Re: Battle Royale! Round 4: Artistry
01-05-2010, 03:58 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Lankie.
Zeke brought his hands up in a vain attempt to defend himself from Mikes shotgun blast, the expected didn't come. Instead Zeke felt as if the the fabric of his being was altered, was this death, in a never ending expanse?
No. He had felt this before, the transitions between worlds felt the same, just on a much lesser extent. Zeke already knew this was a game for the gods, but he was becoming more aware of his 'prison'.
It felt like an eternity and an instant at the same time. However Zeke found himself standing in an infinite white expance. Breathing fresh air was a luxury, Zeke felt so much better, his previous wounds and tiredness appeared to have gone. He figured the transition had a refresh effect on all contestants alive.
Zeke watched with intreage the pen and pencil draw the very landscape around him.It was bizzare to say the least, but he was at this point desensitised to it. He watched the pen fall down into a field of grain, or what he assumed was grain. He knew it could be of use.
He began running through the nigh on blank landscape towards the field of grain, he saw a bird take off in the distance. "Some things never change."
Spoiler
Zeke brought his hands up in a vain attempt to defend himself from Mikes shotgun blast, the expected didn't come. Instead Zeke felt as if the the fabric of his being was altered, was this death, in a never ending expanse?
No. He had felt this before, the transitions between worlds felt the same, just on a much lesser extent. Zeke already knew this was a game for the gods, but he was becoming more aware of his 'prison'.
It felt like an eternity and an instant at the same time. However Zeke found himself standing in an infinite white expance. Breathing fresh air was a luxury, Zeke felt so much better, his previous wounds and tiredness appeared to have gone. He figured the transition had a refresh effect on all contestants alive.
Zeke watched with intreage the pen and pencil draw the very landscape around him.It was bizzare to say the least, but he was at this point desensitised to it. He watched the pen fall down into a field of grain, or what he assumed was grain. He knew it could be of use.
He began running through the nigh on blank landscape towards the field of grain, he saw a bird take off in the distance. "Some things never change."