Re: Mini-Grand 5102 [Round 2: Shuck Hollow]
08-25-2011, 07:35 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Pharmacy.
Janet could not help but giggle as the tubby old woman screamed her lungs out at the visceral sight of the massive mobile construct, formed from her dozens of mechanical dear children. Usually, such a gruesome spectacle would embroil Mom’s psyche with righteous fury. However, Mom was so caught up with fear, so much it could have been described as cathartic, or was it catatonic? Needless to say, fear was what Janet fed off of and that empowered her.
Janet was glad at such a massive glut of emotional charge flowing into her incorporeal soul. However, that was simply not enough. How could she enlarge such an already massive stream? It only took her a few seconds to her to think up a brilliant idea. With a subtle smile playing on her ghostly lips, she bent down and reached a massive hand towards Mom. Perhaps a little physical endangerment (no, Janet wasn’t going to hurt her) might boost things up a bit.
Mom could only scream shrilly at the appearance of the incoming golem-robot colossus above her. Miecz did have a couple of things to say about this situation, but he was kind of busy right now. Currently, he was sawing away at the confounding ropes. He was sick of the noise, he was sick of the robots, and he was sick of everything. The swordmonster wanted out of this place - NOW.
Suddenly, he was pushed down. Miecz’s head went to a world of hurt as it made contact with the wooden floor. As if his bad luck never seemed to fail him, he felt his body rising up a good few feet. At first, Miecz thought that he was dead, but then he realized he was simply being picked up by the massive thing. Mom was also caught, but she managed to slip away to safety between mechanical fingers. Miecz could not help but expel a few words of profanity. Damn it, why did he always had the worst luck?
Miecz found himself brought up to the level of the golem’s head, or at least, head-equivalent, wreathed in the ghostly glow of some sort of light. What light was that? He could care less since apparently he was not what the construct was looking for. Fingers loosening one by one - the pull of gravity subtly tugging to easy death. Was it trying to drop him? Was it? Miecz unhooked a blade of his arm and cleaved the fingers, all four of them, away.
At the sight of the injury, the golem replied with a massive hand towards the intruder. Well tough luck, robot! Miecz leapt up, using the incoming arm as leverage to scurry up the shoulders. The golem continued to attempt to get rid of his pest by pushing, scraping, any means necessary. However, all was futile, as the gnat was simply too nimble for its massive limbs to deal damage.
After much trepidation, the swordmonster was finally stood at the nape of the golem. Tentatively keeping his feet in contact, Miecz carefully made his way to the head. The weak point! Probably. As he unfurled both of his blades, he could not help but feel a sense of déjà vu. Shrugging, Miecz began to use his brutal strength to start dismantling the head to pieces.
“Hey, stop it! You are ruining my thing!”
Damn it! Couldn't she ever build a perfect golem without having somebody to crawl over her business? All she wanted was fun and people had to keep on ruining it, even that monster-sword thing! Come to think of it, what was that thing? Janet took a moment to collect her thoughts. Unfortunately, all she could glean was even more annoyance – and perhaps, rage. Stupid, stupid monster-sword thing! She’ll get rid of him somehow! The poltergeist shook her handmade construct more and more, hoping to get rid of that pesky beast.
Janet could not help but giggle as the tubby old woman screamed her lungs out at the visceral sight of the massive mobile construct, formed from her dozens of mechanical dear children. Usually, such a gruesome spectacle would embroil Mom’s psyche with righteous fury. However, Mom was so caught up with fear, so much it could have been described as cathartic, or was it catatonic? Needless to say, fear was what Janet fed off of and that empowered her.
Janet was glad at such a massive glut of emotional charge flowing into her incorporeal soul. However, that was simply not enough. How could she enlarge such an already massive stream? It only took her a few seconds to her to think up a brilliant idea. With a subtle smile playing on her ghostly lips, she bent down and reached a massive hand towards Mom. Perhaps a little physical endangerment (no, Janet wasn’t going to hurt her) might boost things up a bit.
***
Mom could only scream shrilly at the appearance of the incoming golem-robot colossus above her. Miecz did have a couple of things to say about this situation, but he was kind of busy right now. Currently, he was sawing away at the confounding ropes. He was sick of the noise, he was sick of the robots, and he was sick of everything. The swordmonster wanted out of this place - NOW.
Suddenly, he was pushed down. Miecz’s head went to a world of hurt as it made contact with the wooden floor. As if his bad luck never seemed to fail him, he felt his body rising up a good few feet. At first, Miecz thought that he was dead, but then he realized he was simply being picked up by the massive thing. Mom was also caught, but she managed to slip away to safety between mechanical fingers. Miecz could not help but expel a few words of profanity. Damn it, why did he always had the worst luck?
Miecz found himself brought up to the level of the golem’s head, or at least, head-equivalent, wreathed in the ghostly glow of some sort of light. What light was that? He could care less since apparently he was not what the construct was looking for. Fingers loosening one by one - the pull of gravity subtly tugging to easy death. Was it trying to drop him? Was it? Miecz unhooked a blade of his arm and cleaved the fingers, all four of them, away.
At the sight of the injury, the golem replied with a massive hand towards the intruder. Well tough luck, robot! Miecz leapt up, using the incoming arm as leverage to scurry up the shoulders. The golem continued to attempt to get rid of his pest by pushing, scraping, any means necessary. However, all was futile, as the gnat was simply too nimble for its massive limbs to deal damage.
After much trepidation, the swordmonster was finally stood at the nape of the golem. Tentatively keeping his feet in contact, Miecz carefully made his way to the head. The weak point! Probably. As he unfurled both of his blades, he could not help but feel a sense of déjà vu. Shrugging, Miecz began to use his brutal strength to start dismantling the head to pieces.
***
“Hey, stop it! You are ruining my thing!”
Damn it! Couldn't she ever build a perfect golem without having somebody to crawl over her business? All she wanted was fun and people had to keep on ruining it, even that monster-sword thing! Come to think of it, what was that thing? Janet took a moment to collect her thoughts. Unfortunately, all she could glean was even more annoyance – and perhaps, rage. Stupid, stupid monster-sword thing! She’ll get rid of him somehow! The poltergeist shook her handmade construct more and more, hoping to get rid of that pesky beast.