Re: Mini-Grand 5101 [Round 1: RMS Titanic]
06-18-2011, 08:59 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by BlastYoBoots.
"Whoa, wait a minute!" "Relax, I'm not going to fire."
Nathan carefully aimed at the bird, then began to blink his rifle's underside flashlight at it. By the sound of its reaction, it didn't take too kindly to the move.
"Graaa, how do I turn down these sound effects?" That must have been near the volume cap. Any higher and I could sue them for hearing damage!
Predictably, Deathwing interrupted with his cannon. Thinking quickly, Nathan flipped his flashlight to full and turned it at the cyborg, using it for its original purpose: blinding enemies. Any normal foe caught in that beam wouldn't be able to pinpoint its source well enough to aim.
Less predictably, as Nathan rushed Bartleby inside, a giant fucking octopus rocked the ship.
Deathwing was certainly not a normal foe. His bionic eye set to thermal vision, the gamer was easy to pinpoint, and even easier to shoot. But Deathwing had other things on his mind, namely the giant fucking octopus trying to steal his thunder.
Not to mention Kekarie, who it was depositing on the deck. What is that bird made out of, anyway? Even a graze from my cannon should have turned it to flaming mush!
As the Titanic groaned and twisted under arm after encroaching arm of the beast, the cybernetic soldier considered his options. He could wait for this thing to slowly destroy the ship, but would have preferred it to sink a tad faster, himself. After all, he couldn't stay airborne forever.
-----
"Yes, yes, I know what they are," Lawrence dismissed his friend, caustically. "But... why are they here?"
Deep in one of the cargo holds, Lawrence, Charles, and Michael stood around an overturned crate containing three fully-loaded, antique, original Staghold harpoon guns. Well... two. The men had been exploring the hold, ordered to find and unbox any sort of weapon for use against a monster, a mutiny, or a demon respectively while others were to break down the arms cabinet in the absence of the Master-at-Arms's key. Moments ago, the ship's sudden rocking had triggered one of these three inexplicably loaded weapons to misfire, shattering the side of their crate and bringing the lot down right next to the men. The sheer anachronism of these decades-old launchers – and their unfathomable presence on a passenger liner such as this – was simply baffling to the crewmen; they found themselves in a circle around the devices, staring dumbfounded.
"...octopuuuus... ...GIANT OCTOPUUUUS!!" A gasping, sweaty crewman barged down into the hold. "Man your stations, men! We're under siege by a bloody octopus."
"I thought it was a mutiny-" Charles started, but was rudely interrupted by the ship loudly tilting about ten degrees.
It was then that the gasping crewman spotted the harpoon guns. "Ah, seems like you have the right idea. Now bring those to the deck before the whole damned ship collapses!"
The trio glanced at each other, then collected the two unfired weapons and hurried them up the ship.
"Whoa, wait a minute!" "Relax, I'm not going to fire."
Nathan carefully aimed at the bird, then began to blink his rifle's underside flashlight at it. By the sound of its reaction, it didn't take too kindly to the move.
"Graaa, how do I turn down these sound effects?" That must have been near the volume cap. Any higher and I could sue them for hearing damage!
Predictably, Deathwing interrupted with his cannon. Thinking quickly, Nathan flipped his flashlight to full and turned it at the cyborg, using it for its original purpose: blinding enemies. Any normal foe caught in that beam wouldn't be able to pinpoint its source well enough to aim.
Less predictably, as Nathan rushed Bartleby inside, a giant fucking octopus rocked the ship.
Deathwing was certainly not a normal foe. His bionic eye set to thermal vision, the gamer was easy to pinpoint, and even easier to shoot. But Deathwing had other things on his mind, namely the giant fucking octopus trying to steal his thunder.
Not to mention Kekarie, who it was depositing on the deck. What is that bird made out of, anyway? Even a graze from my cannon should have turned it to flaming mush!
As the Titanic groaned and twisted under arm after encroaching arm of the beast, the cybernetic soldier considered his options. He could wait for this thing to slowly destroy the ship, but would have preferred it to sink a tad faster, himself. After all, he couldn't stay airborne forever.
-----
"Yes, yes, I know what they are," Lawrence dismissed his friend, caustically. "But... why are they here?"
Deep in one of the cargo holds, Lawrence, Charles, and Michael stood around an overturned crate containing three fully-loaded, antique, original Staghold harpoon guns. Well... two. The men had been exploring the hold, ordered to find and unbox any sort of weapon for use against a monster, a mutiny, or a demon respectively while others were to break down the arms cabinet in the absence of the Master-at-Arms's key. Moments ago, the ship's sudden rocking had triggered one of these three inexplicably loaded weapons to misfire, shattering the side of their crate and bringing the lot down right next to the men. The sheer anachronism of these decades-old launchers – and their unfathomable presence on a passenger liner such as this – was simply baffling to the crewmen; they found themselves in a circle around the devices, staring dumbfounded.
"...octopuuuus... ...GIANT OCTOPUUUUS!!" A gasping, sweaty crewman barged down into the hold. "Man your stations, men! We're under siege by a bloody octopus."
"I thought it was a mutiny-" Charles started, but was rudely interrupted by the ship loudly tilting about ten degrees.
It was then that the gasping crewman spotted the harpoon guns. "Ah, seems like you have the right idea. Now bring those to the deck before the whole damned ship collapses!"
The trio glanced at each other, then collected the two unfired weapons and hurried them up the ship.