Re: Mini-Grand 5101 [Round 1: RMS Titanic]
06-18-2011, 01:17 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Lankie.
For lack of a more eloquent term, Deathwing was pissed off.
Not only to lose a target as basic as a standard ‘no upgrades’ human, but also to be bested by some brainless beast? It would be enough to drive a normal person crazy, but Deathwing wasn’t ‘normal’ or precisely a person anymore. The cybernetic soldier vented his rage like any good cybernetic soldier should; with murder and explosions.
“Insolence” was the only word to roll out of his mouth, the palpable hate for someone merely surviving him was incomprehensible. It was through such malice that put the beginning stages of a cruel plan into motion. Deathwing’s methods were perhaps a bit too linear for the situation he was in. The cyborg was preoccupying himself with small time contestants while ignoring the gigantic, glaringly obvious, boat shaped target right in front of him.
Deathwing regained his composure and smiled while casually eviscerating an unlucky passer-by. Sure it lacked the personal touch the Deathwing strived for, but he couldn’t argue that it would get the job done, albeit slowly. The ship would sink and the game boy would drown, then, with nowhere to hide, the bird shall prove an easy target. A flawless plan with the bonus of purging this quaint, little boat’s filthy inhabitants, Deathwing was like a kid in a candy store.
The cyborg aimed forward and blasted a makeshift exit for himself, making sure to pause in-between shot’s, he wasn’t about to take chances with such a beautifully formulated (well to Deathwing at least) plan. The jets on his back warned up instantaneously and launched him out of the Titanic like a missile. The dangerous sociopath looped around the back of this ship with a surprising amount of grace, his target being the propeller of the ship, followed swiftly by frontal, lower deck.
Before he could commit mass murder, he couldn’t help but notice a certain wind spirit idly soaring through the air. Deathwing cracked a psychotic smile as he aimed his sights towards the unaware Kekarie, a little vengeance was just the personal touch Deathwing was looking for.
For lack of a more eloquent term, Deathwing was pissed off.
Not only to lose a target as basic as a standard ‘no upgrades’ human, but also to be bested by some brainless beast? It would be enough to drive a normal person crazy, but Deathwing wasn’t ‘normal’ or precisely a person anymore. The cybernetic soldier vented his rage like any good cybernetic soldier should; with murder and explosions.
“Insolence” was the only word to roll out of his mouth, the palpable hate for someone merely surviving him was incomprehensible. It was through such malice that put the beginning stages of a cruel plan into motion. Deathwing’s methods were perhaps a bit too linear for the situation he was in. The cyborg was preoccupying himself with small time contestants while ignoring the gigantic, glaringly obvious, boat shaped target right in front of him.
Deathwing regained his composure and smiled while casually eviscerating an unlucky passer-by. Sure it lacked the personal touch the Deathwing strived for, but he couldn’t argue that it would get the job done, albeit slowly. The ship would sink and the game boy would drown, then, with nowhere to hide, the bird shall prove an easy target. A flawless plan with the bonus of purging this quaint, little boat’s filthy inhabitants, Deathwing was like a kid in a candy store.
The cyborg aimed forward and blasted a makeshift exit for himself, making sure to pause in-between shot’s, he wasn’t about to take chances with such a beautifully formulated (well to Deathwing at least) plan. The jets on his back warned up instantaneously and launched him out of the Titanic like a missile. The dangerous sociopath looped around the back of this ship with a surprising amount of grace, his target being the propeller of the ship, followed swiftly by frontal, lower deck.
Before he could commit mass murder, he couldn’t help but notice a certain wind spirit idly soaring through the air. Deathwing cracked a psychotic smile as he aimed his sights towards the unaware Kekarie, a little vengeance was just the personal touch Deathwing was looking for.