Re: Battle Royale! (Game Start!) Round 2: The Hoodoo
11-16-2009, 07:45 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Schazer.
Creator Ko let out a horrified noise as Grimm got an eyeful of bullet, throwing his arms up in frustration as the Eclipse went out in a burst of glory. "Well, that's me done."
It played well, the Composer consoled him. Perhaps... it played too long in the shadows, though. An impressive final oeuvre on its part, though.
Returning her attention to the six still scrambling to escape the fog, the Composer altered its composition subtly with a twirl of her hand, before dragging it in a rush up the pillar. Quietly savouring the look on their faces as they imagined their awful demise, The Creator swiftly and efficiently warped the world while the contestants could not see it.
The mist parted, to reveal each contestant standing beneath a thick canopy of tropical trees. No matter where the contestants came from, it appeared some natives from their own lands were coexisting with this paradoxical, transdimensional jungle. Other than the occasional drip of water or murmur of breeze, the place was silent. Not a single bird's cry pierced the stillness, nor cry of larger animal.
If one was not acquainted with the normal sounds of a rainforest, you could be forgivven for thinking it peaceful.
Knowing how it should've sounded, though, made it unberably unnerving.
Some contestants swiftly climbed a tree to get a better look of the battlefield, and found two things of interest: Firstly, they appeared to be situated in the bowl of some enormous, long-extinct volcano. Its crater was long-engulfed by the impossible medly of trees and flowers and shrubs and vines from across the universes and galaxies and dimensions the Composer had evidently scoured to search for her contestants.
Second, and slightly more interesting to some; was the shape which loomed in the sky above them: The moss-and-vine encrusted hull of a gargantuan ship, floating with no visible means of support. Every plank on it looked like a centuries-old sentinel of the forest had been flattened into rectangular submission and pinned in place by monstrous arms.
It was too big for any of the contestants to ascertain from the ground whether it posessed sails or not. On cue, the Composer sang out from nowhere in particular,
"Welcome, contestants, to Sanctuary. Or, it was," the Composer adds in afterthought tones, before brightening up again. "I tired of the homogeny of the landscape last round, and offer you... variety. Enough to be swallowed up by it."
"Let the Third Act begin."
Creator Ko let out a horrified noise as Grimm got an eyeful of bullet, throwing his arms up in frustration as the Eclipse went out in a burst of glory. "Well, that's me done."
It played well, the Composer consoled him. Perhaps... it played too long in the shadows, though. An impressive final oeuvre on its part, though.
Returning her attention to the six still scrambling to escape the fog, the Composer altered its composition subtly with a twirl of her hand, before dragging it in a rush up the pillar. Quietly savouring the look on their faces as they imagined their awful demise, The Creator swiftly and efficiently warped the world while the contestants could not see it.
The mist parted, to reveal each contestant standing beneath a thick canopy of tropical trees. No matter where the contestants came from, it appeared some natives from their own lands were coexisting with this paradoxical, transdimensional jungle. Other than the occasional drip of water or murmur of breeze, the place was silent. Not a single bird's cry pierced the stillness, nor cry of larger animal.
If one was not acquainted with the normal sounds of a rainforest, you could be forgivven for thinking it peaceful.
Knowing how it should've sounded, though, made it unberably unnerving.
Some contestants swiftly climbed a tree to get a better look of the battlefield, and found two things of interest: Firstly, they appeared to be situated in the bowl of some enormous, long-extinct volcano. Its crater was long-engulfed by the impossible medly of trees and flowers and shrubs and vines from across the universes and galaxies and dimensions the Composer had evidently scoured to search for her contestants.
Second, and slightly more interesting to some; was the shape which loomed in the sky above them: The moss-and-vine encrusted hull of a gargantuan ship, floating with no visible means of support. Every plank on it looked like a centuries-old sentinel of the forest had been flattened into rectangular submission and pinned in place by monstrous arms.
It was too big for any of the contestants to ascertain from the ground whether it posessed sails or not. On cue, the Composer sang out from nowhere in particular,
"Welcome, contestants, to Sanctuary. Or, it was," the Composer adds in afterthought tones, before brightening up again. "I tired of the homogeny of the landscape last round, and offer you... variety. Enough to be swallowed up by it."
"Let the Third Act begin."
Spoiler
peace to the unsung peace to the martyrs | i'm johnny rotten appleseed
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow