Re: Battle Royale! Round 4: Artistry
01-09-2010, 01:05 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Drakenforge.
Mike stretched the muscles in his neck as he examined his work. He had drawn himself a new outfit, something he though was pretty clever considering. His old clothes were mangled, even before he had started fighting, and were stained crimson from the last round. His new clothes were a large white thin trenchcoat, seeing as he couldn't draw colour. He changed his trousers too, also white. Shoes were harder, as the shape was hard to get, but mike just coloured over his own one's to make them black. He didn't make a shirt, and remained barechested with the coat open. He had drawn bandages and wrapped them around his abdomen, and hidden a square plate of concrete under it, seemingly unnoticible.
Mike thought he looked pretty badass. He started laughing to himself as he wondered what the others would think.
He had decided to just keep the bucket with him when he couldn't think of any ideas. He didn't think the pen would do much in a fight, but maybe he'd keep it handy in any case. He hefted the bucket in his right hand, and stored the pen behind his ear.
He started walking towards a door in the side of one of the walls, and opened it, passing into a series of corridors with no roof. He followed them in a random order, sometimes opening dorrs and looking around. On the fourth door he opened he found a kitchen. Instantly, as if by instinct alone, his stomach grumbled.
"Hmm. Drawn food. Gah, I havn't eaten in forever. Even if it tastes of ink i'm going to eat something" He mumbled to himself as he walked inside.
Amazingly, there was a fire burning inside the room. Mike marveled such a feat, actually finding gods to be kinda cool, even though he loathed them as much as he loathed the other fighters. He opened a cupboard to fid some loathes of bread, as white as everything else. After some rumaging, he found a knife and some cheese, and helped himself to some lunch.
The bread was not like the bread he was used to. It was, in all ways, what bread was like back in the past, without added chemical crap. The cheese was the same, however the taste was pretty good, and helped settle his belly.
Mike stretched the muscles in his neck as he examined his work. He had drawn himself a new outfit, something he though was pretty clever considering. His old clothes were mangled, even before he had started fighting, and were stained crimson from the last round. His new clothes were a large white thin trenchcoat, seeing as he couldn't draw colour. He changed his trousers too, also white. Shoes were harder, as the shape was hard to get, but mike just coloured over his own one's to make them black. He didn't make a shirt, and remained barechested with the coat open. He had drawn bandages and wrapped them around his abdomen, and hidden a square plate of concrete under it, seemingly unnoticible.
Mike thought he looked pretty badass. He started laughing to himself as he wondered what the others would think.
He had decided to just keep the bucket with him when he couldn't think of any ideas. He didn't think the pen would do much in a fight, but maybe he'd keep it handy in any case. He hefted the bucket in his right hand, and stored the pen behind his ear.
He started walking towards a door in the side of one of the walls, and opened it, passing into a series of corridors with no roof. He followed them in a random order, sometimes opening dorrs and looking around. On the fourth door he opened he found a kitchen. Instantly, as if by instinct alone, his stomach grumbled.
"Hmm. Drawn food. Gah, I havn't eaten in forever. Even if it tastes of ink i'm going to eat something" He mumbled to himself as he walked inside.
Amazingly, there was a fire burning inside the room. Mike marveled such a feat, actually finding gods to be kinda cool, even though he loathed them as much as he loathed the other fighters. He opened a cupboard to fid some loathes of bread, as white as everything else. After some rumaging, he found a knife and some cheese, and helped himself to some lunch.
The bread was not like the bread he was used to. It was, in all ways, what bread was like back in the past, without added chemical crap. The cheese was the same, however the taste was pretty good, and helped settle his belly.
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