Re: Battle Royale! (Game Start!) Round 3: Sanctuary/Ark
01-05-2010, 01:10 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Schazer.
While Zeke and Mike duked it out, Itzal and Whit attempted to master their new mounts, and Gadget was god-knows-where, Cobra was getting desperate. Resorting first to half-wolf, then full-wolf form to overcome the intense heat of the inferno, the warrior's once sleek fur was now a bedraggled, singed mess. Ears pricking at the telltale groan of a gargantuan tree being eaten out by fire, Cobra leapt with a hair's-breadth to spare as the sentinel came bearing down upon him.
Shit, the Fang Layonin thought to himself, that was too close. Further splintering and popping told him more trees were starting to fall, so he high-tailed it out of there, breath coming in sharp, painful mouthfuls of unbearable heat and choking smoke.
Spotting the edge of the forest, Cobra sprinted for it to be greeted by the imposing bulk of the crater wall, almost glowing with the heat. Cobra winced as his paws were scorched by the baking stone beneath, but he backed into the unyielding stone anyway in a futile attempt to escape the blaze.
The wolf panted tiredly, eyes flickering this way and that to find the non-existent escape route. His ragged breathing, compounded with the roar of the dying forest, was louder than the ominous graunch of stone being wrought apart by intense temperatures.
Cobra heard the warning shots of stone shrapnel, but in his battered state was not fast enough; the sizeable boulder came thundering down, striking the wolf square in the spine, leaving the fallen warrior helpless to escape the all-consuming flames.
As Cobra passed out from the pain, oblivious to the burning branch which had fallen on his remains, the world dissolved around the remaining contestants, reverting to that empty nothingness Whit had found at the end of his tunnel.
The Composer ushered out Cobra's Creator, thanking him for his time and contribution to the project. Another being replaced Kai amongst the six remaining entities. The Gentleman did his best to look at ease amongst the immortals, but he wasn't going to linger. This was strictly business.
"Composer - and Observer," he added, noting the identity of Gadget's creator, "If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, then I am here to tell you the Director is most abashed by your display. So humbled is he, in fact, that he would like to invite the winner of this battle to another, and repeat the experiment with the best of the best."
The Composer tried to avoid looking too surprised, but then looked amongst the Creators for any immediate opposition. Seeing none, the Composer replied with a smile, "Tell your Director I look forward to bringing the finest fighter this side of creation."
The Gentleman tipped his hat to the entity, and vanished.
While Zeke and Mike duked it out, Itzal and Whit attempted to master their new mounts, and Gadget was god-knows-where, Cobra was getting desperate. Resorting first to half-wolf, then full-wolf form to overcome the intense heat of the inferno, the warrior's once sleek fur was now a bedraggled, singed mess. Ears pricking at the telltale groan of a gargantuan tree being eaten out by fire, Cobra leapt with a hair's-breadth to spare as the sentinel came bearing down upon him.
Shit, the Fang Layonin thought to himself, that was too close. Further splintering and popping told him more trees were starting to fall, so he high-tailed it out of there, breath coming in sharp, painful mouthfuls of unbearable heat and choking smoke.
Spotting the edge of the forest, Cobra sprinted for it to be greeted by the imposing bulk of the crater wall, almost glowing with the heat. Cobra winced as his paws were scorched by the baking stone beneath, but he backed into the unyielding stone anyway in a futile attempt to escape the blaze.
The wolf panted tiredly, eyes flickering this way and that to find the non-existent escape route. His ragged breathing, compounded with the roar of the dying forest, was louder than the ominous graunch of stone being wrought apart by intense temperatures.
Cobra heard the warning shots of stone shrapnel, but in his battered state was not fast enough; the sizeable boulder came thundering down, striking the wolf square in the spine, leaving the fallen warrior helpless to escape the all-consuming flames.
As Cobra passed out from the pain, oblivious to the burning branch which had fallen on his remains, the world dissolved around the remaining contestants, reverting to that empty nothingness Whit had found at the end of his tunnel.
The Composer ushered out Cobra's Creator, thanking him for his time and contribution to the project. Another being replaced Kai amongst the six remaining entities. The Gentleman did his best to look at ease amongst the immortals, but he wasn't going to linger. This was strictly business.
"Composer - and Observer," he added, noting the identity of Gadget's creator, "If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, then I am here to tell you the Director is most abashed by your display. So humbled is he, in fact, that he would like to invite the winner of this battle to another, and repeat the experiment with the best of the best."
The Composer tried to avoid looking too surprised, but then looked amongst the Creators for any immediate opposition. Seeing none, the Composer replied with a smile, "Tell your Director I look forward to bringing the finest fighter this side of creation."
The Gentleman tipped his hat to the entity, and vanished.
Spoiler
peace to the unsung peace to the martyrs | i'm johnny rotten appleseed
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow