Re: Battle Royale! (Game Start!) Round 2: The Hoodoo
11-15-2009, 01:32 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
Whit needed the highest point to be close, but not too close. If it were too close, he'd probably be killed by the falling rocks. He did a little quick guesswork in his head, and decided where it seemed weak. Looking around, he found a platform below him that jutted out, and could provide the angle he needed, which was, luckily, next to a tunnel.
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A few moments later, Whit was crouched on the platform. He looked down. The fog had risen more... It was roughly 20 m from his location. Still, this was bearable. Soon, he'd have the chance to reach the top. He drew the godgun, and pointed at the previously found point. He pulled the trigger. A violent wave ripped through the air and smashed into the wall, puncturing it and collapsing a hole. The Hoodoo shook. Zeke jumped slightly at the impact, and thought it was another one of Itzal's tricks. Itzal stumbled, suddenly wary that something might ruin his plans. Grimm, Mike, Gadget and Kiren were lower and only heard the sound and felt slight vibrations, but all realized that something similar had happened previously. Whit pulled the trigger a few more times fearlessly, but nothing happened. Suddenly, the gun worked again, smashing next to the previous he. Whit had finally discovered the delay. It would be trouble later on, he figured, but didn't worry about it. It was a minor issue at the moment. His Mortality suddenly made itself clear, and Whit's legs shook. The fear was taking hold of him, but he released it through words.
"fall, damnit, fall! This entire stucture is in my hands, and I will bend it! This entire round, I will turn it on it's head! I won't be trapped by something so willless!"
His words had no meaning to anyone, anything but himself. His obsessions, his desires, his ego slipped out, driving his fear out at the same time. Rocks dropped down, in larger and larger pieces. Whit narrowly dodged one, the adreneline sharpening his focus. He was bringing the structure down, down to a height he could reach.
48m
Fog:30m
God Yifan: "haha! Oh Whit, what a character he is. He's not much of a fighter, but he sure does big things! See, giving him that gun was a fun idea. Don't you think so, Composer? Haha!
Whit needed the highest point to be close, but not too close. If it were too close, he'd probably be killed by the falling rocks. He did a little quick guesswork in his head, and decided where it seemed weak. Looking around, he found a platform below him that jutted out, and could provide the angle he needed, which was, luckily, next to a tunnel.
...
...
A few moments later, Whit was crouched on the platform. He looked down. The fog had risen more... It was roughly 20 m from his location. Still, this was bearable. Soon, he'd have the chance to reach the top. He drew the godgun, and pointed at the previously found point. He pulled the trigger. A violent wave ripped through the air and smashed into the wall, puncturing it and collapsing a hole. The Hoodoo shook. Zeke jumped slightly at the impact, and thought it was another one of Itzal's tricks. Itzal stumbled, suddenly wary that something might ruin his plans. Grimm, Mike, Gadget and Kiren were lower and only heard the sound and felt slight vibrations, but all realized that something similar had happened previously. Whit pulled the trigger a few more times fearlessly, but nothing happened. Suddenly, the gun worked again, smashing next to the previous he. Whit had finally discovered the delay. It would be trouble later on, he figured, but didn't worry about it. It was a minor issue at the moment. His Mortality suddenly made itself clear, and Whit's legs shook. The fear was taking hold of him, but he released it through words.
"fall, damnit, fall! This entire stucture is in my hands, and I will bend it! This entire round, I will turn it on it's head! I won't be trapped by something so willless!"
His words had no meaning to anyone, anything but himself. His obsessions, his desires, his ego slipped out, driving his fear out at the same time. Rocks dropped down, in larger and larger pieces. Whit narrowly dodged one, the adreneline sharpening his focus. He was bringing the structure down, down to a height he could reach.
48m
Fog:30m
God Yifan: "haha! Oh Whit, what a character he is. He's not much of a fighter, but he sure does big things! See, giving him that gun was a fun idea. Don't you think so, Composer? Haha!
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