Re: Pitched Combat [Round 1: Forêt Noire]
02-11-2010, 01:15 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by SleepingOrange.
The remaining contestants reappeared, disoriented. This new place was... A bit of a change from their last stops. It appeared to be an office building; there were rows of cubicles to one side, a benign beige carpet on the floor, and a number of other mundane odds and ends one would expect to find in any such building. Of more interest to most of the survivors was the bloated, malformed rabbit sitting calmly on the headless mannequin's chest. A few moments of ogling passed before The Organizer's voice boomed out.
"Exciting stuff, friends! Two deaths in a round; a Grand Battle first!" Those that hadn't already figured it out noticed a distinct lack of Annabell or any of Lainey's shapes; those that had were left to ponder what a "grand battle" was. "Moving right along, welcome to round three! I invite you to take a look at those cubicles over there."
Those with eyes cast a gaze on the rows and rows of cubes. Nothing seemed unusual; just lots and lots of boring workspaces. Actually... lots and lots. As far as the eye could see, even. "Welcome to the mind of Joe Peacock, a land of monstrosities, imps, and abstruse puzzles. I leave it to you to find out what you're dealing with, with just one piece of advice:
Don't go in the basement."
The remaining contestants reappeared, disoriented. This new place was... A bit of a change from their last stops. It appeared to be an office building; there were rows of cubicles to one side, a benign beige carpet on the floor, and a number of other mundane odds and ends one would expect to find in any such building. Of more interest to most of the survivors was the bloated, malformed rabbit sitting calmly on the headless mannequin's chest. A few moments of ogling passed before The Organizer's voice boomed out.
"Exciting stuff, friends! Two deaths in a round; a Grand Battle first!" Those that hadn't already figured it out noticed a distinct lack of Annabell or any of Lainey's shapes; those that had were left to ponder what a "grand battle" was. "Moving right along, welcome to round three! I invite you to take a look at those cubicles over there."
Those with eyes cast a gaze on the rows and rows of cubes. Nothing seemed unusual; just lots and lots of boring workspaces. Actually... lots and lots. As far as the eye could see, even. "Welcome to the mind of Joe Peacock, a land of monstrosities, imps, and abstruse puzzles. I leave it to you to find out what you're dealing with, with just one piece of advice:
Don't go in the basement."