Re: Mini-Grand 5101 [Round 1: RMS Titanic]
06-05-2011, 11:20 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Ixcalibur.
Eugene, the Master at Arms approached the corpse of the hideous creature that had somehow managed to end up on the deck. Scientists said there were all kinds of crazy things living in the depths of the ocean, things that were all tentacles and teeth, but he had never thought he would see such a grotesque specimen and he felt sorry for the men and women of this fine ship who had had to suffer it’s presence as well. Sure people claimed that all life was sacred and all of that, but this thing belonged clearly belonged dead. He slid the pistol into its holster and grasped the tentacles of the hideous beast, preparing to toss it back into the ocean where it belonged. Immediately he pulled his hands back, this thing had the consistency of mud and something weird was happening. As he watched two of the tentacles retracted entirely, while the other two mutated, altered into… arms? The creature’s tail split down the centre and became a pair of legs. In fact this thing was looking more and more human by the second. Eugene could do little more than watch in stunned disbelief as the dead body climbed up from the deck, stark naked, folded it’s arms and stared at him.
“Seriously?” Bartleby asked. “That’s how you’re going to greet someone who is in obvious distress?” Eugene had never considered himself a religious man but he knew that sea monsters turning into people and telling him off was very much against nature. He backed away from the abomination and raised his pistol once more, his arm shaking.
“Stay back foul creature.” Eugene said. “I will not let you harm the people of this vessel.”
“I don’t want to harm anyone.” Bartleby protested. “I would like some clothes though if you have some. It’s a bit chilly out here.”
“Monster!” Eugene cried. “Still your tongue demon, I will not listen to your lies!”
“Even just your coat would be nice.” Bartleby suggested, he reached out to the terrified Master at Arms and for his trouble he received a couple of shots in the gut. “…Son of a bitch.” He said, and collapsed. As Bartleby hit the deck, Eugene wasted no time in emptying his gun into the awful monstrosity.
Eugene, the Master at Arms approached the corpse of the hideous creature that had somehow managed to end up on the deck. Scientists said there were all kinds of crazy things living in the depths of the ocean, things that were all tentacles and teeth, but he had never thought he would see such a grotesque specimen and he felt sorry for the men and women of this fine ship who had had to suffer it’s presence as well. Sure people claimed that all life was sacred and all of that, but this thing belonged clearly belonged dead. He slid the pistol into its holster and grasped the tentacles of the hideous beast, preparing to toss it back into the ocean where it belonged. Immediately he pulled his hands back, this thing had the consistency of mud and something weird was happening. As he watched two of the tentacles retracted entirely, while the other two mutated, altered into… arms? The creature’s tail split down the centre and became a pair of legs. In fact this thing was looking more and more human by the second. Eugene could do little more than watch in stunned disbelief as the dead body climbed up from the deck, stark naked, folded it’s arms and stared at him.
“Seriously?” Bartleby asked. “That’s how you’re going to greet someone who is in obvious distress?” Eugene had never considered himself a religious man but he knew that sea monsters turning into people and telling him off was very much against nature. He backed away from the abomination and raised his pistol once more, his arm shaking.
“Stay back foul creature.” Eugene said. “I will not let you harm the people of this vessel.”
“I don’t want to harm anyone.” Bartleby protested. “I would like some clothes though if you have some. It’s a bit chilly out here.”
“Monster!” Eugene cried. “Still your tongue demon, I will not listen to your lies!”
“Even just your coat would be nice.” Bartleby suggested, he reached out to the terrified Master at Arms and for his trouble he received a couple of shots in the gut. “…Son of a bitch.” He said, and collapsed. As Bartleby hit the deck, Eugene wasted no time in emptying his gun into the awful monstrosity.
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