Re: Battle Royale! Round 4: Artistry
01-14-2010, 03:55 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Drakenforge.
Mike attempted to slump agains what he thought was a wall, and fell sideways, passed the point where he expected to stop and continued until he crashed to the floor. He cursed under his breath, and managed to draw the knife from his shoulder with a vector. He tossed it aside without a thought, and bent forward to examine his ankle. He rolled up the blank leg of trouser, noting how well it absorbed the crimson, and probed around his flesh that contrasted against the bleak world with it's red dye. The wound was minor, and he knew he could easily stop the bleeding. He reached into his pocket and retreaved the excess bandages he'd managed to keep, and quickly patched them around the cut. He wondered about a split, and reached halfway to his ear before he realised the pen was missing.
"Crap. Guess that was a mistake. Ha! Well, he would have probably stolen it either way, leaving a man in a mad area with an instant way out would be far too simple for it's liking"
He slowly stood up, and tried in futile to get an understanding of his surroundings.
"Fuck!" He screamed into the air. He wildy began to forge an idea into his head that would help, but try as he might he just couldn't do it.
He started to wander idly, attempting to avert his gaze every chance he could get. Several times his vectors had to stop him from falling or walking into things.
He only had once hunch, the immortal law of mazes he had learned when excaping from the detention levels. Follow the wall, and follow it he tried to his best, even if the wall forced him to proceed over mind numbing eye puzzlers.
Mike attempted to slump agains what he thought was a wall, and fell sideways, passed the point where he expected to stop and continued until he crashed to the floor. He cursed under his breath, and managed to draw the knife from his shoulder with a vector. He tossed it aside without a thought, and bent forward to examine his ankle. He rolled up the blank leg of trouser, noting how well it absorbed the crimson, and probed around his flesh that contrasted against the bleak world with it's red dye. The wound was minor, and he knew he could easily stop the bleeding. He reached into his pocket and retreaved the excess bandages he'd managed to keep, and quickly patched them around the cut. He wondered about a split, and reached halfway to his ear before he realised the pen was missing.
"Crap. Guess that was a mistake. Ha! Well, he would have probably stolen it either way, leaving a man in a mad area with an instant way out would be far too simple for it's liking"
He slowly stood up, and tried in futile to get an understanding of his surroundings.
"Fuck!" He screamed into the air. He wildy began to forge an idea into his head that would help, but try as he might he just couldn't do it.
He started to wander idly, attempting to avert his gaze every chance he could get. Several times his vectors had to stop him from falling or walking into things.
He only had once hunch, the immortal law of mazes he had learned when excaping from the detention levels. Follow the wall, and follow it he tried to his best, even if the wall forced him to proceed over mind numbing eye puzzlers.