Re: Battle Royale! (Game Start!) Round 3: Sanctuary/Ark
12-14-2009, 01:45 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Drakenforge.
Whit emerged from his make shift bunker into the open canopy of the jungle. Proof of the ships crash was present everywhere he could see. Devris was scattered like it had rained from the clouds. There were birds flying in the air, having excaped in time. There were unlucky animals too. Hanging from branches, others lying dead in bushes. Some had survived too, but were mostly moaning in pain.
The jungle was no longer silent. The ship's echoing crash had brought with it life, and death.
He walked forward towards the wreckage, wondering.
Odd. I was wrong. There wasn't a whole lot of water in the ship. The fire still rages, better not stray too far from the cave. But the ship reminds me so much of that story. But one thing eludes me. Where is this Noah? Who built the ship?
He bagan to ignore the questions he asked himself. He kept his godgun ready as he crept closer to the wreckage.
It would be amazing if anything survived. The whole outside of the ship was a mangled mess. The floating devices were broken and deflated, and there where plenty of cracks to peer through into the hull.
He aproached the largest on in the left side of the ship. He poked his head through, and was surprised to see some sort of field.
Well, what a field would look like if it had been hit by a huge earthquake. The reinforced walls had crumpled in, and there were animal corpses everywhere.
But the blood. The smell overcame Whit and he had to cover his nose with his free hand.
This wasn't caused by the crash, was it? There are gashes in the animal's, gore hangs from the walls for crying out loud!
Whit expected a monster to have done the deed, when a small voice in the back of his head spoke a single word.
Mike.
It was easy to assume Mike had caused the genocide. Afterall, Whit had seen what he was capable of. And then there was the incident at the bottom of the Hoodoo. He tensed himself up, knowing he couldn't predict Mike, and couldn't let his guard down.
He heard a wet sound, followed by a squicsy cracking noise. He turned his head to see Mike biting into the haunch of some sort of dog.
To Whit, even with his hardened lifestyle, even with his close brushes with death, nothing could have prepared him for the crimson coated sight that was Mike.
His face was different. Gone was the grin he had frim being full of himself. No longer did remain relaxed, instead he sat tensed up, eyes darting everywhere.
Whit spied a small bone coloured object in Mike's hair, one he hadn't noticed before.
He thoought to himself: This boy is... no, not a boy. I don't know what happened in here, but Mike is definitely a monster. Putting him down is the only option, no matter the cost.
He loaded another explosive cone into the barrel of his gun just as Mike spotted him.
Whit brought the gun up as Mike lept towards him, aiming straight at his chest.
THe vectors covered the area Whit aimed, but no matter. They may be strong, but they can't stop fire.
Whit pulled the trigger and the cone exploded into shards of fire as they enveloped Mike.
He screamed, and fell to the side. his vectors didn't skip a beat, the launched him sideways, and he landed in a ditch full of blood and guts.
Whit didn't check to see if he lived, he had set the inside of the boat on fire too and the forest fire was spreading to where the boat had crashed.
He jumped out of the crack and made his way back to his hidey hole, hoping that the fire would finish someone off soon, before they all succumb to it.
Mike broke through the surface of the ditch, gasping for breath.
'DAMN HIM! Crap.... My body, everything hurts now. I dunno what happened while I wa out, but now I have quite a few cuts and bruises, OW. And I think one of my ribs is broken....'
He dragged himself out and lay on his back panting and coughing up blood that was not his own.
'Woah. What a *cough* mess... Did I do this? Or was it you guys?'
Us. You were too weak. Took over. Protected.
"Bullshit" Mike spat, remarking at how well they protected him.
He could feel the burns around his body. They stung like mad, but they'd keep him focused at least.
He hated Itzal. He hated Whit. He hated Zeke.
He couldn't let them get away with kicking him aroud any longer.
Mike wanted revenge. but first, he wanted a breather.
Whit emerged from his make shift bunker into the open canopy of the jungle. Proof of the ships crash was present everywhere he could see. Devris was scattered like it had rained from the clouds. There were birds flying in the air, having excaped in time. There were unlucky animals too. Hanging from branches, others lying dead in bushes. Some had survived too, but were mostly moaning in pain.
The jungle was no longer silent. The ship's echoing crash had brought with it life, and death.
He walked forward towards the wreckage, wondering.
Odd. I was wrong. There wasn't a whole lot of water in the ship. The fire still rages, better not stray too far from the cave. But the ship reminds me so much of that story. But one thing eludes me. Where is this Noah? Who built the ship?
He bagan to ignore the questions he asked himself. He kept his godgun ready as he crept closer to the wreckage.
It would be amazing if anything survived. The whole outside of the ship was a mangled mess. The floating devices were broken and deflated, and there where plenty of cracks to peer through into the hull.
He aproached the largest on in the left side of the ship. He poked his head through, and was surprised to see some sort of field.
Well, what a field would look like if it had been hit by a huge earthquake. The reinforced walls had crumpled in, and there were animal corpses everywhere.
But the blood. The smell overcame Whit and he had to cover his nose with his free hand.
This wasn't caused by the crash, was it? There are gashes in the animal's, gore hangs from the walls for crying out loud!
Whit expected a monster to have done the deed, when a small voice in the back of his head spoke a single word.
Mike.
It was easy to assume Mike had caused the genocide. Afterall, Whit had seen what he was capable of. And then there was the incident at the bottom of the Hoodoo. He tensed himself up, knowing he couldn't predict Mike, and couldn't let his guard down.
He heard a wet sound, followed by a squicsy cracking noise. He turned his head to see Mike biting into the haunch of some sort of dog.
To Whit, even with his hardened lifestyle, even with his close brushes with death, nothing could have prepared him for the crimson coated sight that was Mike.
His face was different. Gone was the grin he had frim being full of himself. No longer did remain relaxed, instead he sat tensed up, eyes darting everywhere.
Whit spied a small bone coloured object in Mike's hair, one he hadn't noticed before.
He thoought to himself: This boy is... no, not a boy. I don't know what happened in here, but Mike is definitely a monster. Putting him down is the only option, no matter the cost.
He loaded another explosive cone into the barrel of his gun just as Mike spotted him.
Whit brought the gun up as Mike lept towards him, aiming straight at his chest.
THe vectors covered the area Whit aimed, but no matter. They may be strong, but they can't stop fire.
Whit pulled the trigger and the cone exploded into shards of fire as they enveloped Mike.
He screamed, and fell to the side. his vectors didn't skip a beat, the launched him sideways, and he landed in a ditch full of blood and guts.
Whit didn't check to see if he lived, he had set the inside of the boat on fire too and the forest fire was spreading to where the boat had crashed.
He jumped out of the crack and made his way back to his hidey hole, hoping that the fire would finish someone off soon, before they all succumb to it.
Mike broke through the surface of the ditch, gasping for breath.
'DAMN HIM! Crap.... My body, everything hurts now. I dunno what happened while I wa out, but now I have quite a few cuts and bruises, OW. And I think one of my ribs is broken....'
He dragged himself out and lay on his back panting and coughing up blood that was not his own.
'Woah. What a *cough* mess... Did I do this? Or was it you guys?'
Us. You were too weak. Took over. Protected.
"Bullshit" Mike spat, remarking at how well they protected him.
He could feel the burns around his body. They stung like mad, but they'd keep him focused at least.
He hated Itzal. He hated Whit. He hated Zeke.
He couldn't let them get away with kicking him aroud any longer.
Mike wanted revenge. but first, he wanted a breather.