Re: The Gradual Massacre (GBS2G4) [Round 3: Las Orbitas]
01-02-2012, 09:55 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by MrGuy.
So Algernon was gone. That was fine. He was just going to kill her anyway. He'd probably die, but that didn't matter, the whole Cherry thing had been an act anyway no it hadn't shut up. Holly (Cherry) looked around the swamp and saw
Lots and lots of trees and mud.
She cursed and kept walking. There's nothing out there can't you hear it cackling she was just a little panicked, nothing to worry about. She'd find shelter, and then she'd make a camp, and then everything would be okay until the killing started again, flesh being torn from bone with that sublime ripping. Cherry (Holly) looked around the swamp and saw
The same trees and mud.
That wasn't right of course it is you're going in circles but she had been going straight your broken mind is playing tricks on you again, tallbirch Ironwood neither and the cackling stopped again. Holly was tempted to sit down, but she kept moving. If she stopped someone would probably kill her. She had to find shelter can't you see there is no shelter there never was it was his plan all along he'd never let you out.
Cherry leaned against a tree, one hand on the bark and the other against her face. He'd never let you out you idiot it was hopeless She shook her head, anger welling up inside of her, and screamed incoherently at nobody in particular. This turned out to be a bad idea, as a very large stag beetle in a very dirty tuxedo staggered into sight and towards the elf. Her eyes widened and she bounded off in the opposite direction, thinking of the five hundred different ways a direct confrontation would go wrong.
Eventually, she came to a stop, positive that the beetle had stopped following her. She bent over to catch her breath, then stood up, looked around, and saw
The same trees and mud
The same trees
The same you will die here you will never find shelter
Cherry Holly (Holly Cherry) cursed loudly and kept storming through the swamp the same swamp the same everything here is the goddamn same and slapped herself in the face. "Calm down," she muttered, "things are only going to get worse if you panic. At least things aren't as bad as they could be." And it was true. The cackling stopped (again).
After a couple more deep breaths, she began walking again, she was going to die she was going to die secure in the knowledge that if she just found shelter she would die she would be fine. She managed to spy a cave and headed inside, climbing a small slope; the swamp muck and mist ceased a few feet in. There were a few other survivors there who would murder her within a second, quick, act while you can but none she recognized; she imagined they were either new, or had fled a different settlement. "Um, hello!"
The apparent leader of the group, a middle-aged man in full military uniform, smiled and waved. "Welcome to our little camp, miss. You from one of these battles to the death, too?" She nodded and sat down and killed them all to save herself she had to save herself, noting the presence of a glowing ball of gas, a wooden shoe full of tiny men, and a purple woman with a mechanical arm and six eyes. They shared some fried mushrooms with her-- "We've been here a while", said the woman as she placed a hand halfway through the gas-ball, "and Xhblrqsbs here's figured out how to help us when any of them turns out poisonous." Cherry smiled and sat down, taking a crudely-carved stone plate, and began eating.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick. Tock.
"Um, does anyone hear that?"
"Hear what, Ms. Ironwood?"
Tick tock tick tock tick tock
She's back and you're going to die Holly frowned and chewed her lower lip. But that wasn't possible, was it? The swamp would have disrupted optimal bond desynchronization of her nanites or whatever the exhibit had said the exhibit was lying he put it there to trick you and this made sense to Holly, he would do whatever he found amusing, they're with her they set up a trap for you they probably spiked the mushrooms with sedatives but she was still awake, and Cherry knew that if they had she needed to strike before they could strike, kill them before they could kill her.
tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock
Her anger, burning the wooden shoe and all within it to ash; her claw stabbing the woman's eyes out, three at a time; her fear enveloping the military man and quickly being sucked inside of him, making it trivial to slice him apart from the neck to the crotch, each incision drawing more blood, until the cut was deep enough that if you were willing you could open him up and dissect him.
Finally, she placed a hand into the ball of gas, and failed utterly to convert it. She tried again, and failed again. It simply floated there, seemingly oblivious to what had happened. It certainly wasn't trying to harm her.
Then the gas wasn't involved, Holly decided, and she slumped on the ground. The ticking had stopped, finally, so it was probably safe to rest; their trap had failed.
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Outside of the cave, a man-- or, rather, an approximation of an approximation of a man, formed of vines and malice-- stopped for a moment. She was in there, it was certain; the only question was whether it was worthwhile to go inside.
