Re: Battle Royale! (Game Start!) Round 3: Sanctuary/Ark
12-18-2009, 01:02 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
Whit walked with the single goal of finding Noah. It occupied his entire being... Why, again? For the sake of knowing if a human's life was so cheap, that it could be created, built, moved by a just a god's will. He was looking for either the limit of a human's existence or the limits of a god's power. If the gods could, there would definitely be a Noah... Whit knew how the gods worked. This conflict was all just a game to them- each stage had been placed to fit some sort of theme... And this theme, could itbe anything but Noah's ark? It all fit so far... Besides the fact that it flew. ...Maybe it was still Noah's ark, but on a bigger scale. It was much larger than any estimation of the actual ark, and it flew because it was sailing on something more universal than just water... Air. It made some sort of sense to Whit... Enough for him to follow that logical trail to Noah.
Even in his lost thoughts, Whit heard movement. Wood cracked. The floor shook. A muffled growl sounded. There must be some living animals down there... Some strong enough, or built well enough to survive the fall. Of course, Whit thought, this was another aspect of the bigger scale of Noah's ark- more animals. By now, he had realized that the plants below were alien plants, possibly coming from the worlds the monsters he fought with. The animals must be, too, drawn from every world as well. Whit was even more sure of his assumption, now. He then heard a crack that was higher than the others. Only slightly, but it was enough for him to notice. He turned, and glanced around casually.
"huh, the animals must be climbing out pretty fast.", Whit called out, bluffing.
He turned back and continued walking towards the door, keeping to more open spaces. Whit wasn't a fool- he knew Mike was still around. He also knew it would do no good to hide, as Mike had an invisible attack. Whit raised his gun and shot the door of the cabin down from a distance. He didn't want it to impede him when he might need it gone. For now though, Whit would simply keep walking, alert, and figure out where Mike was hiding. A sound... A stray smell, any movement... That was all Whit needed. Still, he didn't expect to get any of those chances. If he wasn't attacked, that was fine with him. Whit was fairly sure that the cabin would make a much better place to fight.
Whit walked with the single goal of finding Noah. It occupied his entire being... Why, again? For the sake of knowing if a human's life was so cheap, that it could be created, built, moved by a just a god's will. He was looking for either the limit of a human's existence or the limits of a god's power. If the gods could, there would definitely be a Noah... Whit knew how the gods worked. This conflict was all just a game to them- each stage had been placed to fit some sort of theme... And this theme, could itbe anything but Noah's ark? It all fit so far... Besides the fact that it flew. ...Maybe it was still Noah's ark, but on a bigger scale. It was much larger than any estimation of the actual ark, and it flew because it was sailing on something more universal than just water... Air. It made some sort of sense to Whit... Enough for him to follow that logical trail to Noah.
Even in his lost thoughts, Whit heard movement. Wood cracked. The floor shook. A muffled growl sounded. There must be some living animals down there... Some strong enough, or built well enough to survive the fall. Of course, Whit thought, this was another aspect of the bigger scale of Noah's ark- more animals. By now, he had realized that the plants below were alien plants, possibly coming from the worlds the monsters he fought with. The animals must be, too, drawn from every world as well. Whit was even more sure of his assumption, now. He then heard a crack that was higher than the others. Only slightly, but it was enough for him to notice. He turned, and glanced around casually.
"huh, the animals must be climbing out pretty fast.", Whit called out, bluffing.
He turned back and continued walking towards the door, keeping to more open spaces. Whit wasn't a fool- he knew Mike was still around. He also knew it would do no good to hide, as Mike had an invisible attack. Whit raised his gun and shot the door of the cabin down from a distance. He didn't want it to impede him when he might need it gone. For now though, Whit would simply keep walking, alert, and figure out where Mike was hiding. A sound... A stray smell, any movement... That was all Whit needed. Still, he didn't expect to get any of those chances. If he wasn't attacked, that was fine with him. Whit was fairly sure that the cabin would make a much better place to fight.