Re: Battle Royale! Round 4: Artistry
01-05-2010, 04:57 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Drakenforge.
Mike stood, brushed himself off, and cracked most of the crackable bones he had, starting with his knuckles, leading to his neck and back, and ending with a crouch that cracked his knees. He sat like this and stared into the black outlined sun.
"Kekeke. 'Contrast of white on white' is it? Wait. That didn't make sense. Shit. Uhhh hold on something smart to say.... Oh. How about, When I'm threw with this place they'll need more that erasers to wipe the blood stain's away?"
Mike noticed he was talking to himself, and corrected his fault by re-creating his wild grin. His body was working, and his vectors weren't going to fail him anymore.
A plan formed in his head. Pencils, pens, rulers etc. Thing's everyone knows about.
Mike knew he came from a modern earth. A modern world instrument must be around, if the normal one's are.
Or at least a paintbrush. Yes, that would lap up 'ink' quite well.
Mike started for the castle. What his perception would tell him must be at least a mile away, seemed to grow and grow with each passing step, until he stood at the front gate itself within four minutes. The castle was indeed large, but Mike was troubled.
'I got here way too fast. Was it my urge to get here that caused this?
Wait, what was that annoying trick of the eye, the one with the elephants and their legs...
I see, and like the vase/two faces. .Perception, it seems, is a powerful thing in this world'
Mike stared the large gate up and down. Wood, reinforced with rivets here and there. Most likely one of those barred gates behind it.
Mike started hacking away with his vectors, before a nice pile of splinters began to surround him.
Mike stood, brushed himself off, and cracked most of the crackable bones he had, starting with his knuckles, leading to his neck and back, and ending with a crouch that cracked his knees. He sat like this and stared into the black outlined sun.
"Kekeke. 'Contrast of white on white' is it? Wait. That didn't make sense. Shit. Uhhh hold on something smart to say.... Oh. How about, When I'm threw with this place they'll need more that erasers to wipe the blood stain's away?"
Mike noticed he was talking to himself, and corrected his fault by re-creating his wild grin. His body was working, and his vectors weren't going to fail him anymore.
A plan formed in his head. Pencils, pens, rulers etc. Thing's everyone knows about.
Mike knew he came from a modern earth. A modern world instrument must be around, if the normal one's are.
Or at least a paintbrush. Yes, that would lap up 'ink' quite well.
Mike started for the castle. What his perception would tell him must be at least a mile away, seemed to grow and grow with each passing step, until he stood at the front gate itself within four minutes. The castle was indeed large, but Mike was troubled.
'I got here way too fast. Was it my urge to get here that caused this?
Wait, what was that annoying trick of the eye, the one with the elephants and their legs...
I see, and like the vase/two faces. .Perception, it seems, is a powerful thing in this world'
Mike stared the large gate up and down. Wood, reinforced with rivets here and there. Most likely one of those barred gates behind it.
Mike started hacking away with his vectors, before a nice pile of splinters began to surround him.