Re: Mini-Grand 5107 [Round 2: Brambletown]
10-14-2011, 12:45 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by BlastYoBoots.
After the tours, Anubis and the guide – one of the museum's head caretakers – conversed, as they made a habit of at the end of the day.
"Scarier! People would come back more often with a memorable show... and I have plenty of ideas to make that happen."
"Well, you may be a stereotype of darkness, but we have to ignore that somewhat to communicate the reality of history. You were an important god, but not necessarily a feared one!"
"Forget history! What attracts people is showmanship. If you keep them coming back, they'll learn all the history they need."
---
[color=#JUSTICE]As Anubis continued to chip away at METAL, the silent, enraged hero that Sunspot and Nightowl had wrought continued to chip away at... well, anything that moved. Robot carcasses were piling up higher than even METAL had managed, though forces feigning retreat had begun to draw the stranger away from the tower, yard by machinery-strewn yard.[/color]
-- How much farther? We're taking heavy losses! --
-- Fifty meters East! Just keep lur$&#~~~`,--//
[color=#JUSTICE]The stranger tossed aside a fresh gorillabot corpse, but even as he went for another, he did hear an unseen robot circling around the battle, dragging something ahead of him. Not that it concerned him much, in his current state. He would get to it. As he would get to all these evil, destructive machines.
Moments later, at its desired location, the cloaked mantisbot revealed the army's trump card, holding a bladed forearm to her throat as she kicked and screamed.[/color]
"AUGMENTED HUMAN! SSSTOP, OR THE WOMAN GETSSS IT!"
[color=#JUSTICE]At the signal, a large group of the surrounding troops quickly formed up protectively around their playboy-bunny-clothed hostage, tempting the unknown hero to leave the invisible barrier that was McAffle tower's programmed defensive range.
Said hero obliged, rising above the group in the air amidst the lipsticked woman's desperate pleas for help.
And then wiped them out entirely with an enormous, justice-colored fireball.
"Snap out of it," chided Sunspot. "Snap out of it, Nightowl!"
"Wha... huh? What were we..." Both Sunspot and Nightowl's head were pounding and ears were ringing, a violet power aura still flickering around them in the air.
"You couldn't stop yelling! You thought we'd killed that woman!"
"The, huh... the woman! The one in the bunny suit! YOU KILLED HER, YOU BRUTISH, STUPID–"
"Relax, look at the wreckage! I could hear the whirring in her body. She was a robot from the start, it was just a trick!"
Nightowl stared down through oddly-tinted vision at the crater they'd left, still finding it quite hard to concentrate. "...How are you doing?"
"Pretty dizzy. I'm not sure wha–"[/color]
"UN1T <SUNSP0T N1GHT0WL>! Y0U ARE 1N 1MM1NENT–"
[color=#JUSTICE]Sunspot and Nightowl only had time to look up, in curiosity, before they were enveloped in a seven-meter-wide blast of brilliant, sparking industrial mining laser from a distant mole-tank.[/color]
"McAffle's defenses would have disrupted the blast if it came too close to the tower. Our other mole-tanks aren't close enough to take down her building yet, but they certainly did the job for that pest of a friend of yours over there!"
METAL simply continued his assault, neglecting to mention that the hero that had fallen into his earlier fireball-crater likely wasn't dead.
"Welcome to the power shafts."
McAffle, Miller, and Montgomery treaded down an enormous cable spiraling down through the beastly drilling worm, pulsing brightly as it delivered power to its innumerable moving parts. All of their hair was standing on end from the electric atmosphere, even the few scraps of it that were left on Montgomery's mostly-exposed body.
"I unsealed the two hatches here I marked on your schematics before this battle began, under emergency maintenance pretenses. Our standard sensors won't be able to penetrate through such relatively unshielded background EM; we are, for all intents and purposes, completely undetectable."
Sandra struck a display on her arm a couple times. "Joanne, my sensors are wigging out, too! I have zero visibility on anything!"
"Shame. I'd assumed your equipment would be better than that," Montgomery lied.
Chess is a more psychological game than one may realize, at first. At more advanced levels of play, your opponent may offer you their queen... only for you to realize three moves down the line that your king can no longer escape.
If McAffle had been more of a museum fan – or a chess fan – she might have guessed that Montgomery had planted six cloaked mantisbots hidden ahead, to apprehend her.
