Re: The Grand Battle [Round 4! Pop-up Land!!]
10-12-2009, 07:37 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by dexexe1234.
Everything seemed so clear. Everything seemed so chaotic. I dont know whats happening. It all just happens right now. Nothing happens right now.
Lutherion stood and looked in his hands. At once, they where decomposing and rotting away, yet they where also healing, and growing through different stages of life. He looked around himself, but his eyes could not focus. Everything seemed smeared and destroyed, but a green grass meadow was also perfectly clear.
He looked at his wightmaw arm. It was screaming. Not literally, but in his head he could hear its voice: AAAAEEEEERRRRGGHH!!!!! IT IS EATING ME!!! Help me Lutherion. HELP ME LUTHERION!!! Luther looked around in pure agony. What he could get out of his vision, was the green meadow, and some trees. He could see that he was laying on the ground.
Everything seemed so silent. Everything seemed so loud.
Lutherion suddenly feeled like his chest was being ripped from the inside. And then again. At a steady pace, his chest was being ripped, and repaired. This continued for some minutes. He then tried to stand up, but fell down again. The he heard a faint thump.
Thump. Thump. Thu-thump. Thu-thump.
Lutherion cringed and screamed all that he could. He held his normal arm to his chest, and felt the ripping again. His own hand suddely ripped open, the flesh pointing everywhere. The blood was flowing and dripping into the ripped holes near his now alive and beating heart.
Lutherion kept screaming for five whole minutes.
Everything seemed so clear. Everything seemed so chaotic. I dont know whats happening. It all just happens right now. Nothing happens right now.
Lutherion stood and looked in his hands. At once, they where decomposing and rotting away, yet they where also healing, and growing through different stages of life. He looked around himself, but his eyes could not focus. Everything seemed smeared and destroyed, but a green grass meadow was also perfectly clear.
He looked at his wightmaw arm. It was screaming. Not literally, but in his head he could hear its voice: AAAAEEEEERRRRGGHH!!!!! IT IS EATING ME!!! Help me Lutherion. HELP ME LUTHERION!!! Luther looked around in pure agony. What he could get out of his vision, was the green meadow, and some trees. He could see that he was laying on the ground.
Everything seemed so silent. Everything seemed so loud.
Lutherion suddenly feeled like his chest was being ripped from the inside. And then again. At a steady pace, his chest was being ripped, and repaired. This continued for some minutes. He then tried to stand up, but fell down again. The he heard a faint thump.
Thump. Thump. Thu-thump. Thu-thump.
Lutherion cringed and screamed all that he could. He held his normal arm to his chest, and felt the ripping again. His own hand suddely ripped open, the flesh pointing everywhere. The blood was flowing and dripping into the ripped holes near his now alive and beating heart.
Lutherion kept screaming for five whole minutes.