Re: Pitched Combat [Final Round: Simulacrum Citadel]
12-18-2010, 06:45 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Dragon Fogel.
Oh god they found me I'm doomed I'm doomed I'm doomed
Jordan had mastered the art of running away from everything while still being able to devote enough mental energy to worrying about exactly how it was going to kill him. He knew that the dragons would probably eat him. Or drown him. Or maybe knock him out and burn him. Really, there were a lot of ways they could kill him. And here he was, unarmed, with nothing more than the ability to control fire, against a magical construct that was relatively resistant to flames.
And what was worse, he was stuck in a museum filled with torture implements, wielded by robots who would probably also be trying to kill him...
Wait. Torture implements, or weapons?
Perhaps it was the adrenaline flowing from all his fear, but Jordan began to see a desperate plan for turning the situation around. Perhaps he could find a robot, set it ablaze, steal whatever terrifying device it was tormenting its mechanical victim with, and challenge the dragons?
Then his common sense kicked in and he realized that was a stupid plan that would still get him killed.
Ten seconds later, he had come up with an even stupider plan: Provoke every torture-bot he could find, and then somehow draw their attention to the dragons.
Common sense tried to protest, but adrenaline-fueled bravado won out in the end. Jordan ran for the nearest display and shouted the first taunt he could think of at the tormenting robot.
"Your creator wears army boots!"
Eight equally weak taunts and much running later, common sense finally got its act together. Unfortunately, by now it was too late.
Oh god what did I just do I'm going to die I'm going to die I'm going to die
Oh god they found me I'm doomed I'm doomed I'm doomed
Jordan had mastered the art of running away from everything while still being able to devote enough mental energy to worrying about exactly how it was going to kill him. He knew that the dragons would probably eat him. Or drown him. Or maybe knock him out and burn him. Really, there were a lot of ways they could kill him. And here he was, unarmed, with nothing more than the ability to control fire, against a magical construct that was relatively resistant to flames.
And what was worse, he was stuck in a museum filled with torture implements, wielded by robots who would probably also be trying to kill him...
Wait. Torture implements, or weapons?
Perhaps it was the adrenaline flowing from all his fear, but Jordan began to see a desperate plan for turning the situation around. Perhaps he could find a robot, set it ablaze, steal whatever terrifying device it was tormenting its mechanical victim with, and challenge the dragons?
Then his common sense kicked in and he realized that was a stupid plan that would still get him killed.
Ten seconds later, he had come up with an even stupider plan: Provoke every torture-bot he could find, and then somehow draw their attention to the dragons.
Common sense tried to protest, but adrenaline-fueled bravado won out in the end. Jordan ran for the nearest display and shouted the first taunt he could think of at the tormenting robot.
"Your creator wears army boots!"
Eight equally weak taunts and much running later, common sense finally got its act together. Unfortunately, by now it was too late.
Oh god what did I just do I'm going to die I'm going to die I'm going to die
There's no reason for this | Or this | Death is inevitable | You can't challenge fate | The smallest change | I'm overwhelmed
I'm serious | It makes perfect sense | Easy as ABC! | I can't even explain it | Cleaning up someone else's mess
I suck | I rule | I've got it made | Really, I'm serious | This bugs me | It's all lies | I want to believe | Beauty is a curse
I'm serious | It makes perfect sense | Easy as ABC! | I can't even explain it | Cleaning up someone else's mess
I suck | I rule | I've got it made | Really, I'm serious | This bugs me | It's all lies | I want to believe | Beauty is a curse