Re: Mini-Grand 5101 [Round 1: RMS Titanic]
05-31-2011, 08:09 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Lankie.
Screams, followed by a series of explosions.
Deathwing was never one to question a situation he was ever thrust into; there was never any need really. All things considered, everything Deathwing was ever ordered to do was essentially, 'here's some guys, kill them with your gun which makes said guys explode'. The cyborg wasn’t about his deviate on that pattern just because there was a change in management.
Deathwing had materialized on the deck of the infamous boat. There was roughly a three second gap of silence before the screaming started, a natural reaction for a civilian of the 1910s after seeing, what is essentially, a machine demon. In hindsight this was the reaction he got from everyone, time period notwithstanding.
Still, it made no difference to the Cybernetic soldier. He raised his left arm and unleashed a swathe of hot, plasma, explosive hell upon the undeserving patrons of the illustrious ship. Once enough people had run off/died you could finally hear Deathwing's rapturous laughter, though to any outside perspective, it was clearly the psychotic cackle of a lunatic.
With the subsidence of bodies to murder and the infernal hiss of the Death Cannon's cooling system, Deathwing did something out of the ordinary and thought about the situation he had been unceremoniously popped in. Wind Spirit, Unkillable Man, Video Game...Person? There were other, more interesting opponents to hunt, competitors if you will. Deathwing cracked a wicked smile and flexed his mechanical wings.
"This is going to be fun."
Screams, followed by a series of explosions.
Deathwing was never one to question a situation he was ever thrust into; there was never any need really. All things considered, everything Deathwing was ever ordered to do was essentially, 'here's some guys, kill them with your gun which makes said guys explode'. The cyborg wasn’t about his deviate on that pattern just because there was a change in management.
Deathwing had materialized on the deck of the infamous boat. There was roughly a three second gap of silence before the screaming started, a natural reaction for a civilian of the 1910s after seeing, what is essentially, a machine demon. In hindsight this was the reaction he got from everyone, time period notwithstanding.
Still, it made no difference to the Cybernetic soldier. He raised his left arm and unleashed a swathe of hot, plasma, explosive hell upon the undeserving patrons of the illustrious ship. Once enough people had run off/died you could finally hear Deathwing's rapturous laughter, though to any outside perspective, it was clearly the psychotic cackle of a lunatic.
With the subsidence of bodies to murder and the infernal hiss of the Death Cannon's cooling system, Deathwing did something out of the ordinary and thought about the situation he had been unceremoniously popped in. Wind Spirit, Unkillable Man, Video Game...Person? There were other, more interesting opponents to hunt, competitors if you will. Deathwing cracked a wicked smile and flexed his mechanical wings.
"This is going to be fun."