So Algernon was gone. That was fine. He was just going to kill her anyway. He'd probably die, but that didn't matter, the whole Cherry thing had been an act anyway no it hadn't shut up. Holly (Cherry) looked around the swamp and saw
Lots and lots of trees and mud.
She cursed and kept walking. There's nothing out there can't you hear it cackling she was just a little panicked, nothing to worry about. She'd find shelter, and then she'd make a camp, and then everything would be okay until the killing started again, flesh being torn from bone with that sublime ripping. Cherry (Holly) looked around the swamp and saw
The same trees and mud.
That wasn't right of course it is you're going in circles but she had been going straight your broken mind is playing tricks on you again, tallbirch Ironwood neither and the cackling stopped again. Holly was tempted to sit down, but she kept moving. If she stopped someone would probably kill her. She had to find shelter can't you see there is no shelter there never was it was his plan all along he'd never let you out.
Cherry leaned against a tree, one hand on the bark and the other against her face. He'd never let you out you idiot it was hopeless She shook her head, anger welling up inside of her, and screamed incoherently at nobody in particular. This turned out to be a bad idea, as a very large stag beetle in a very dirty tuxedo staggered into sight and towards the elf. Her eyes widened and she bounded off in the opposite direction, thinking of the five hundred different ways a direct confrontation would go wrong.
Eventually, she came to a stop, positive that the beetle had stopped following her. She bent over to catch her breath, then stood up, looked around, and saw
The same trees and mud
The same trees
The same you will die here you will never find shelter
Cherry Holly (Holly Cherry) cursed loudly and kept storming through the swamp the same swamp the same everything here is the goddamn same and slapped herself in the face. "Calm down," she muttered, "things are only going to get worse if you panic. At least things aren't as bad as they could be." And it was true. The cackling stopped (again).
After a couple more deep breaths, she began walking again, she was going to die she was going to die secure in the knowledge that if she just found shelter she would die she would be fine. She managed to spy a cave and headed inside, climbing a small slope; the swamp muck and mist ceased a few feet in. There were a few other survivors there who would murder her within a second, quick, act while you can but none she recognized; she imagined they were either new, or had fled a different settlement. "Um, hello!"
The apparent leader of the group, a middle-aged man in full military uniform, smiled and waved. "Welcome to our little camp, miss. You from one of these battles to the death, too?" She nodded and sat down and killed them all to save herself she had to save herself, noting the presence of a glowing ball of gas, a wooden shoe full of tiny men, and a purple woman with a mechanical arm and six eyes. They shared some fried mushrooms with her-- "We've been here a while", said the woman as she placed a hand halfway through the gas-ball, "and Xhblrqsbs here's figured out how to help us when any of them turns out poisonous." Cherry smiled and sat down, taking a crudely-carved stone plate, and began eating.
Tick.
Tock.
Tick. Tock.
"Um, does anyone hear that?"
"Hear what, Ms. Ironwood?"
Tick tock tick tock tick tock
She's back and you're going to die Holly frowned and chewed her lower lip. But that wasn't possible, was it? The swamp would have disrupted optimal bond desynchronization of her nanites or whatever the exhibit had said the exhibit was lying he put it there to trick you and this made sense to Holly, he would do whatever he found amusing, they're with her they set up a trap for you they probably spiked the mushrooms with sedatives but she was still awake, and Cherry knew that if they had she needed to strike before they could strike, kill them before they could kill her.
tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock
Her anger, burning the wooden shoe and all within it to ash; her claw stabbing the woman's eyes out, three at a time; her fear enveloping the military man and quickly being sucked inside of him, making it trivial to slice him apart from the neck to the crotch, each incision drawing more blood, until the cut was deep enough that if you were willing you could open him up and dissect him.
Finally, she placed a hand into the ball of gas, and failed utterly to convert it. She tried again, and failed again. It simply floated there, seemingly oblivious to what had happened. It certainly wasn't trying to harm her.
Then the gas wasn't involved, Holly decided, and she slumped on the ground. The ticking had stopped, finally, so it was probably safe to rest; their trap had failed.
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Outside of the cave, a man-- or, rather, an approximation of an approximation of a man, formed of vines and malice-- stopped for a moment. She was in there, it was certain; the only question was whether it was worthwhile to go inside.