Re: Mini-Grand 5105 (Round 2: Game Planet Dome #421)
10-30-2011, 05:44 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Dragon Fogel.
Jordan Smith was terrified. How was he supposed to survive this?
Oh, sure, he'd set a few hunters on fire, but there were still too many of them. Not to mention that he still had other opponents...
He was doomed. Doomed.
He kept running, until he collided with Conte.
"Oh! I'm sorry, madam!" she said to Jen. "Are you all right?"
Jen had fought hard, but she'd taken a lot of blows. She was on the verge of death. Weakly, she looked at Jordan's body some feet away; she regretted killing him. Fantha wasn't so shaken; to her, the boy was just another meal. Or perhaps a ride off of Jen's body, as it was about to give out.
And then it did - by Vandrel Reinhardt's blade.
"Such a pathetic girl, relying on an inferior creature for life," he snarled through his helmet. "And you're next. I don't know what precisely you are, but it's clearly not human."
He raised his sword to strike again, only to find it pulled away from him. Turning, he saw AMP floating towards him, his massive blade now little more than another piece of metal in its magnetic pull.
Soon his armor joined it. His body couldn't handle the strain as his armor was pulled in every direction. It was a painful death.
But before AMP could process the meaning of its kill, Vulm'mram'vuul had readied Blaze and Subjugate. He fired his plasma cannon at the mass of metal, reducing the entire creature to molten slag before it could react.
Vuul was pleased. He had served his new God well.
He put away Blaze and Subjugate, and took out Rend and Dominate. It was a more fitting weapon for the prone creature before him.
But suddenly, she vanished. Where had she gone? He could not see her anywhere around his head.
Vex smirked. The Alvum was a powerful foe, but being able to see all around himself was of little help with an illusion blocking his senses.
Now I can destroy him, Vex found himself thinking. He knew it was Magog's influence. He knew the dangers if he gave in.
But he did regardless. His corrupted arm soon tore through Vuul's armor, catching the Alvum by surprise. Vuul was ripped apart by the possessed god, never knowing who had dealt the fatal blow.
Parsley was shocked. Even in the depths of the illusion, he could sense the demon's power before him. And it was growing stronger. He would have to move quickly.
He grabbed the corrupt arm, and concentrating intensely, he began turning it to bread.
Vex tried to stop him, but the demon hunter was unshaken, and kicked the satyr repeatedly.
Several minutes later, Parsley collapsed, victorious, but exhausted.
It made him an easy target for Lutherion's minions. The necromancer cackled at the death of another of his enemies, and prepared a bone splinter.
He had no time to throw it, however, as Cedric stabbed him from behind, pulled out his sword, and then trampled him.
The monster was defeated. Cedric was pleased. Soon, he would be victorious.
And then he heard the noise. He pulled the reins on his horse quickly, but it was too late. The Ouroborous had descended upon him, and they devoured both Cedric and his horse in moments.
But they weren't prepared for the chainsaw tearing through them. With so many in one place, Brooklyn easily sliced them to bits, and more importantly, their eggs. Her metal body was immune to their feeding frenzy. The few that survived would die either to each other or to the end of their life cycle soon enough.
Brooklyn wouldn't last that long. Konka Rar had used her preoccupation as a chance to prepare a lightning spell. It shorted her out, and she fell to the ground. Then, a drop of darkness covered her motionless body, inflicting terrible pain upon her very soul.
Rar laughed. That chainsaw had given him trouble for the last time.
The lich was more right than he knew. Gadget, enraged, gave a soul to the lich's arm, and realizing its master's nature, it pointed itself at his skull and fired a laser, vaporising him.
Gadget, pleased with himself, suddenly found himself smelling a sweet aroma. He was in such a state of joy that he didn't even notice as Reudic sucked the nutrients out of his body.
Moments later, the plant received a taste of its own medicine as La Aguja del Dolor filled its mind with a sense of its plant peers accepting it. As it rejoiced, Muriego sliced off its vines and hacked away at it, finally stabbing its main organs.
By the time he had finished, though, it was too late. Pope Triumphian was upon him, and he swiftly devoured Muriego the heretic and his heathen idol.
