Re: Mini-Grand 5108 [Round 2: A City in Which Physics Work Somewhat Differently]
10-02-2011, 11:55 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by shieldman.
"Sir, I do not think we should be going so fas--"
Shieldman held on while Michael Bay piloted the Hummer through the urban tapestry. He had every reason to arrest him on the spot for speeding through non-physical airspace, but decided against taking any legal action against a god. Instead, he kept watch for anything violating the laws of physics in an aggressive manner.
"Citizen Arckal, what is that?" Shieldman pointed upwards, to a small falling object. It landed with a *plop*, almost on Arckal's head, and the robot recoiled immediately; he had no Restrainium left to defend himself. Instead, he leaped through the open top, spiraling off in the opposite direction that Arckal had jumped.
"Godhead Bay, we will reunite at a later time!" he cried as he plummeted to the road below, accelerating and slowing at the same time.
"Alright, then. You two have fun. I'll have a chat with our friend Rollo here."
Shieldman landed with an un-thud on a flatbed truck, speeding backwards down a rather M.C. Escher-inspired highway. Alongside him, Arckal lay sprawled out on the top of a sedan, holding on for dear life. Shieldman called across to him, "Cit' Arckal! Assessment?"
"What do you think, you crazy tin can?! We're under attack by a giant mass of goop in a city that makes no damn sense!"
"Indeed. Intended course of action?"
"I'm makin' it up as I go along!! You might as well do the same!"
"Understood."
Arckal got to his feet, ignoring air resistance and gravity. Shieldman did the same, and peered ahead to where they were headed. A huge building, levitating ominously in the distance, seemed to be their destination.
"Ah! Headquarters, Main Branch, location of Chief Jigglywobble's office."
"Oh, great. We're going from one mass of squishy stuff to another."
"We require weapons, do we not? I assume your singular restrainium rod will not repulse the entirety of Reuben."
"You're saying... there are anti-goo weapons in that fortress there?"
"For lack of a better term, yes. Anti-goo weapons."
The two allies-by-consequence sped on to the Headquarters, pondering strategies to take down the mass of Oceanian they had to deal with. As their vehicles pulled into the parking lot, a red light swung forward and pointed at Arckal. Shieldman called for it to disengage, but a loud BEEP confirmed his denial.
"Citizen Arckal, I advise you do something rather... action-y... very soon."
"Sir, I do not think we should be going so fas--"
Shieldman held on while Michael Bay piloted the Hummer through the urban tapestry. He had every reason to arrest him on the spot for speeding through non-physical airspace, but decided against taking any legal action against a god. Instead, he kept watch for anything violating the laws of physics in an aggressive manner.
"Citizen Arckal, what is that?" Shieldman pointed upwards, to a small falling object. It landed with a *plop*, almost on Arckal's head, and the robot recoiled immediately; he had no Restrainium left to defend himself. Instead, he leaped through the open top, spiraling off in the opposite direction that Arckal had jumped.
"Godhead Bay, we will reunite at a later time!" he cried as he plummeted to the road below, accelerating and slowing at the same time.
"Alright, then. You two have fun. I'll have a chat with our friend Rollo here."
Shieldman landed with an un-thud on a flatbed truck, speeding backwards down a rather M.C. Escher-inspired highway. Alongside him, Arckal lay sprawled out on the top of a sedan, holding on for dear life. Shieldman called across to him, "Cit' Arckal! Assessment?"
"What do you think, you crazy tin can?! We're under attack by a giant mass of goop in a city that makes no damn sense!"
"Indeed. Intended course of action?"
"I'm makin' it up as I go along!! You might as well do the same!"
"Understood."
Arckal got to his feet, ignoring air resistance and gravity. Shieldman did the same, and peered ahead to where they were headed. A huge building, levitating ominously in the distance, seemed to be their destination.
"Ah! Headquarters, Main Branch, location of Chief Jigglywobble's office."
"Oh, great. We're going from one mass of squishy stuff to another."
"We require weapons, do we not? I assume your singular restrainium rod will not repulse the entirety of Reuben."
"You're saying... there are anti-goo weapons in that fortress there?"
"For lack of a better term, yes. Anti-goo weapons."
The two allies-by-consequence sped on to the Headquarters, pondering strategies to take down the mass of Oceanian they had to deal with. As their vehicles pulled into the parking lot, a red light swung forward and pointed at Arckal. Shieldman called for it to disengage, but a loud BEEP confirmed his denial.
"Citizen Arckal, I advise you do something rather... action-y... very soon."