Re: Pitched Combat [Round 5: Garden of Shades]
07-23-2010, 12:15 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by MyifanW.
Although capable of base level cognition, the Manikin had no idea what the Organizer had said. Still, basic observation had told it that the fruits in the trees were probably important.
Of course, at the moment the Manikin didn't care. It was more caught up with the other things that had come with a brain- namely, emotions. Real emotions, not the pseudo ones that the Manikin had invented for itself using Joe Peacock's imagination. Real emotions were quite a bit more stirring. For example, at the very moment the Manikin was feeling the heat of rage and euphoria wash out of it, leaving a cold mind that the Manikin was used to. In retrospect, it realized how wild its actions were, even weighed against it's lack of standards. However, the feeling at the time was glorious- an altered state where problems became secondhand and little mattered besides the current. The Manikin shook its head at itself, imitating a habit it had seen performed before. It was to hard to think everything through at the moment. It decided to move on to other things.
Primarily, back to the subject of the fruits. They were important, which the Manikin took as an established fact. What exactly they did, though? The manikin was not quite sure. So, it resorted to its default action, and tried to eat the nearest one. As It drew near, though, the fruit changed.*
Before the Manikin could understand what had happened, an old man stood in front of him. Immediately, the man began talking.
"What, where...? Oh! The Manikin! I had wondered where you had gone. My, you've grown!"
The old man drew near, and, without fear, picked up the Manikin's arm to inspect.
"I see your texture hasn't changed much... I suppose you've decided that your first form would be you default form? Interesting decision... So, show me! what have you grown into?"
The old man looked up at the Manikin's face expectantly, and was met with dragon jaws. The teeth dug into the old man's sides before he could draw away, and his screams were muffled by the insides of the dragon head's mouth. With a few rocks of the head, The manikin managed to swallow the man whole.
Although capable of base level cognition, the Manikin had no idea what the Organizer had said. Still, basic observation had told it that the fruits in the trees were probably important.
Of course, at the moment the Manikin didn't care. It was more caught up with the other things that had come with a brain- namely, emotions. Real emotions, not the pseudo ones that the Manikin had invented for itself using Joe Peacock's imagination. Real emotions were quite a bit more stirring. For example, at the very moment the Manikin was feeling the heat of rage and euphoria wash out of it, leaving a cold mind that the Manikin was used to. In retrospect, it realized how wild its actions were, even weighed against it's lack of standards. However, the feeling at the time was glorious- an altered state where problems became secondhand and little mattered besides the current. The Manikin shook its head at itself, imitating a habit it had seen performed before. It was to hard to think everything through at the moment. It decided to move on to other things.
Primarily, back to the subject of the fruits. They were important, which the Manikin took as an established fact. What exactly they did, though? The manikin was not quite sure. So, it resorted to its default action, and tried to eat the nearest one. As It drew near, though, the fruit changed.*
Before the Manikin could understand what had happened, an old man stood in front of him. Immediately, the man began talking.
"What, where...? Oh! The Manikin! I had wondered where you had gone. My, you've grown!"
The old man drew near, and, without fear, picked up the Manikin's arm to inspect.
"I see your texture hasn't changed much... I suppose you've decided that your first form would be you default form? Interesting decision... So, show me! what have you grown into?"
The old man looked up at the Manikin's face expectantly, and was met with dragon jaws. The teeth dug into the old man's sides before he could draw away, and his screams were muffled by the insides of the dragon head's mouth. With a few rocks of the head, The manikin managed to swallow the man whole.