Re: Mini-Grand 5107 [Round 1: Macbeth]
08-25-2011, 11:47 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Solaris.
On his way back to the smoke machines, Joseph was listening to the rather eccentric happenings occurring around him. He was holding an ethereal wrench, with only one of the two prongs intact, but still imbued with some spectral energy. As he thought about his struggle with the machines, he felt a bit of relief. Well, at the very least I don't gots to deal with some silly men in tights or whateva-
In order, Joseph saw a flash, heard a gasp, and then felt a thud.
Turning around, high above the stage, and in front of him, was one of the actors.
Then he saw the actors head.
"WHOSHINGETINMAHWAYIIKILBLODALO!"
Right above this man, was someone dressed almost eerily like David.
"YOUILLGETYOUFERWHATYOADID!"
"Holy shit, it's that Macbeth..."
This Macbeth was angry for quite a few reasons.
The first was that his wife had just died. His castle was being taken under siege and he was previously been fighting a losing battle. All in all, Macbeth was giving into his rage far more than normal.
So, when the rather daft actor playing the role of Macduff had gone and decided to mess with some of the odd things from Joseph’s couch, he got a one-way ticket to the stage in the afterlife.
But that was not the extent of his frustration.
Upon setting his eyes on Joseph, something clicked in his anger wrought brain.
He had seen this man before, and this man had wronged him.
Back below down stage, the first two Macbeths were still fighting, while Sunspot and Night Owl were debating what to do.
"We have to stop them!"
"No, if the play stops the nano bots could go off and everyone would die!"
David continued his slashing, sending M.E.T.A.L. bits and flames all over the stage. Dahlia typed up a question as fast as she could, 'Is there anything we can get to stop the flames?
Beth thought for a moment..."Hmm, I think there might be something in the back... let's hurry!"
As the fire began to spread to the curtains, Night Owl said "We need to take care of these flames first."
"On it, hope you can take some spicy food."
The Super Duo flew to the curtains, sucking in the flames around the curtains, unfortunately, their efforts were for naught. David had spread the fires too far.
"Damn, this isn't working," Night Owl said while panting, "Maybe there's something on this side of the utility belt."
Sunspot was more focused above the stage, were he saw the large man dressed like David and Joseph struggling against him. "What... is that another Macbeth?"
Night Owl, focusing on his belt, instead set his eye down below, where he could have sworn he saw a silhouette of someone.
"It's probably a stage double... what is that down there, in the flames?"
The composite hero focused their attention to down below, where a shadow had appeared in the flames in the center of the stage. The shadow left them, without a single scratch on him. He was wrapped in a cloak, and had an odd air about him. He opened his arms out, sending a gust of wind across the stage.
"You bickering imposhters have done quite enough."
He jumped far higher than any man could, and drew a jet black sword. "My name'sh Macbeth. Count Macbeth. And I am quite tired ov you ruining my story."
The Count removed his cape and tossed it aside, continuing his walk to the other Macbeths.
"In all ov the centuries that I have sheen this tale told, I have never even thought it could be botched this badly. But oh, you did quite the number. This travesty endsh now, so says I, Count Macbeth, Slayer of Dracula!"
He clenched his fanged teeth and charged for them.
Meanwhile, the ladies were attempting to locate a fire extinguisher of some sort, unaware that their problem had been solved.
"YACANTBEATMEKID!"
Unfortunately, that didn't mean they would have any new problems.
Up until the arrival of the ladies, Joseph had been doing his best to parry the large scot that had been accosting him. The wrench, while made of a sturdy material, was definitively not suited for sword fighting. However, soon he would not have to.
Against Night Owl's wishes, who would have much preferred to make sure that the Macbeth's on stage wouldn't kill each other, Sunspot charged at the large man attacking Joseph. Despite tossing a powerful punch, the Macbeth still stood.
"Well.. that was unexpected. What do we do now?" The alien hero asked his other half.
"If we stay here we might put the others at risk, on the other hand we definitively don't need another Macbeth on stage."
However, Joseph had other thoughts on the matter. "Hey, is that all you've got ya oaf? Come at me!"
"RAAAAAAAAAAAG!"
The crazed Macbeth rushed forward, brushing all others aside. Joseph scurried back on to the stage, hoping to find something of use in his couch. However, the Macbeth did not follow.
For the berserk king faced down his three other selves.
The remaining audience was as flabbergasted at what was happening as they had been, but now, rather than scoff and leave in disgust, they were watching intently at the incredible scene. Four Macbeths, each claiming to be the real one. It was nowhere near accurate, but there was fire and swords, and that was all that really mattered.
