Re: Pitched Combat [Round 1: Forêt Noire]
01-01-2010, 03:17 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
The manikin found the blue one to be strange. However, it imitated the blue life's exagerated walk, and managed to find logic in each step. It could take larger steps, but that would require more action, and lacked precision. It began to follow the group. What was it going to do when it reached them, it wondered? It knew that eating them would bring it knowledge, but what if their lives changed when eaten? The manikin would lose the chance to examine them as they were, and it already had "seen" a wealth of interesting behavior.
Above the forest, the moon set slowly, with no sun in sight. The forest slowly fell dark.
The Manikin realized something was wrong. Wrong, the word, may not be correct for something that doesnt understand the concept of righy and wrong, but it was close enough of a word for nowl. The area was dense with life before, but the still lives, the lives of the trees, had begun vanishing. It realized the lives had been and still were dissapearing constantly- any life near one that dissapeared also vanished. In fact, as far as the manikin could sense, the dissapearing rate was growing.
The mankin feared that dissapearing. It had not even knew the meaning of fear until that point. The lives were dissapearing- if this continued, it's own life might disappear. Even if it didn't, what if all others did? What would it be left with? It didn't understand the concept of nothing, but still shuddered at it. The manikin wanted to be alive, above all else. Would it be alive if nothing else was? How could it be sure?
It began to move in the opposite direction of the vanishing, but thought about the moving lives. It definitely didn't want them to dissapear- it had a lot to gain from them. Maybe it could draw them closer, it thought... It recalled the green lives motions, gestures, and how the others mostly followed it. It began awkwardly waving it's arms, even expirementally jumping. It thought that some of the lives turned, but it wasn't sure. Either way, while it wanted the other moving lives to continue existing, it wanted itself to continue existing more. If whether they followed or not was a second priority. It began moving again. Walking, however, was too slow. It began to take bigger steps, pushing with all it's strength against the ground- and left it, momentarily. It was an interesting sensation, but the manikin felt that it made him go faster. In addition, it could increase it's momentum by swinging it's arms. It had, roughly on it's own, discovered the basics of running.
The manikin found the blue one to be strange. However, it imitated the blue life's exagerated walk, and managed to find logic in each step. It could take larger steps, but that would require more action, and lacked precision. It began to follow the group. What was it going to do when it reached them, it wondered? It knew that eating them would bring it knowledge, but what if their lives changed when eaten? The manikin would lose the chance to examine them as they were, and it already had "seen" a wealth of interesting behavior.
Above the forest, the moon set slowly, with no sun in sight. The forest slowly fell dark.
The Manikin realized something was wrong. Wrong, the word, may not be correct for something that doesnt understand the concept of righy and wrong, but it was close enough of a word for nowl. The area was dense with life before, but the still lives, the lives of the trees, had begun vanishing. It realized the lives had been and still were dissapearing constantly- any life near one that dissapeared also vanished. In fact, as far as the manikin could sense, the dissapearing rate was growing.
The mankin feared that dissapearing. It had not even knew the meaning of fear until that point. The lives were dissapearing- if this continued, it's own life might disappear. Even if it didn't, what if all others did? What would it be left with? It didn't understand the concept of nothing, but still shuddered at it. The manikin wanted to be alive, above all else. Would it be alive if nothing else was? How could it be sure?
It began to move in the opposite direction of the vanishing, but thought about the moving lives. It definitely didn't want them to dissapear- it had a lot to gain from them. Maybe it could draw them closer, it thought... It recalled the green lives motions, gestures, and how the others mostly followed it. It began awkwardly waving it's arms, even expirementally jumping. It thought that some of the lives turned, but it wasn't sure. Either way, while it wanted the other moving lives to continue existing, it wanted itself to continue existing more. If whether they followed or not was a second priority. It began moving again. Walking, however, was too slow. It began to take bigger steps, pushing with all it's strength against the ground- and left it, momentarily. It was an interesting sensation, but the manikin felt that it made him go faster. In addition, it could increase it's momentum by swinging it's arms. It had, roughly on it's own, discovered the basics of running.