Sirius couldn't take it any more. That this oversized reptile was the leader of an entire cross-planetary religion... It was like some kind of cruel joke! The angel set himself ablaze and flew at the Pope, tackling him and punching with his mighty gauntlets until the beast was felled.
Little did he realize that Vyrm'n had gone feral. In her wild state, she simply wanted to destroy... and Sirius was the first being in her path. He was torn apart by the Entropic without warning.
Saint Scofflaw laughed. The feral Faceless was a threat, it was true; but she was no match for his brilliant new invention. He fired it at her; to an observer, it would simply have appeared to be a cloud of iron filings. In fact, it was more intricate than that; the iron simply provided the matter to paralyze her, and weaken her. Slowly, she fell still. Then, gradually, she became more like her surroundings, turning into a lifeless blob of grass and iron.
Aph stared at Scofflaw as he laughed. She loved him! Why did he spurn her so! Angrily, she shoved her sword through his newly-invented weapon, demanding to know why he loved it more than her. Before he could answer, she stabbed him through the heart, and he collapsed to the ground.
Aph was drawn to tears. Why did it have to end like this? Why?
Adelaide saw the despondent nymph, and patted her in comfort. Then she bit Aph's head off. It tasted so... sweet.
Simphonia, to the extent she could understand what had just happened, was shocked. She whistled around the rusalka's head, as if to ask what she thought she was doing. Adelaide tried to brush the notes aside, but they refused.
Then they closed in. They were rather sharp. B sharp, to be more specific.
James Raven saw his chance. Using his energy arm, he grabbed a handful of musical notes and tore them in two. Simphonia was so disoriented, she had barely mounted a counteroffensive when she ran out of notes.
Then Annaliese panicked, grabbed the pastry in James' hand, and shoved it down his throat. He choked to death. She breathed a sigh of relief. At last, she was safe...
And then she was on fire.
Jordan glared. This girl... this pathetic girl! She was the only one to stand between him and victory? Impossible! She would pay for all she had done!
And then Jordan, and the hunter, slowly burned to ash. Conte could only look on helplessly. Why had brave Jordan given his life for her? She cried a tear for him. She couldn't waste his sacrifice.
Jordan Smith was terrified. How was he supposed to survive this?
Oh, sure, he'd set a few hunters on fire, but there were still too many of them. Not to mention that he still had other opponents...
He was doomed. Doomed.
He kept running, until he collided with Conte.
"Oh! I'm sorry, madam!" she said to Jen. "Are you all right?"
Jen had fought hard, but she'd taken a lot of blows. She was on the verge of death. Weakly, she looked at Jordan's body some feet away; she regretted killing him. Fantha wasn't so shaken; to her, the boy was just another meal. Or perhaps a ride off of Jen's body, as it was about to give out.
And then it did - by Vandrel Reinhardt's blade.
"Such a pathetic girl, relying on an inferior creature for life," he snarled through his helmet. "And you're next. I don't know what precisely you are, but it's clearly not human."
He raised his sword to strike again, only to find it pulled away from him. Turning, he saw AMP floating towards him, his massive blade now little more than another piece of metal in its magnetic pull.
Soon his armor joined it. His body couldn't handle the strain as his armor was pulled in every direction. It was a painful death.
But before AMP could process the meaning of its kill, Vulm'mram'vuul had readied Blaze and Subjugate. He fired his plasma cannon at the mass of metal, reducing the entire creature to molten slag before it could react.
Vuul was pleased. He had served his new God well.
He put away Blaze and Subjugate, and took out Rend and Dominate. It was a more fitting weapon for the prone creature before him.
But suddenly, she vanished. Where had she gone? He could not see her anywhere around his head.
Vex smirked. The Alvum was a powerful foe, but being able to see all around himself was of little help with an illusion blocking his senses.
Now I can destroy him, Vex found himself thinking. He knew it was Magog's influence. He knew the dangers if he gave in.
But he did regardless. His corrupted arm soon tore through Vuul's armor, catching the Alvum by surprise. Vuul was ripped apart by the possessed god, never knowing who had dealt the fatal blow.
Parsley was shocked. Even in the depths of the illusion, he could sense the demon's power before him. And it was growing stronger. He would have to move quickly.
