Re: Battle Royale! (Game Start!) Round 3: Sanctuary/Ark
12-14-2009, 07:58 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
Suddenly, Whit heard a loud crack. Turning, he saw a piece of the ship's mast decending on him. He dived out of the way, and the large wood chunk smashed on the ground. Whit got up, dusting himself off. The wood blocked the entrance to his tunnel. The occurrence puzzled him. Usually, inopportune things like this never happened to him. Then, he realized that his that his actions were flawed. What was he doing, retreating after he had begun to move forward? It was good that fate had stopped him in time.
"Focus, Whit. There's nothing left that you need over there anymore. All that's left is for you to move on and take your cards." He muttered to himself, as he walked back to where he was earlier. The fire he had started had burnt out. It seemed the ship was made of dense wood... although it must have been, considering it's size. The boat was probably completely inflammable, perfect for confrontation in this inferno... Whit laughed at how well things fell into place. Raising his godgun and putting a hand in his jacket pocket, he looked for Mike. He was nowhere to be found. Another wasted chance to defeat someone. Still, that was alright. Chances came and went, and undoubtedly Whit would be able to find him again. Chance meetings seemed to be how this game moved. Various confrontations... Forcing each of the players to become better, to reach the maximum limit to their abilities. Even if he won a battle, Whit wouldn't win until he had forced his enemies through their limits, breaking their entire existence. If fact, Whit realized that he was moving towards his own limit as well... He was already at the limit of his physical abilities, and His brain was straining over every action. However, Luck compensated for his body and mind constantly, and Whit could never feel the boundaries of it move. Truly, Luck was limitless... Or so it seemed. Whit shrugged off the train of thought, and snapped back to reality. He was standing on the wreckage of Noah's arc now, his senses assailed by the death around him. Noah was probably among these corpses... No, that wouldn't make sense. It would be strange if the gods created a living, breathing man to join them, Whit thought, although he realized that that impression could have come from how empty the first arena was. Still, That city was completely devoid of life.... And these corpses certainly seem like they would have been alive. A Human being here wouldn't be that much of a stretch... Whit didn't know why, but he wanted to find the theoretical Human, Noah. It didn't make any difference... But it still made him curious. What would it be like, a just made human? Would it be any different than Whit himself? Whit moved forward cautiously. If the "Noah" would be anywhere, it would be in the Cabin. Although it was strange to have one on a ship this size, Whit could already see it ahead, relatively undamaged. It was at the top of the boat, so the rest of the ship must have dulled the impact. Although it was distant, Whit could see that it was, along with the rest of the ship, ridiculously over sized.
Suddenly, Whit heard a loud crack. Turning, he saw a piece of the ship's mast decending on him. He dived out of the way, and the large wood chunk smashed on the ground. Whit got up, dusting himself off. The wood blocked the entrance to his tunnel. The occurrence puzzled him. Usually, inopportune things like this never happened to him. Then, he realized that his that his actions were flawed. What was he doing, retreating after he had begun to move forward? It was good that fate had stopped him in time.
"Focus, Whit. There's nothing left that you need over there anymore. All that's left is for you to move on and take your cards." He muttered to himself, as he walked back to where he was earlier. The fire he had started had burnt out. It seemed the ship was made of dense wood... although it must have been, considering it's size. The boat was probably completely inflammable, perfect for confrontation in this inferno... Whit laughed at how well things fell into place. Raising his godgun and putting a hand in his jacket pocket, he looked for Mike. He was nowhere to be found. Another wasted chance to defeat someone. Still, that was alright. Chances came and went, and undoubtedly Whit would be able to find him again. Chance meetings seemed to be how this game moved. Various confrontations... Forcing each of the players to become better, to reach the maximum limit to their abilities. Even if he won a battle, Whit wouldn't win until he had forced his enemies through their limits, breaking their entire existence. If fact, Whit realized that he was moving towards his own limit as well... He was already at the limit of his physical abilities, and His brain was straining over every action. However, Luck compensated for his body and mind constantly, and Whit could never feel the boundaries of it move. Truly, Luck was limitless... Or so it seemed. Whit shrugged off the train of thought, and snapped back to reality. He was standing on the wreckage of Noah's arc now, his senses assailed by the death around him. Noah was probably among these corpses... No, that wouldn't make sense. It would be strange if the gods created a living, breathing man to join them, Whit thought, although he realized that that impression could have come from how empty the first arena was. Still, That city was completely devoid of life.... And these corpses certainly seem like they would have been alive. A Human being here wouldn't be that much of a stretch... Whit didn't know why, but he wanted to find the theoretical Human, Noah. It didn't make any difference... But it still made him curious. What would it be like, a just made human? Would it be any different than Whit himself? Whit moved forward cautiously. If the "Noah" would be anywhere, it would be in the Cabin. Although it was strange to have one on a ship this size, Whit could already see it ahead, relatively undamaged. It was at the top of the boat, so the rest of the ship must have dulled the impact. Although it was distant, Whit could see that it was, along with the rest of the ship, ridiculously over sized.