortunate. Nonetheless, I implore you to keep trying until you forge one who will take the multiverse by storm."
As the Creator departed, the Composer smiled her unfathomable smile and declared, "Very good. Shall we proceed to Round 2?"
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