On his way back to the smoke machines, Joseph was listening to the rather eccentric happenings occurring around him. He was holding an ethereal wrench, with only one of the two prongs intact, but still imbued with some spectral energy. As he thought about his struggle with the machines, he felt a bit of relief. Well, at the very least I don't gots to deal with some silly men in tights or whateva-
In order, Joseph saw a flash, heard a gasp, and then felt a thud.
Turning around, high above the stage, and in front of him, was one of the actors.
Then he saw the actors head.
"WHOSHINGETINMAHWAYIIKILBLODALO!"
Right above this man, was someone dressed almost eerily like David.
"YOUILLGETYOUFERWHATYOADID!"
"Holy shit, it's that Macbeth..."
This Macbeth was angry for quite a few reasons.
The first was that his wife had just died. His castle was being taken under siege and he was previously been fighting a losing battle. All in all, Macbeth was giving into his rage far more than normal.
So, when the rather daft actor playing the role of Macduff had gone and decided to mess with some of the odd things from Joseph’s couch, he got a one-way ticket to the stage in the afterlife.
But that was not the extent of his frustration.
Upon setting his eyes on Joseph, something clicked in his anger wrought brain.
He had seen this man before, and this man had wronged him.
Back below down stage, the first two Macbeths were still fighting, while Sunspot and Night Owl were debating what to do.
"We have to stop them!"
"No, if the play stops the nano bots could go off and everyone would die!"
David continued his slashing, sending M.E.T.A.L. bits and flames all over the stage. Dahlia typed up a question as fast as she could, 'Is there anything we can get to stop the flames?
Beth thought for a moment..."Hmm, I think there might be something in the back... let's hurry!"
As the fire began to spread to the curtains, Night Owl said "We need to take care of these flames first."
"On it, hope you can take some spicy food."
The Super Duo flew to the curtains, sucking in the flames around the curtains, unfortunately, their efforts were for naught. David had spread the fires too far.
"Damn, this isn't working," Night Owl said while panting, "Maybe there's something on this side of the utility belt."
Sunspot was more focused above the stage, were he saw the large man dressed like David and Joseph struggling against him. "What... is that another Macbeth?"
Night Owl, focusing on his belt, instead set his eye down below, where he could have sworn he saw a silhouette of someone.
"It's probably a stage double... what is that down there, in the flames?"
The composite hero focused their attention to down below, where a shadow had appeared in the flames in the center of the stage. The shadow left them, without a single scratch on him. He was wrapped in a cloak, and had an odd air about him. He opened his arms out, sending a gust of wind across the stage.
"You bickering imposhters have done quite enough."
He jumped far higher than any man could, and drew a jet black sword. "My name'sh Macbeth. Count Macbeth. And I am quite tired ov you ruining my story."
The Count removed his cape and tossed it aside, continuing his walk to the other Macbeths.
"In all ov the centuries that I have sheen this tale told, I have never even thought it could be botched this badly. But oh, you did quite the number. This travesty endsh now, so says I, Count Macbeth, Slayer of Dracula!"
He clenched his fanged teeth and charged for them.
Meanwhile, the ladies were attempting to locate a fire extinguisher of some sort, unaware that their problem had been solved.
"YACANTBEATMEKID!"
Unfortunately, that didn't mean they would have any new problems.
Up until the arrival of the ladies, Joseph had been doing his best to parry the large scot that had been accosting him. The wrench, while made of a sturdy material, was definitively not suited for sword fighting. However, soon he would not have to.
Against Night Owl's wishes, who would have much preferred to make sure that the Macbeth's on stage wouldn't kill each other, Sunspot charged at the large man attacking Joseph. Despite tossing a powerful punch, the Macbeth still stood.
"Well.. that was unexpected. What do we do now?" The alien hero asked his other half.
"If we stay here we might put the others at risk, on the other hand we definitively don't need another Macbeth on stage."
However, Joseph had other thoughts on the matter. "Hey, is that all you've got ya oaf? Come at me!"
"RAAAAAAAAAAAG!"
The crazed Macbeth rushed forward, brushing all others aside. Joseph scurried back on to the stage, hoping to find something of use in his couch. However, the Macbeth did not follow.
For the berserk king faced down his three other selves.
The remaining audience was as flabbergasted at what was happening as they had been, but now, rather than scoff and leave in disgust, they were watching intently at the incredible scene. Four Macbeths, each claiming to be the real one. It was nowhere near accurate, but there was fire and swords, and that was all that really mattered.