Re: Mini-Grand 5107 [Round 1: Macbeth]
08-24-2011, 11:11 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by BlastYoBoots.
"BR1NG F0RTH <MAN AND/0R CH1LDREN> 0NLY; F0R THY UNDAUNTED METTLE SH0ULD C0MP0SE N0TH1NG BUT MALES."
Groans echoed from the steadily thinning crowd as MACBETH's overloud, gratingly gradual enunciation rumbled across the theater. A few remaining groups continued to chuckle and converse amongst themselves, laughing at the expense of his botched theatrics and stilted poses. This kept dozens upon dozens of people within the likely danger area of the nanobot emitters above him, to his silent consternation. Though MACBETH's satisfaction in existence and justice allowed him a broad approximation of emotion, humor was something he truly could not understand.
<font size="4">"W1LL 1T N0T BE RECE1VED, WHEN WE HAVE <MARKET> W1TH BL00D TH0SE SLEEPY TW0 0F H1S 0WN CHAMBER AND USED THE1R VERY DAGGERS, THAT THEY HAVE <D0NUT>?"
MACBETH did not consider himself quirky or impulsive. Every move of his was calculated to effect justice, heroism, showmanship (a corollary of heroism), and safety for any beings under his heroic responsibility.
"1 AM SETTLED, AND BEND UP EACH C0RP0RAL AGENT T0 TH1S TERR1BLE FEAT."
Becoming MACBETH was the natural course of action. He could deliver lines at a volume calculated to be irritating to human senses, forcing civilians to retreat to safety from this contractually unstoppable performance. He could slow down the pace of the play, delaying its inevitable conclusion while <Joseph Banks> addressed the smoke machines above, now secured above the stage with a harness and tethers locked from MACBETH's own mass.
"AWAY, AND M0CK THE T1ME W1TH FA1REST SH0W:"
But most importantly, MACBETH knew how unlikely it was that the smoke machines would be successfully disabled. Despite <Joseph Banks> displaying a super-scientist's remarkable proclivity toward receiving violent electric shocks, that his skill would be able to subvert this arena's kill-mechanism was still quite improbable.
"FALSE FACE MUST H1DE WHAT THE FALSE HEART D0TH KN0W."
So if it came to the last of the final scene, MACBETH would force <Macduff>'s sword through his AI core, ending the round with his own life to stop the smoke machines.
It was the most logical, heroic course of action.</font>
A scimitar-like blade of blinding, violet-hot energy erupted from the device in David's hand, blasting through his restraints as it enveloped itself in radiating heat and licks of indigo flame. David – nay, Macbeth – tore off his gag and joined the improvisation field onstage. The curtain attempted to close to end the scene; Macbeth shoved his weapon into it, spreading flames that reddened as they dissolved the drapes to ash.
"IMPOSTOR!"
MACBETH took immediate notice of the flames Macbeth was spreading, and fired a short burst of metallic orbs to stop him. They were met with expert swordsmanship, David's honed skills searing and splitting each shot into harmless, inactive putty.
"No iron monstrosity shall be crowned in my place! Have at thee!"
"You can't stop him," Nightowl shouted from the side. "If either of you lose onstage, it could set off the machines!"
"BR1NG F0RTH <MAN AND/0R CH1LDREN> 0NLY; F0R THY UNDAUNTED METTLE SH0ULD C0MP0SE N0TH1NG BUT MALES."
Groans echoed from the steadily thinning crowd as MACBETH's overloud, gratingly gradual enunciation rumbled across the theater. A few remaining groups continued to chuckle and converse amongst themselves, laughing at the expense of his botched theatrics and stilted poses. This kept dozens upon dozens of people within the likely danger area of the nanobot emitters above him, to his silent consternation. Though MACBETH's satisfaction in existence and justice allowed him a broad approximation of emotion, humor was something he truly could not understand.
<font size="4">"W1LL 1T N0T BE RECE1VED, WHEN WE HAVE <MARKET> W1TH BL00D TH0SE SLEEPY TW0 0F H1S 0WN CHAMBER AND USED THE1R VERY DAGGERS, THAT THEY HAVE <D0NUT>?"
MACBETH did not consider himself quirky or impulsive. Every move of his was calculated to effect justice, heroism, showmanship (a corollary of heroism), and safety for any beings under his heroic responsibility.
"1 AM SETTLED, AND BEND UP EACH C0RP0RAL AGENT T0 TH1S TERR1BLE FEAT."
Becoming MACBETH was the natural course of action. He could deliver lines at a volume calculated to be irritating to human senses, forcing civilians to retreat to safety from this contractually unstoppable performance. He could slow down the pace of the play, delaying its inevitable conclusion while <Joseph Banks> addressed the smoke machines above, now secured above the stage with a harness and tethers locked from MACBETH's own mass.
"AWAY, AND M0CK THE T1ME W1TH FA1REST SH0W:"
But most importantly, MACBETH knew how unlikely it was that the smoke machines would be successfully disabled. Despite <Joseph Banks> displaying a super-scientist's remarkable proclivity toward receiving violent electric shocks, that his skill would be able to subvert this arena's kill-mechanism was still quite improbable.
"FALSE FACE MUST H1DE WHAT THE FALSE HEART D0TH KN0W."
So if it came to the last of the final scene, MACBETH would force <Macduff>'s sword through his AI core, ending the round with his own life to stop the smoke machines.
It was the most logical, heroic course of action.</font>
A scimitar-like blade of blinding, violet-hot energy erupted from the device in David's hand, blasting through his restraints as it enveloped itself in radiating heat and licks of indigo flame. David – nay, Macbeth – tore off his gag and joined the improvisation field onstage. The curtain attempted to close to end the scene; Macbeth shoved his weapon into it, spreading flames that reddened as they dissolved the drapes to ash.
"IMPOSTOR!"
MACBETH took immediate notice of the flames Macbeth was spreading, and fired a short burst of metallic orbs to stop him. They were met with expert swordsmanship, David's honed skills searing and splitting each shot into harmless, inactive putty.
"No iron monstrosity shall be crowned in my place! Have at thee!"
"You can't stop him," Nightowl shouted from the side. "If either of you lose onstage, it could set off the machines!"