Re: Mini-Grand 5102 [Round 1: Sprawl-Mart]
06-12-2011, 04:20 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Pharmacy.
“AUUGH.”
The woman threw up her arms in exasperation. Her job was going nowhere. How could such a simple job of presenting product samples be so deceptively easy? All she had to do was prepare the product in question (Leekilicious Spread: “Savory fun on every tongue!”). Put on plate. Done. Yet , the samples keep on disappearing for some reason. What would the customers think of this disaster? However, she realized the people waiting in line were just staring at something and wanting answers, she followed their gaze.
Then, she found the culprit.
Nearby the edge of the table, a wedge-shaped head was in the process of devastating the local population of Leekilcious Cracker Spreads, spitting up crushed cups in its wake. This creature was a sight to behold: visibly human, yet inhumanly unsettling. Somehow, the creature had noticed her because it turned its head (slowly) to face her. It gave her a rather disconcerting grin and spoke
<font color="#FF5D24">"Hello there."
She screamed.</font>
***
With good-natured amusement, Miecz sensed the spectacle the sample lady was giving. Apparently, this angel who created such spreadable ambrosias on baked biscuits was giving her thanks for enjoying this particularly tasty treat! Miecz found her actions to be a sign to enthusiastically continue on his conquest of the Leekilcious Cracker Spread. Good Lord, these things are amazing. A plethora of delicious flavors played upon his tongue: savory, salty, succulent. Miecz gave a content yet noticeable sigh as the medley of onion, dairy, and salmon danced in his mouth, which prompted the flailing angel to scream even louder. Entertainment and food! This was heaven after all!
Unfortunately, this brief moment of paradise was rudely cut short by the entrance of two particularly familiar gentlemen. Miecz knew. After all, he can discern the smell of his own vomit from others. Regardless, he took that as a sign to start planning for his escape. Their eagerness to use weapons and their relentless pursuit led Miecz to conclude they were aggressive, unreasonable creatures who could not discern civilized beings from a vegetable. He could technically fight them off, perhaps test his strength and skill against these warriors, but why would he? Swordmonsters pick fights for their opponents, not the other way around. Plus, they were using ranged projectiles, not swords. That was not "honor duel" material at all.
Miecz dropped on all of his fours and immediately made a beeline towards the middle of the mall cop duo. The suddenness of his speedy maneuver caught the two security men by surprise, ruining any chance for them to bring out the can of mace or the TASER. Miecz briefly looked back at the splayed figures with a semblance of smirk on his face. As he forced his way around the customers, Miecz realized although he had planned his escape, he had not planned where to escape to! He decided to pick a place nearby his vicinity and barrel forth.
That place was none other than the Sprawl-Mart’s produce section.
“AUUGH.”
The woman threw up her arms in exasperation. Her job was going nowhere. How could such a simple job of presenting product samples be so deceptively easy? All she had to do was prepare the product in question (Leekilicious Spread: “Savory fun on every tongue!”). Put on plate. Done. Yet , the samples keep on disappearing for some reason. What would the customers think of this disaster? However, she realized the people waiting in line were just staring at something and wanting answers, she followed their gaze.
Then, she found the culprit.
Nearby the edge of the table, a wedge-shaped head was in the process of devastating the local population of Leekilcious Cracker Spreads, spitting up crushed cups in its wake. This creature was a sight to behold: visibly human, yet inhumanly unsettling. Somehow, the creature had noticed her because it turned its head (slowly) to face her. It gave her a rather disconcerting grin and spoke
<font color="#FF5D24">"Hello there."
She screamed.</font>
***
With good-natured amusement, Miecz sensed the spectacle the sample lady was giving. Apparently, this angel who created such spreadable ambrosias on baked biscuits was giving her thanks for enjoying this particularly tasty treat! Miecz found her actions to be a sign to enthusiastically continue on his conquest of the Leekilcious Cracker Spread. Good Lord, these things are amazing. A plethora of delicious flavors played upon his tongue: savory, salty, succulent. Miecz gave a content yet noticeable sigh as the medley of onion, dairy, and salmon danced in his mouth, which prompted the flailing angel to scream even louder. Entertainment and food! This was heaven after all!
Unfortunately, this brief moment of paradise was rudely cut short by the entrance of two particularly familiar gentlemen. Miecz knew. After all, he can discern the smell of his own vomit from others. Regardless, he took that as a sign to start planning for his escape. Their eagerness to use weapons and their relentless pursuit led Miecz to conclude they were aggressive, unreasonable creatures who could not discern civilized beings from a vegetable. He could technically fight them off, perhaps test his strength and skill against these warriors, but why would he? Swordmonsters pick fights for their opponents, not the other way around. Plus, they were using ranged projectiles, not swords. That was not "honor duel" material at all.
Miecz dropped on all of his fours and immediately made a beeline towards the middle of the mall cop duo. The suddenness of his speedy maneuver caught the two security men by surprise, ruining any chance for them to bring out the can of mace or the TASER. Miecz briefly looked back at the splayed figures with a semblance of smirk on his face. As he forced his way around the customers, Miecz realized although he had planned his escape, he had not planned where to escape to! He decided to pick a place nearby his vicinity and barrel forth.
That place was none other than the Sprawl-Mart’s produce section.