Re: The Grand Battle [Round 4! Pop-up Land!!]
10-18-2009, 01:03 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Dragon Fogel.
The voices continued to argue within Eximo, as it struggled against the force keeping it away from the filth. In its current state, the vacuum was too simple-minded to cease the struggle and go somewhere else to cleanse.
For several minutes, it seemed like a stalemate. Then, Eximo moved a fraction of an inch closer.
The singular voice took a worried tone.
What's going on? Why can't I hold it back?
...hold it back...
The chorus of voices echoed the words. The singular voice was surprised.
What's going on? Why did you repeat after me... the cleansing... What the?
The vacuum inched forward slightly more.
It's... cleansing... sucking me in!
...sucking me in...
I've got to get away! I've got to get away!
...get away...
Suddenly, a new voice joined in.
Gotcha!
The force holding back the machine stopped completely. It proceeded to vacuum up the mimic's remnants. Inside, the chorus of voices quieted down.
The vacuum could not understand what had happened, and did not even have the curiosity to wonder. All it knew was the cleansing.
The vacuum was no longer Eximo Pulvis. It had no concept of names.
But Eximo Pulvis still existed, as the chorus of voices. And it had discovered a new thought.
Hunger.
You will not escape us.
It had not occured to Eximo before that it could leave its body. Even if it had, it would have been satisfied remaining there, as long as the cleansing continued.
But something within it had been awakened. Thoughts of the cleansing, the battle, and hailing Konka Rar had left it. All it wanted now was a meal. And it could still taste the one that had gotten away.
Spoiler
The voices continued to argue within Eximo, as it struggled against the force keeping it away from the filth. In its current state, the vacuum was too simple-minded to cease the struggle and go somewhere else to cleanse.
For several minutes, it seemed like a stalemate. Then, Eximo moved a fraction of an inch closer.
The singular voice took a worried tone.
What's going on? Why can't I hold it back?
...hold it back...
The chorus of voices echoed the words. The singular voice was surprised.
What's going on? Why did you repeat after me... the cleansing... What the?
The vacuum inched forward slightly more.
It's... cleansing... sucking me in!
...sucking me in...
I've got to get away! I've got to get away!
...get away...
Suddenly, a new voice joined in.
Gotcha!
The force holding back the machine stopped completely. It proceeded to vacuum up the mimic's remnants. Inside, the chorus of voices quieted down.
The vacuum could not understand what had happened, and did not even have the curiosity to wonder. All it knew was the cleansing.
The vacuum was no longer Eximo Pulvis. It had no concept of names.
But Eximo Pulvis still existed, as the chorus of voices. And it had discovered a new thought.
Hunger.
You will not escape us.
It had not occured to Eximo before that it could leave its body. Even if it had, it would have been satisfied remaining there, as long as the cleansing continued.
But something within it had been awakened. Thoughts of the cleansing, the battle, and hailing Konka Rar had left it. All it wanted now was a meal. And it could still taste the one that had gotten away.
Spoiler
There's no reason for this | Or this | Death is inevitable | You can't challenge fate | The smallest change | I'm overwhelmed
I'm serious | It makes perfect sense | Easy as ABC! | I can't even explain it | Cleaning up someone else's mess
I suck | I rule | I've got it made | Really, I'm serious | This bugs me | It's all lies | I want to believe | Beauty is a curse
I'm serious | It makes perfect sense | Easy as ABC! | I can't even explain it | Cleaning up someone else's mess
I suck | I rule | I've got it made | Really, I'm serious | This bugs me | It's all lies | I want to believe | Beauty is a curse