Re: Battle Royale! (Game Start!) Round 3: Sanctuary/Ark
12-04-2009, 05:30 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Kiren17.
Cobra continued to fasten leaves to other leaves, his tarp getting bigger and bigger now. Soon he had a very large 30 x 30 foot tarp. This was very good, but air could still get through the leaves. So he went on another search, remembering distinctly where his tarp was. Not a few minutes after he began searching, he found what he was looking for. It was a large cactus-like plant that was oozing a sticky substance out of the many pods riddling it. Cobra took his shield and sword then proceeded to break all the needles off so he could manage the thing. He then cut it at the very bottom as close to the root as possible, the same substance from the pods oozing out where he cut. He quickly flipped it upside down, so the goo would stay inside, and rushed back to where his tarp was. He leaned the cactus-like plant against a tree (He had no idea what this plant was called) and tried to find some bamboo. He finally stumbled upon a fairly large patch of it, and began cutting haphazardly, until he had a significant amount of stalks. He tied them together with a nearby vine and dragged them back to his tarp. Now he could really begin to work. He took the bamboo and cut all the pieces to equal, 4 foot lengths. Soon he had a very large pile, stacked neatly, and he went to search for some thing, strong vines. This wasn't particularly difficult, for vines were everywhere around the area, and gathered as many as he could find. He then began the tedious part of the operation: Taking the pieces of bamboo, fastening them together side-by-side to make floors, and trying to keep them relatively sturdy enough to stand on. After 10 minutes of trying and ultimately failing at this, Cobra began to get frustrated, throwing the bamboo everywhere, like a child throwing a tantrum.
"FUCK IT! It doesn't NEED a basket!"
Cobra grabbed his cactus-like plant and walked over to his tarp. He began to pour the goo on the tarp, thoroughly covering every inch of it. The finished product was exactly what Cobra had wanted. The goo had dried and made a silicone-type sealant along the tarp. Cobra picked one end up, held it up to his mouth, and blew. He felt around the other side with his free hand, and couldn't feel any air coming through.
"Sweet."
The goo had also strengthened the tarp, making it extremely hard to tear. Cobra searched around the forest a little bit more and came across a thing, but strong, tree. He cut it down with a few chops with his sword and stripped it of its branches. What he had now was a semi-straight, sturdy and thin log. He tied four vines to it, two on each end, and designated 4 corners of the tarp, to which he tied the other ends of the vine to. Now he was ready. He grabbed a smaller stick, about the size of a torch, wrapped a bit of underbrush and leaves around it, then ran off towards the fire. He returned to his work space, flaming stick in hand, and ducked his head under the tarp, where he held the torch. The effect was almost immediate. The tarp began to rise on its own, slowly, but surely, and nearly brought the log that was attached to it off the ground. Cobra jumped and caught the stick, pulling it down, and stood on it, where he held the torch up below the tarp. It began to rise at a steady pace now, having a bit of trouble getting him off the ground, but soon he was above the forest treetops, looking at the ark and all the fire engulfing the forest. Cobra was quite happy with himself, but then realize that he had no means of steering. The wind began to carry him away from the ark, he panicked. In a last ditch effort to try and prevent himself from plummeting to the ground, gouging himself with sharp rocks, he focused all his energy to weighing down one of the 4 vines attached to the balloon. This helped, albeit not that much, but it helped. The balloon began tilting a bit, then began to travel the direction that Cobra was pulling on. He experimented with each corner, pulling them down, getting the same result each time, then pulled the two back most vines, throwing himself in the direction of the ark.
Cobra continued to fasten leaves to other leaves, his tarp getting bigger and bigger now. Soon he had a very large 30 x 30 foot tarp. This was very good, but air could still get through the leaves. So he went on another search, remembering distinctly where his tarp was. Not a few minutes after he began searching, he found what he was looking for. It was a large cactus-like plant that was oozing a sticky substance out of the many pods riddling it. Cobra took his shield and sword then proceeded to break all the needles off so he could manage the thing. He then cut it at the very bottom as close to the root as possible, the same substance from the pods oozing out where he cut. He quickly flipped it upside down, so the goo would stay inside, and rushed back to where his tarp was. He leaned the cactus-like plant against a tree (He had no idea what this plant was called) and tried to find some bamboo. He finally stumbled upon a fairly large patch of it, and began cutting haphazardly, until he had a significant amount of stalks. He tied them together with a nearby vine and dragged them back to his tarp. Now he could really begin to work. He took the bamboo and cut all the pieces to equal, 4 foot lengths. Soon he had a very large pile, stacked neatly, and he went to search for some thing, strong vines. This wasn't particularly difficult, for vines were everywhere around the area, and gathered as many as he could find. He then began the tedious part of the operation: Taking the pieces of bamboo, fastening them together side-by-side to make floors, and trying to keep them relatively sturdy enough to stand on. After 10 minutes of trying and ultimately failing at this, Cobra began to get frustrated, throwing the bamboo everywhere, like a child throwing a tantrum.
"FUCK IT! It doesn't NEED a basket!"
Cobra grabbed his cactus-like plant and walked over to his tarp. He began to pour the goo on the tarp, thoroughly covering every inch of it. The finished product was exactly what Cobra had wanted. The goo had dried and made a silicone-type sealant along the tarp. Cobra picked one end up, held it up to his mouth, and blew. He felt around the other side with his free hand, and couldn't feel any air coming through.
"Sweet."
The goo had also strengthened the tarp, making it extremely hard to tear. Cobra searched around the forest a little bit more and came across a thing, but strong, tree. He cut it down with a few chops with his sword and stripped it of its branches. What he had now was a semi-straight, sturdy and thin log. He tied four vines to it, two on each end, and designated 4 corners of the tarp, to which he tied the other ends of the vine to. Now he was ready. He grabbed a smaller stick, about the size of a torch, wrapped a bit of underbrush and leaves around it, then ran off towards the fire. He returned to his work space, flaming stick in hand, and ducked his head under the tarp, where he held the torch. The effect was almost immediate. The tarp began to rise on its own, slowly, but surely, and nearly brought the log that was attached to it off the ground. Cobra jumped and caught the stick, pulling it down, and stood on it, where he held the torch up below the tarp. It began to rise at a steady pace now, having a bit of trouble getting him off the ground, but soon he was above the forest treetops, looking at the ark and all the fire engulfing the forest. Cobra was quite happy with himself, but then realize that he had no means of steering. The wind began to carry him away from the ark, he panicked. In a last ditch effort to try and prevent himself from plummeting to the ground, gouging himself with sharp rocks, he focused all his energy to weighing down one of the 4 vines attached to the balloon. This helped, albeit not that much, but it helped. The balloon began tilting a bit, then began to travel the direction that Cobra was pulling on. He experimented with each corner, pulling them down, getting the same result each time, then pulled the two back most vines, throwing himself in the direction of the ark.
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