Re: Mini-Grand 5101 [Round 2: Medieval Village]
08-01-2011, 08:03 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Lankie.
Deathwing prepared his cannon to erase the poor excuse for a hostage; however he was quite surprised when he didn’t even have to do that, as the most gracious Sir Kaiden Stormblade(!) had done him in for the cyborg. The knight’s tacky sword plunged into the village as Stormblade took a swift step back. “He died in the name of JUSTICE! A noble death!” Deathwing glanced at the recent corpse, lying in a very un-noble fashion, it certainly didn’t help that he suddenly burst into flames for no apparent reason, Deathwing wasn’t even surprised anymore, he just wanted everything to die and be done with it.
“Ok, fuck this.” The cybernetic man flexed his six wings into a stabbing position, “I’m just going to gut you like a fish and call it a day.” He sauntered towards the knight, ready for some staby staby fun times, when suddenly: “JUSTICE FLARE TECHINQUE GO!” With a cheesy call and even cheesier pose, the hilt of Stormblade’s sword exploded in light. The Cyborg screamed and recoiled as the brightness of a sun was fired directly into his biological eye.
Kekarie clamped its eyes shut and swerved directly into the roof of a ramshackle hut. The Witches enchantments and spells were strong but the Wind Spirits instincts of ‘don’t fly into the fucking Sun, jeez man!’ took over. Not that such a thing loosened the control on Kekarie; the bird begrudgingly continued towards the source of magic, albeit walking, much slowly down some stairs, with it’s eyes firmly closed.
Deathwing Readjusted his Bionic eye to the exceptionally harsh light coming from that BASTARD of a knight. Mr Stormblade had skyrocketed straight up to number one on the cyborg’s mental kill list, with the Game Boy coming in at second place. With his vision restored, Deathwing continued his charge towards the smugness singularity that was Sir Kaiden Stormblade(!).
At least, he would be continuing, if he wasn’t suddenly and forcefully placed into a tightly compacted haystack.
All through this ridiculous fiasco, Nathan had been taking his aim towards the insidious cyborg, he would have fired earlier but a certain knight’s light show caused the gamer to stall a little. Luckily he had placed himself in a position in which Stormblade’s spectacle wouldn’t leave him a blind man. He reassured his aim with his stupendous weapon and fired. Nathan had a lot of experience firing weaponry with immense recoil, but this was a whole new kettle of fish, the gamer was literally launched backwards, straight into a dry stone wall upon firing the Technicolor gun. Nathan couldn’t help but have a moment of bewilderment over how absurd the weapon was.
Supersonic hay hit the cyborg, making him skid across the dirty, shit laden floor of the streets at an alarming speed. Deathwing’s ominous silhouette was engulfed and replaced by a harmless mound of dried grass, slowly but surely, the bale slid to a stop.
It was this moment that a certain irate Wizard entered the scene, rather ungracefully stomping around and swearing for such a man of power. “Oy! Robo boy!” He furiously marched towards the bale imprisoning Deathwing. “You’ve got some fuckin’ nerve! I hope you have lawyers in whatever godforsaken future you’re from because you’ll be hearing from me in court! You two bit mecha-bastard!”
The following could only be described as Deathwing exploding. Hay flew everywhere as the ‘mecha-bastard’ screamed to the heavens, consumed by rage. The cyborg let forth a slew of every curse word known to man in an incomprehensible, hate filled mega-sentence. Eventually, Deathwing concluded on “FUCK YOU, FUCK YOUR VILLAGE, FUCK YOUR KNIGHT, FUCK THIS CONTEST. FUCK EEEVVVEEERRRYYYTHHHIIIIIIIIINNNG!”
For the first time since meeting a certain Witch, the Wizard was at a loss for words.
Deathwing prepared his cannon to erase the poor excuse for a hostage; however he was quite surprised when he didn’t even have to do that, as the most gracious Sir Kaiden Stormblade(!) had done him in for the cyborg. The knight’s tacky sword plunged into the village as Stormblade took a swift step back. “He died in the name of JUSTICE! A noble death!” Deathwing glanced at the recent corpse, lying in a very un-noble fashion, it certainly didn’t help that he suddenly burst into flames for no apparent reason, Deathwing wasn’t even surprised anymore, he just wanted everything to die and be done with it.
“Ok, fuck this.” The cybernetic man flexed his six wings into a stabbing position, “I’m just going to gut you like a fish and call it a day.” He sauntered towards the knight, ready for some staby staby fun times, when suddenly: “JUSTICE FLARE TECHINQUE GO!” With a cheesy call and even cheesier pose, the hilt of Stormblade’s sword exploded in light. The Cyborg screamed and recoiled as the brightness of a sun was fired directly into his biological eye.
Kekarie clamped its eyes shut and swerved directly into the roof of a ramshackle hut. The Witches enchantments and spells were strong but the Wind Spirits instincts of ‘don’t fly into the fucking Sun, jeez man!’ took over. Not that such a thing loosened the control on Kekarie; the bird begrudgingly continued towards the source of magic, albeit walking, much slowly down some stairs, with it’s eyes firmly closed.
Deathwing Readjusted his Bionic eye to the exceptionally harsh light coming from that BASTARD of a knight. Mr Stormblade had skyrocketed straight up to number one on the cyborg’s mental kill list, with the Game Boy coming in at second place. With his vision restored, Deathwing continued his charge towards the smugness singularity that was Sir Kaiden Stormblade(!).
At least, he would be continuing, if he wasn’t suddenly and forcefully placed into a tightly compacted haystack.
All through this ridiculous fiasco, Nathan had been taking his aim towards the insidious cyborg, he would have fired earlier but a certain knight’s light show caused the gamer to stall a little. Luckily he had placed himself in a position in which Stormblade’s spectacle wouldn’t leave him a blind man. He reassured his aim with his stupendous weapon and fired. Nathan had a lot of experience firing weaponry with immense recoil, but this was a whole new kettle of fish, the gamer was literally launched backwards, straight into a dry stone wall upon firing the Technicolor gun. Nathan couldn’t help but have a moment of bewilderment over how absurd the weapon was.
Supersonic hay hit the cyborg, making him skid across the dirty, shit laden floor of the streets at an alarming speed. Deathwing’s ominous silhouette was engulfed and replaced by a harmless mound of dried grass, slowly but surely, the bale slid to a stop.
It was this moment that a certain irate Wizard entered the scene, rather ungracefully stomping around and swearing for such a man of power. “Oy! Robo boy!” He furiously marched towards the bale imprisoning Deathwing. “You’ve got some fuckin’ nerve! I hope you have lawyers in whatever godforsaken future you’re from because you’ll be hearing from me in court! You two bit mecha-bastard!”
The following could only be described as Deathwing exploding. Hay flew everywhere as the ‘mecha-bastard’ screamed to the heavens, consumed by rage. The cyborg let forth a slew of every curse word known to man in an incomprehensible, hate filled mega-sentence. Eventually, Deathwing concluded on “FUCK YOU, FUCK YOUR VILLAGE, FUCK YOUR KNIGHT, FUCK THIS CONTEST. FUCK EEEVVVEEERRRYYYTHHHIIIIIIIIINNNG!”
For the first time since meeting a certain Witch, the Wizard was at a loss for words.