Re: Mini-Grand 5107 [Round 1: Macbeth]
08-03-2011, 05:39 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by ch00_bakka.
Joseph jogged around the back of the stage, with METAL pursuing him. The robot kept shouting about "JUST1CE" and how Joseph should "FACE H1S CR1MES!" (Def'nitely th' future-cops. Nobody else would have tha' kind a' shiny skin. An' th' yelling' 'bout justice 's definitely som'thin' th' future-cops would do.) Joe drew his sword, dented and rusty from years of misuse (Well, Ah didn't have a can-opener 'r anything'! How else was Ah s'posed t' open those rations? An' Ah didn't have a thing t' clean it with after those aliens with th' acid-blood! Not my fault.), and chopped at a rope as he ran past. A sandbag dropped down at METAL, but the robot knocked it away with his powerful wings (Shit. Ah wasn't 'spectin' that.), and lashed out with his arm, which had morphed into a large chain. "HALT, CR1M1NAL <J0SEPH BANKS>! FACE JUST1CE!" the robot boomed, as Joe made a sharp right turn to avoid the chain. (Jesus! Tha' future-cop mus' be some kind a' morphin' nano-thingy! Ah better watch out f'r the' sort a' thing!) He feld into the prop room, and leaped behind a large throne to hide. METAL pounded in, and shouted "CR1M1NAL <J0SEPH BANKS>, Y0U CANN0T H1DE FR0M JUST1CE!" The robot looked under several tables, but didn't examine Joe's hiding spot (Stupid robot! Can't find jus' one person! Th' future-cops mus' lose a lot a' people the' way.), and Joe finally heard him stomp out of the room. He got up, and looked around the prop room more carefully. Along with the throne he had hidden behind, there were several tables, all covered in props of various kinds, a few more chairs and thrones, and a large, gleaming suit of armor. To Joseph, who thought he was in a witch's lair, it looked like a big storeroom of magical treasures (Jus' lookit these fancy magic swords 'n stuff! Ah need t' try these out f'r myself!) He picked up a sword, and stared at it. It seemed much lighter than a sword should be (because it was made of painted wood), and looked blunt at first glance (again, wood), but Joseph thought otherwise. (Tha's one a' them fancy vorpal swords! 'Til ya ac-tee-vate th' enchantment, looks jus' like this! But ya need ta get it goin' first...) He waved it in the air, and shouted, "Ac-tee-vate!" Nothing happened. "Abracadabra!" Nothing. "By th' power 'f Greyskull! Ah have th' power!" Predictably, nothing. Joe groaned, and chucked the sword at the suit of armor. It sunk in about half a foot and stopped. He walked over to the sword and looked at it. No change in its appearance. But it could apparently cut through metal. He grabbed the handle of the sword, and started to pull it out. Wings sprouted from the back of the suit of armor, and METAL (who had several recordings of his own footsteps leaving rooms stored, and was quite good at changing his shape) shouted, "FEEL THE P0WER 0F JUST1CE, CR1M1NAL <J0SEPH BANKS>!" Joe swore, and ran out of the prop room before the large clamps that had formed on METAL's arm could grab ahold of him.
Joe was once again running through the backstage of the theater. Metal had decided to try a different tactic, and was shooting large sticky balls of the liquid metal that made up his body at Joe, who was dodging them as well as he could. One smacked him in the back (JESUS FUCKIN' CHRIST THAT HURT!), and almost knocked him over. He kept running, however, and saw an actor (an extra for a battle scene - nobody important) in his way. He grinned. This robot was a "HER0" - he wouldn't hurt someone he saw as innocent, right? Joe ran past the actor, and knocked him down in METAL's way. The robot stopped to help up the man, and Joe gained some ground on him. He could see a door ahead, with an exit sign above it. (And exit sign? What th' hell is an exit sign doin' in a witch's lair?) He ran to the door, pushed it open, and slammed into an invisible wall. He stared out the door, seeing an alley much like those he had slept in many times, and groaned. (This sure isn't any witch's lair Ah've ever been in... Should be out in a desolate moor 'r som'thin'. Not in a big city.) METAL caught up to him, and grew shackles out of his arms to hold him still. Joe said, "Hey mister robot. Can ya tell me where th' hell Ah am? 'Cause Ah have no idea."
