Re: Battle Royale! Round 5: Monte Casino
02-05-2010, 12:17 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
Whirr told AltGadget the story. It was met with bated disapproval and disbelief, but Somehow it rang true for Gadget.
"... Alright, I'll try to believe you. Although, it's hard to believe that this entire place is some kind of god plaything... "
"really? You believe me?" Whirr chirped.
"Yeah... Well, looking at you convinced me. See... I, when I was younger, made something that looked just like you." Gadget glanced up thoughtfully, and then snapped his eyes back on Whirr. "Although it didn't move like you do." he paused, now, and sighed.
"Why'd you bother telling me anyway? There's nothing I can do to help you... Those guys have made a royal mess out there- I really don't think I want anything to do with them... And I don't have that power your Gadget... Did."
"Sure there is! You can help me do one thing, at least." Whirr announced, less enthusiastically.
"What would that be?" Gadget responded, with a bad feeling.
"... Well, I want to kill that guy. Mike. The ragged looking one..."
A silence dragged the next few seconds.
Gadget burst out. "Are you joking? That's impossible! Every single one of those corpses were skilled, you know. And now they're all dead! Because of him and the other guy!"
"I know, I know, but I think I have a plan. I just need all the chips you have." Whirr said, tonelessly.
Another silence.
"Please... I have to do this." Whir said, desperation creeping into it's mechanical voice.
Gadget wanted to say no, wanted to hold Whirr down. But, he knew what the robot was thinking, a little. Even though it seemed cheery enough, he sensed the desolation the robot felt. It had already lost everything- it's best friend and it's home. All it could do to keep going was focus on it's drive- a revenge, no matter how petty.
Gadget played with the idea of keeping the robot, but knew that he'd only make things worse, a constant reminder of what it had lost already. Still, there must have been something he could do... But, he wasn't going to interfere with Whirr's resolution. He knew that he wouldn't want to be stopped either, if he was in the same situation.
Gadget handed Whirr two extremely heavy chips. "Uhm... Good luck. It was... Nice meeting you."
Whirr took them and backed away, towards the door back to the main room.
"Thanks," it said. "It's nice to know that you're the same, no matter what the circumstances."
he accelerated through the doors, leaving a sorrowful looking Gadget.
Whirr told AltGadget the story. It was met with bated disapproval and disbelief, but Somehow it rang true for Gadget.
"... Alright, I'll try to believe you. Although, it's hard to believe that this entire place is some kind of god plaything... "
"really? You believe me?" Whirr chirped.
"Yeah... Well, looking at you convinced me. See... I, when I was younger, made something that looked just like you." Gadget glanced up thoughtfully, and then snapped his eyes back on Whirr. "Although it didn't move like you do." he paused, now, and sighed.
"Why'd you bother telling me anyway? There's nothing I can do to help you... Those guys have made a royal mess out there- I really don't think I want anything to do with them... And I don't have that power your Gadget... Did."
"Sure there is! You can help me do one thing, at least." Whirr announced, less enthusiastically.
"What would that be?" Gadget responded, with a bad feeling.
"... Well, I want to kill that guy. Mike. The ragged looking one..."
A silence dragged the next few seconds.
Gadget burst out. "Are you joking? That's impossible! Every single one of those corpses were skilled, you know. And now they're all dead! Because of him and the other guy!"
"I know, I know, but I think I have a plan. I just need all the chips you have." Whirr said, tonelessly.
Another silence.
"Please... I have to do this." Whir said, desperation creeping into it's mechanical voice.
Gadget wanted to say no, wanted to hold Whirr down. But, he knew what the robot was thinking, a little. Even though it seemed cheery enough, he sensed the desolation the robot felt. It had already lost everything- it's best friend and it's home. All it could do to keep going was focus on it's drive- a revenge, no matter how petty.
Gadget played with the idea of keeping the robot, but knew that he'd only make things worse, a constant reminder of what it had lost already. Still, there must have been something he could do... But, he wasn't going to interfere with Whirr's resolution. He knew that he wouldn't want to be stopped either, if he was in the same situation.
Gadget handed Whirr two extremely heavy chips. "Uhm... Good luck. It was... Nice meeting you."
Whirr took them and backed away, towards the door back to the main room.
"Thanks," it said. "It's nice to know that you're the same, no matter what the circumstances."
he accelerated through the doors, leaving a sorrowful looking Gadget.