Re: Battle Royale! (Game Start!) Round 3: Sanctuary/Ark
12-10-2009, 11:17 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
The rock wall finally gave way. Whit fired one more time, to clear the dust. He smiled. This was how he'd live through this round. Certainly, someone else would die in the fire, someone Whit would never be able to destroy, but that was fine. Whoever killed that someone would definitely have a much greater capacity as a living being. Stepping over that killer's greater limit would make up for any missed opportunities. However... It still bothered him, avoiding an opportunity to destroy someone. How could Whit earn any victories if he didn't even face his opponents? He had promised himself that he would play the game straight on, and rip victory from his pure, unrestrained enemies. Of course, common sense need to be applied- walking through the forest wasnt safe or logical. Even his luck, or fate, had forced him to go this way. He was over here, away from all of his opponents because he needed to be AND should have. This was simply where he was to be. He walked through the small tunnel he made. It was completely dark... Whit wondered about what would be on the other side. Suddenly, a harsh coldness washed over him, and he realized that he had reached the end of the tunnel he made. He stared ahead.
"... What's this? Are you... YOU... Kidding me? Did you get lazy? What kind of nonsense is this!?"
Whit babbled his curses. Ahead of him, lay absolutely nothing. There are no words to dicribe it, for accurately discriptive words for nothing don't exist. There was just nothing. Nowhere that Whit could go. He shot his Godgun forward, and felt no wind blasting back at him. He closed his eyes and walked back out of the tunnel. That was no escape... It was just nothing. But to Whit, it was the Gods taunting him. He was meant to be here, and it was clear that the wall was to be pierced. His fate had dictated it. Was this just the power of the gods, showing him the boundary he could not cross? Something that his Luck couldn't guide him past?
...
But no, his luck had never lead him wrong. He remembered his first time gambling, in that old bar... The time he had gambled on the greatest upset in a horserace ever... His luck, his fate was always absolute. Maybe he was meant to see that boundary, to be aware of it later. Maybe he was forced this way so he could learn a few tricks with his weapon. And, maybe, he was on this end of the forest for a different reason. He glanced back up at the airship. A few balloons were drifting away... And, Whit slowly realized, the boat's tip was tilting downwards in his direction. The change in balance began to give the boat forward momentum... It was moving, ever the slightly, but constantly, in Whit's direction. Was this what fate had in store for him, here? He looked on. It was gaining forward speed... But... Whit turned, looking at the tunnel he just made. He smiled. Everything was coming together. The fire forced everyone to come to him, or to the boat. The boat wreck would allow him an arena to play with his opponents properly. The tunnel gave him a place to competely avoid the crash. His luck, his fate had definitely guided him well.
The rock wall finally gave way. Whit fired one more time, to clear the dust. He smiled. This was how he'd live through this round. Certainly, someone else would die in the fire, someone Whit would never be able to destroy, but that was fine. Whoever killed that someone would definitely have a much greater capacity as a living being. Stepping over that killer's greater limit would make up for any missed opportunities. However... It still bothered him, avoiding an opportunity to destroy someone. How could Whit earn any victories if he didn't even face his opponents? He had promised himself that he would play the game straight on, and rip victory from his pure, unrestrained enemies. Of course, common sense need to be applied- walking through the forest wasnt safe or logical. Even his luck, or fate, had forced him to go this way. He was over here, away from all of his opponents because he needed to be AND should have. This was simply where he was to be. He walked through the small tunnel he made. It was completely dark... Whit wondered about what would be on the other side. Suddenly, a harsh coldness washed over him, and he realized that he had reached the end of the tunnel he made. He stared ahead.
"... What's this? Are you... YOU... Kidding me? Did you get lazy? What kind of nonsense is this!?"
Whit babbled his curses. Ahead of him, lay absolutely nothing. There are no words to dicribe it, for accurately discriptive words for nothing don't exist. There was just nothing. Nowhere that Whit could go. He shot his Godgun forward, and felt no wind blasting back at him. He closed his eyes and walked back out of the tunnel. That was no escape... It was just nothing. But to Whit, it was the Gods taunting him. He was meant to be here, and it was clear that the wall was to be pierced. His fate had dictated it. Was this just the power of the gods, showing him the boundary he could not cross? Something that his Luck couldn't guide him past?
...
But no, his luck had never lead him wrong. He remembered his first time gambling, in that old bar... The time he had gambled on the greatest upset in a horserace ever... His luck, his fate was always absolute. Maybe he was meant to see that boundary, to be aware of it later. Maybe he was forced this way so he could learn a few tricks with his weapon. And, maybe, he was on this end of the forest for a different reason. He glanced back up at the airship. A few balloons were drifting away... And, Whit slowly realized, the boat's tip was tilting downwards in his direction. The change in balance began to give the boat forward momentum... It was moving, ever the slightly, but constantly, in Whit's direction. Was this what fate had in store for him, here? He looked on. It was gaining forward speed... But... Whit turned, looking at the tunnel he just made. He smiled. Everything was coming together. The fire forced everyone to come to him, or to the boat. The boat wreck would allow him an arena to play with his opponents properly. The tunnel gave him a place to competely avoid the crash. His luck, his fate had definitely guided him well.