Re: The Gradual Massacre (GBS2G4) [Round 1: Focal High School]
05-31-2010, 10:56 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Godbot.
They could not understand speech, but there was a vague glimmer of understanding in thousands of simple nerve clusters that they were involved in some sort of fight fight for survival kill survive kill and eat, kill then eat or just skip killing too inefficient and skip straight to eat for energy, fuel, sustenance, locate prey
In response, thousands of Ouroborites twisted and squirmed over each other, their beady, alert little eyes and twitching antennae scanning for anything edible (and preferably moving.) The idea of a fight was long-since out of their heads. The alluring, magnetic scent of sweat and blood filled every corner of the room, and yet there was nothing in all directions, just smooth, polished hardwood floor. Colored stripes along the floor stretching off into the distance. Walls padded with dark blue mats, and a ceiling, humming circular lights, too far away to make a difference. Just wide-open space, which was so frustrating. So many scents, so much prey, but where was it all hiding?
Catching sight of the reflection of an overhead light on the floor, one Ouroborite buzzed its flimsy wings and vaulted off of the twisting mountain of insects, traveling about four feet before flopping pathetically to the ground. It wriggled onto its belly and skittered along for a few inches before seven Ouroborites simultaneously closed the distance between Ouroborous and the outlier, clamping mandibles onto the easy prey and eagerly tearing it to shreds, leaving a purplish splatter, some tough, broken carapace, and plumes of thin red pheromone gas that quickly made its way to the other Ouroborites, who quickly followed suit, crawling and hurling themselves onto the former predators. Hooked claws and mandibles became tangled with each other. Legs and antennae chafed against smooth, black stripes, making a chirping screech that echoed hideously around the gymnasium. As Ouroborous's weight shifted over, the floor creaked and buckled. Floorboards gave way and split open, nails gave way and floorboards snapped up. A few Ouroborites had the idea to try and eat the floorboards, but they recoiled at the taste of dust, dirt and polish. There were only traces of the scent of blood scent of SWEAT in every direction, concentric circles lines reaching out, thousands of prey every direction converging on one point, point straight ahead except for the wall, old and new scents of kill survive prey hiding all at once
Ouroborous lurched eagerly, collapsing back on itself as the teeming mass of Ouroborites struggled frantically to untangle itself. A few insects freed themselves and skittered along the floor. A few dived onto the ones in front, but most followed suit and buzzed or crawled along the floor and over each other, single-mindedly advancing along thousands of old scent trails towards the boys' locker room.
They could not understand speech, but there was a vague glimmer of understanding in thousands of simple nerve clusters that they were involved in some sort of fight fight for survival kill survive kill and eat, kill then eat or just skip killing too inefficient and skip straight to eat for energy, fuel, sustenance, locate prey
In response, thousands of Ouroborites twisted and squirmed over each other, their beady, alert little eyes and twitching antennae scanning for anything edible (and preferably moving.) The idea of a fight was long-since out of their heads. The alluring, magnetic scent of sweat and blood filled every corner of the room, and yet there was nothing in all directions, just smooth, polished hardwood floor. Colored stripes along the floor stretching off into the distance. Walls padded with dark blue mats, and a ceiling, humming circular lights, too far away to make a difference. Just wide-open space, which was so frustrating. So many scents, so much prey, but where was it all hiding?
Catching sight of the reflection of an overhead light on the floor, one Ouroborite buzzed its flimsy wings and vaulted off of the twisting mountain of insects, traveling about four feet before flopping pathetically to the ground. It wriggled onto its belly and skittered along for a few inches before seven Ouroborites simultaneously closed the distance between Ouroborous and the outlier, clamping mandibles onto the easy prey and eagerly tearing it to shreds, leaving a purplish splatter, some tough, broken carapace, and plumes of thin red pheromone gas that quickly made its way to the other Ouroborites, who quickly followed suit, crawling and hurling themselves onto the former predators. Hooked claws and mandibles became tangled with each other. Legs and antennae chafed against smooth, black stripes, making a chirping screech that echoed hideously around the gymnasium. As Ouroborous's weight shifted over, the floor creaked and buckled. Floorboards gave way and split open, nails gave way and floorboards snapped up. A few Ouroborites had the idea to try and eat the floorboards, but they recoiled at the taste of dust, dirt and polish. There were only traces of the scent of blood scent of SWEAT in every direction, concentric circles lines reaching out, thousands of prey every direction converging on one point, point straight ahead except for the wall, old and new scents of kill survive prey hiding all at once
Ouroborous lurched eagerly, collapsing back on itself as the teeming mass of Ouroborites struggled frantically to untangle itself. A few insects freed themselves and skittered along the floor. A few dived onto the ones in front, but most followed suit and buzzed or crawled along the floor and over each other, single-mindedly advancing along thousands of old scent trails towards the boys' locker room.