Re: The Grand Battle [Round Five: Battleopolis!]
11-29-2009, 02:09 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Aryogaton.
"Hey! Get off the road!"
Aeon looked up, mildly surprised. He was no longer sitting on top of a floating cube, but rather he was sitting in the middle of a road. The fact that he was eating soup out of a can made the situation even more bizarre.
"Sorry!" Aeon said in the most ordinary tone possible, and quickly ran to the sidewalk. Well this is a definite change from previous rounds. He walked along the sidewalk aimlessly while finishing the soup as fast as possible. I have no idea who died, but luckily, I'm probably the most normal-looking person remaining. Aeon then paused and remembered that he had a crystal eyepatch, his clothes were peppered with holes, and there were small dried-up streams of blood nearly covering his body. It did not take long for Aeon to realize that he looked just like a homeless person who just got beat up. Ugh. Well so much for 'normal'.
After finishing the soup and tossing it into a nearby trash can, Aeon decided to make himself more concealable. He first went to the nearest clothes store and choosed a shirt that looked closest to his original. Upon attempting to pay with his apparently foreign currency, however, the plan failed. As he continued along the sidewalk, however, he saw a pawn shop. Aeon had an idea.
"Hey! Get off the road!"
Aeon looked up, mildly surprised. He was no longer sitting on top of a floating cube, but rather he was sitting in the middle of a road. The fact that he was eating soup out of a can made the situation even more bizarre.
"Sorry!" Aeon said in the most ordinary tone possible, and quickly ran to the sidewalk. Well this is a definite change from previous rounds. He walked along the sidewalk aimlessly while finishing the soup as fast as possible. I have no idea who died, but luckily, I'm probably the most normal-looking person remaining. Aeon then paused and remembered that he had a crystal eyepatch, his clothes were peppered with holes, and there were small dried-up streams of blood nearly covering his body. It did not take long for Aeon to realize that he looked just like a homeless person who just got beat up. Ugh. Well so much for 'normal'.
After finishing the soup and tossing it into a nearby trash can, Aeon decided to make himself more concealable. He first went to the nearest clothes store and choosed a shirt that looked closest to his original. Upon attempting to pay with his apparently foreign currency, however, the plan failed. As he continued along the sidewalk, however, he saw a pawn shop. Aeon had an idea.