Re: Battle Royale! Round 4: Artistry
01-10-2010, 12:21 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Mystify.
Itzal finished shoving the last table out of the room and turned around. Itzal slowly raised its pencil, and stared to draw.
It did not draw simple traps.
It did not draw a complex maze.
It did not draw an arsenal of weapons and armour.
It did not draw anything that a sane person would ever consider drawing.
No.
It drew an intricate optical illusion, folding in on itself, positive and negative space at the same time, its very existence in question. Stairs led into themselves, points were above themselves, parallel lines crossed, and insides were outsides. Even M.C, Esther would have gone made in the landscape of nonsense Itzal wove, but illusions and bending reality were its stock and trade, and, oddly enough, Itzal was even more at home in this twisted parody of reality than it was in what most would consider sane space. Itzal started laughing, and the sound echoed down the corridors of then castle, taunting all that could hear it.
Itzal finished shoving the last table out of the room and turned around. Itzal slowly raised its pencil, and stared to draw.
It did not draw simple traps.
It did not draw a complex maze.
It did not draw an arsenal of weapons and armour.
It did not draw anything that a sane person would ever consider drawing.
No.
It drew an intricate optical illusion, folding in on itself, positive and negative space at the same time, its very existence in question. Stairs led into themselves, points were above themselves, parallel lines crossed, and insides were outsides. Even M.C, Esther would have gone made in the landscape of nonsense Itzal wove, but illusions and bending reality were its stock and trade, and, oddly enough, Itzal was even more at home in this twisted parody of reality than it was in what most would consider sane space. Itzal started laughing, and the sound echoed down the corridors of then castle, taunting all that could hear it.