Provided there wasn't an interruption.
After the tours, Anubis and the guide – one of the museum's head caretakers – conversed, as they made a habit of at the end of the day.
"Scarier! People would come back more often with a memorable show... and I have plenty of ideas to make that happen."
"Well, you may be a stereotype of darkness, but we have to ignore that somewhat to communicate the reality of history. You were an important god, but not necessarily a feared one!"
"Forget history! What attracts people is showmanship. If you keep them coming back, they'll learn all the history they need."
---
[color=#JUSTICE]As Anubis continued to chip away at METAL, the silent, enraged hero that Sunspot and Nightowl had wrought continued to chip away at... well, anything that moved. Robot carcasses were piling up higher than even METAL had managed, though forces feigning retreat had begun to draw the stranger away from the tower, yard by machinery-strewn yard.[/color]
-- How much farther? We're taking heavy losses! --
-- Fifty meters East! Just keep lur$&#~~~`,--//
[color=#JUSTICE]The stranger tossed aside a fresh gorillabot corpse, but even as he went for another, he did hear an unseen robot circling around the battle, dragging something ahead of him. Not that it concerned him much, in his current state. He would get to it. As he would get to all these evil, destructive machines.
Moments later, at its desired location, the cloaked mantisbot revealed the army's trump card, holding a bladed forearm to her throat as she kicked and screamed.[/color]
"AUGMENTED HUMAN! SSSTOP, OR THE WOMAN GETSSS IT!"
[color=#JUSTICE]At the signal, a large group of the surrounding troops quickly formed up protectively around their playboy-bunny-clothed hostage, tempting the unknown hero to leave the invisible barrier that was McAffle tower's programmed defensive range.
Said hero obliged, rising above the group in the air amidst the lipsticked woman's desperate pleas for help.
And then wiped them out entirely with an enormous, justice-colored fireball.
"Snap out of it," chided Sunspot. "Snap out of it, Nightowl!"
"Wha... huh? What were we..." Both Sunspot and Nightowl's head were pounding and ears were ringing, a violet power aura still flickering around them in the air.
"You couldn't stop yelling! You thought we'd killed that woman!"
"The, huh... the woman! The one in the bunny suit! YOU KILLED HER, YOU BRUTISH, STUPID–"
"Relax, look at the wreckage! I could hear the whirring in her body. She was a robot from the start, it was just a trick!"
Nightowl stared down through oddly-tinted vision at the crater they'd left, still finding it quite hard to concentrate. "...How are you doing?"
"Pretty dizzy. I'm not sure wha–"[/color]
"UN1T <SUNSP0T N1GHT0WL>! Y0U ARE 1N 1MM1NENT–"
[color=#JUSTICE]Sunspot and Nightowl only had time to look up, in curiosity, before they were enveloped in a seven-meter-wide blast of brilliant, sparking industrial mining laser from a distant mole-tank.[/color]
"McAffle's defenses would have disrupted the blast if it came too close to the tower. Our other mole-tanks aren't close enough to take down her building yet, but they certainly did the job for that pest of a friend of yours over there!"
METAL simply continued his assault, neglecting to mention that the hero that had fallen into his earlier fireball-crater likely wasn't dead.
"Welcome to the power shafts."
McAffle, Miller, and Montgomery treaded down an enormous cable spiraling down through the beastly drilling worm, pulsing brightly as it delivered power to its innumerable moving parts. All of their hair was standing on end from the electric atmosphere, even the few scraps of it that were left on Montgomery's mostly-exposed body.
"I unsealed the two hatches here I marked on your schematics before this battle began, under emergency maintenance pretenses. Our standard sensors won't be able to penetrate through such relatively unshielded background EM; we are, for all intents and purposes, completely undetectable."
Sandra struck a display on her arm a couple times. "Joanne, my sensors are wigging out, too! I have zero visibility on anything!"
"Shame. I'd assumed your equipment would be better than that," Montgomery lied.
Chess is a more psychological game than one may realize, at first. At more advanced levels of play, your opponent may offer you their queen... only for you to realize three moves down the line that your king can no longer escape.
If McAffle had been more of a museum fan – or a chess fan – she might have guessed that Montgomery had planted six cloaked mantisbots hidden ahead, to apprehend her.
Provided there wasn't an interruption.