Joseph jogged around the back of the stage, with METAL pursuing him. The robot kept shouting about "JUST1CE" and how Joseph should "FACE H1S CR1MES!" (Def'nitely th' future-cops. Nobody else would have tha' kind a' shiny skin. An' th' yelling' 'bout justice 's definitely som'thin' th' future-cops would do.) Joe drew his sword, dented and rusty from years of misuse (Well, Ah didn't have a can-opener 'r anything'! How else was Ah s'posed t' open those rations? An' Ah didn't have a thing t' clean it with after those aliens with th' acid-blood! Not my fault.), and chopped at a rope as he ran past. A sandbag dropped down at METAL, but the robot knocked it away with his powerful wings (Shit. Ah wasn't 'spectin' that.), and lashed out with his arm, which had morphed into a large chain. "HALT, CR1M1NAL <J0SEPH BANKS>! FACE JUST1CE!" the robot boomed, as Joe made a sharp right turn to avoid the chain. (Jesus! Tha' future-cop mus' be some kind a' morphin' nano-thingy! Ah better watch out f'r the' sort a' thing!) He feld into the prop room, and leaped behind a large throne to hide. METAL pounded in, and shouted "CR1M1NAL <J0SEPH BANKS>, Y0U CANN0T H1DE FR0M JUST1CE!" The robot looked under several tables, but didn't examine Joe's hiding spot (Stupid robot! Can't find jus' one person! Th' future-cops mus' lose a lot a' people the' way.), and Joe finally heard him stomp out of the room. He got up, and looked around the prop room more carefully. Along with the throne he had hidden behind, there were several tables, all covered in props of various kinds, a few more chairs and thrones, and a large, gleaming suit of armor. To Joseph, who thought he was in a witch's lair, it looked like a big storeroom of magical treasures (Jus' lookit these fancy magic swords 'n stuff! Ah need t' try these out f'r myself!) He picked up a sword, and stared at it. It seemed much lighter than a sword should be (because it was made of painted wood), and looked blunt at first glance (again, wood), but Joseph thought otherwise. (Tha's one a' them fancy vorpal swords! 'Til ya ac-tee-vate th' enchantment, looks jus' like this! But ya need ta get it goin' first...) He waved it in the air, and shouted, "Ac-tee-vate!" Nothing happened. "Abracadabra!" Nothing. "By th' power 'f Greyskull! Ah have th' power!" Predictably, nothing. Joe groaned, and chucked the sword at the suit of armor. It sunk in about half a foot and stopped. He walked over to the sword and looked at it. No change in its appearance. But it could apparently cut through metal. He grabbed the handle of the sword, and started to pull it out. Wings sprouted from the back of the suit of armor, and METAL (who had several recordings of his own footsteps leaving rooms stored, and was quite good at changing his shape) shouted, "FEEL THE P0WER 0F JUST1CE, CR1M1NAL <J0SEPH BANKS>!" Joe swore, and ran out of the prop room before the large clamps that had formed on METAL's arm could grab ahold of him.
Joe was once again running through the backstage of the theater. Metal had decided to try a different tactic, and was shooting large sticky balls of the liquid metal that made up his body at Joe, who was dodging them as well as he could. One smacked him in the back (JESUS FUCKIN' CHRIST THAT HURT!), and almost knocked him over. He kept running, however, and saw an actor (an extra for a battle scene - nobody important) in his way. He grinned. This robot was a "HER0" - he wouldn't hurt someone he saw as innocent, right? Joe ran past the actor, and knocked him down in METAL's way. The robot stopped to help up the man, and Joe gained some ground on him. He could see a door ahead, with an exit sign above it. (And exit sign? What th' hell is an exit sign doin' in a witch's lair?) He ran to the door, pushed it open, and slammed into an invisible wall. He stared out the door, seeing an alley much like those he had slept in many times, and groaned. (This sure isn't any witch's lair Ah've ever been in... Should be out in a desolate moor 'r som'thin'. Not in a big city.) METAL caught up to him, and grew shackles out of his arms to hold him still. Joe said, "Hey mister robot. Can ya tell me where th' hell Ah am? 'Cause Ah have no idea."