Re: The Glorious Championship! [S3G5] [Round One: The "Denny's"]
04-24-2011, 12:54 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by TimeothyHour.
Etiyr’s first thought, upon landing in the parking lot of the Denny’s, was not confusion, was not anger, was not fear.
It was a simple statement of fact: “Well, what a prick.”
You put a typewriter in a freaking battle to the death, but you don’t give it a way of getting around!? He even made a remark about it! I mean, ok, this particular typewriter’s advantage wouldn’t really be fair if it could follow people around and force them to do things. Etiyr supposed it would have to be clever, a sort of interesting challenge regarding its… persuasion techniques.
The thing is, Etiyr hated challenges.
It had to give that Genie guy props, though. Getting a bunch of random beings throughout time and space to fight in a battle to the death takes a quite a bit of power and creativity. Ol’ Lucifer didn’t even think about doing things like that before he was erased from the time stream.
But, anyway, Etiyr decided to focus its attention on the present. How in the name of Hell was it going to get anywhere? Of course, Genie Man was on the right track, and the obvious solution was to manipulate someone to carry it around. Thank God he hadn't mentioned that power directly to the other contestants. But to do that, Etiyr reasoned that in this particular case it had to get someone’s attention. After all that stealth, convincing people, one by one, to do seemingly random crap in order to further its goals, and now it has to get someone’s attention. What has the world come to?
Thankfully for it, typewriters aren’t particularly inconspicuous. Time to start spamming typewriter noises, Etiyr mused. “C” was its loudest key. Might as well use that.
So Etiyr began, typing the letter C, over and over, a loud ding! occurring every time it reached the end of the line. If someone had been looking at the typewriter, they would have seen it clacking away, typing CCCCCCCC repeatedly, every once in a while reaching the end of the line, accentuated with corresponding typewriter sound.
Which, coincidentally, was exactly what someone saw.
Etiyr’s first thought, upon landing in the parking lot of the Denny’s, was not confusion, was not anger, was not fear.
It was a simple statement of fact: “Well, what a prick.”
You put a typewriter in a freaking battle to the death, but you don’t give it a way of getting around!? He even made a remark about it! I mean, ok, this particular typewriter’s advantage wouldn’t really be fair if it could follow people around and force them to do things. Etiyr supposed it would have to be clever, a sort of interesting challenge regarding its… persuasion techniques.
The thing is, Etiyr hated challenges.
It had to give that Genie guy props, though. Getting a bunch of random beings throughout time and space to fight in a battle to the death takes a quite a bit of power and creativity. Ol’ Lucifer didn’t even think about doing things like that before he was erased from the time stream.
But, anyway, Etiyr decided to focus its attention on the present. How in the name of Hell was it going to get anywhere? Of course, Genie Man was on the right track, and the obvious solution was to manipulate someone to carry it around. Thank God he hadn't mentioned that power directly to the other contestants. But to do that, Etiyr reasoned that in this particular case it had to get someone’s attention. After all that stealth, convincing people, one by one, to do seemingly random crap in order to further its goals, and now it has to get someone’s attention. What has the world come to?
Thankfully for it, typewriters aren’t particularly inconspicuous. Time to start spamming typewriter noises, Etiyr mused. “C” was its loudest key. Might as well use that.
So Etiyr began, typing the letter C, over and over, a loud ding! occurring every time it reached the end of the line. If someone had been looking at the typewriter, they would have seen it clacking away, typing CCCCCCCC repeatedly, every once in a while reaching the end of the line, accentuated with corresponding typewriter sound.
Which, coincidentally, was exactly what someone saw.