Re: The Grand Battle [Round Five: Battleopolis!]
01-12-2010, 12:28 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Dragon Fogel.
Eximo had been pushed to its limits, both physically and mentally. But now, the assault had ceased; Lutherion's web had been broken, his javelins neutralized along with it. And Lutherion himself had his attention elsewhere.
Most living combatants would have been exhausted after such a feat. But neither machines nor the living dead need rest.
Eximo was ready to strike back.
***
From the rooftop, Jerry had watched the bone web form, seen the dragon fly away and back, and the web disintegrate.
"Maybe I'm just a copy," he said to himself. "Maybe everyone here is, probably the whole city itself."
A determined look crossed his eyes.
"But that doesn't mean I want to see it all destroyed like this!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. "We're just trying to live our lives here! Whoever made this world of copies, take your stupid interdimensional battle elsewhere! Leave us out of it! We don't need purple-haired witches and undead vacuum cleaners and dragons and whatever else you've got here messing everything up!"
He had no idea if the twisted mind that created this world just to use it as a battlefield would hear him. Not that he expected his protest would change anything even if it was heard. He just needed to vent.
***
As it turned out, his words were heard, though not by who he had expected. An elderly man in a top-floor apartment happened to have his window open, and Jerry's entire rant was carried into his room.
A few words resonated with him. But he couldn't understand why.
Then he turned on his television, and saw a news broadcast about the battle that had just happened, only a few blocks from his home.
"And strangest of all, there seems to be some sort of living vacuum cleaner involved. I've never seen anything like it." As the reporter spoke, the cameraman focused in on Eximo, with all of its arms extended.
"So that's where it went," the old man muttered. He left his room and headed for the elevator. As it reached the first floor and the doors opened, a young woman stepped towards it.
Then she shrieked and ran away.
"That was rather rude," the old man muttered to himself. "But no matter. I have more pressing concerns."
Eximo had been pushed to its limits, both physically and mentally. But now, the assault had ceased; Lutherion's web had been broken, his javelins neutralized along with it. And Lutherion himself had his attention elsewhere.
Most living combatants would have been exhausted after such a feat. But neither machines nor the living dead need rest.
Eximo was ready to strike back.
***
From the rooftop, Jerry had watched the bone web form, seen the dragon fly away and back, and the web disintegrate.
"Maybe I'm just a copy," he said to himself. "Maybe everyone here is, probably the whole city itself."
A determined look crossed his eyes.
"But that doesn't mean I want to see it all destroyed like this!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. "We're just trying to live our lives here! Whoever made this world of copies, take your stupid interdimensional battle elsewhere! Leave us out of it! We don't need purple-haired witches and undead vacuum cleaners and dragons and whatever else you've got here messing everything up!"
He had no idea if the twisted mind that created this world just to use it as a battlefield would hear him. Not that he expected his protest would change anything even if it was heard. He just needed to vent.
***
As it turned out, his words were heard, though not by who he had expected. An elderly man in a top-floor apartment happened to have his window open, and Jerry's entire rant was carried into his room.
A few words resonated with him. But he couldn't understand why.
Then he turned on his television, and saw a news broadcast about the battle that had just happened, only a few blocks from his home.
"And strangest of all, there seems to be some sort of living vacuum cleaner involved. I've never seen anything like it." As the reporter spoke, the cameraman focused in on Eximo, with all of its arms extended.
"So that's where it went," the old man muttered. He left his room and headed for the elevator. As it reached the first floor and the doors opened, a young woman stepped towards it.
Then she shrieked and ran away.
"That was rather rude," the old man muttered to himself. "But no matter. I have more pressing concerns."
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