He grabbed the corrupt arm, and concentrating intensely, he began turning it to bread.
Vex tried to stop him, but the demon hunter was unshaken, and kicked the satyr repeatedly.
Several minutes later, Parsley collapsed, victorious, but exhausted.
It made him an easy target for Lutherion's minions. The necromancer cackled at the death of another of his enemies, and prepared a bone splinter.
He had no time to throw it, however, as Cedric stabbed him from behind, pulled out his sword, and then trampled him.
The monster was defeated. Cedric was pleased. Soon, he would be victorious.
And then he heard the noise. He pulled the reins on his horse quickly, but it was too late. The Ouroborous had descended upon him, and they devoured both Cedric and his horse in moments.
But they weren't prepared for the chainsaw tearing through them. With so many in one place, Brooklyn easily sliced them to bits, and more importantly, their eggs. Her metal body was immune to their feeding frenzy. The few that survived would die either to each other or to the end of their life cycle soon enough.
Brooklyn wouldn't last that long. Konka Rar had used her preoccupation as a chance to prepare a lightning spell. It shorted her out, and she fell to the ground. Then, a drop of darkness covered her motionless body, inflicting terrible pain upon her very soul.
Rar laughed. That chainsaw had given him trouble for the last time.
The lich was more right than he knew. Gadget, enraged, gave a soul to the lich's arm, and realizing its master's nature, it pointed itself at his skull and fired a laser, vaporising him.
Gadget, pleased with himself, suddenly found himself smelling a sweet aroma. He was in such a state of joy that he didn't even notice as Reudic sucked the nutrients out of his body.
Moments later, the plant received a taste of its own medicine as La Aguja del Dolor filled its mind with a sense of its plant peers accepting it. As it rejoiced, Muriego sliced off its vines and hacked away at it, finally stabbing its main organs.
By the time he had finished, though, it was too late. Pope Triumphian was upon him, and he swiftly devoured Muriego the heretic and his heathen idol.
Sirius couldn't take it any more. That this oversized reptile was the leader of an entire cross-planetary religion... It was like some kind of cruel joke! The angel set himself ablaze and flew at the Pope, tackling him and punching with his mighty gauntlets until the beast was felled.
Little did he realize that Vyrm'n had gone feral. In her wild state, she simply wanted to destroy... and Sirius was the first being in her path. He was torn apart by the Entropic without warning.
Saint Scofflaw laughed. The feral Faceless was a threat, it was true; but she was no match for his brilliant new invention. He fired it at her; to an observer, it would simply have appeared to be a cloud of iron filings. In fact, it was more intricate than that; the iron simply provided the matter to paralyze her, and weaken her. Slowly, she fell still. Then, gradually, she became more like her surroundings, turning into a lifeless blob of grass and iron.
Aph stared at Scofflaw as he laughed. She loved him! Why did he spurn her so! Angrily, she shoved her sword through his newly-invented weapon, demanding to know why he loved it more than her. Before he could answer, she stabbed him through the heart, and he collapsed to the ground.
Aph was drawn to tears. Why did it have to end like this? Why?
Adelaide saw the despondent nymph, and patted her in comfort. Then she bit Aph's head off. It tasted so... sweet.
Simphonia, to the extent she could understand what had just happened, was shocked. She whistled around the rusalka's head, as if to ask what she thought she was doing. Adelaide tried to brush the notes aside, but they refused.
Then they closed in. They were rather sharp. B sharp, to be more specific.
James Raven saw his chance. Using his energy arm, he grabbed a handful of musical notes and tore them in two. Simphonia was so disoriented, she had barely mounted a counteroffensive when she ran out of notes.
Then Annaliese panicked, grabbed the pastry in James' hand, and shoved it down his throat. He choked to death. She breathed a sigh of relief. At last, she was safe...
And then she was on fire.
Jordan glared. This girl... this pathetic girl! She was the only one to stand between him and victory? Impossible! She would pay for all she had done!
And then Jordan, and the hunter, slowly burned to ash. Conte could only look on helplessly. Why had brave Jordan given his life for her? She cried a tear for him. She couldn't waste his sacrifice.
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