Re: The Grand Battle [Round Six: Library of Lies!]
02-06-2010, 03:09 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by Dragon Fogel.
"He's not in there?" Arnold asked, his smile looking even more sly than usual.
"Not at all! I was hoping for a good laugh at seeing what they said, but it's like they didn't even try." Drake grumbled. "How boring."
"Well. Why don't we fix that?" As Arnold spoke, the book seemed to grow an extra page. Drake flipped to it and watched the words write themselves.
The lord of the dead was finally defeated, his army scattered. Yet at what cost? Many had given their lives in the struggle to end his, and the hero who dealt the final blow had risked his very soul for the chance.
Drake turned to Arnold. He was probably giving him a dirty look, but the mask obscured it. "How, exactly, are you doing that?"
"I'm sure you have a guess," he replied, still smiling.
"I'm pretty sure it has something to do with illusions," Drake muttered, laying his fingers on the new page. "But that doesn't explain how you added a new page to the book!"
"Now, now. I can't give away all my secrets. Where's the fun in that? But now I'd like to try something else."
Before Drake could respond, another paragraph appeared on the new page.
The lord of the dead was not truly gone, though all believed he was. He would one day, soon, return to haunt those who had opposed him and yet lived. He would make them die at his hands, and he would follow them no matter which world they escaped to.
"I see what you're trying to do, but how can it possibly..." Drake paused, and looked below.
A figure with a familiar arm had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. It was Lutherion... and yet, it wasn't. It seemed almost like a parody of him. His missing eye was covered by an eyepatch, and he wore a simple crown upon his head. All the things that made him horrifying had been softened, made almost cartoonish.
"Okay, that doesn't even make sense!" Drake exclaimed, trying not to shout too loud - he didn't need to draw the contestants' attention. "The book tells about fairy tale representations of the real contestants. If changing its content actually changed anything, wouldn't it bring the real Lutherion here?"
Arnold simply smiled. "You're thinking too hard about it, my good man. Just enjoy the show."
Drake grumbled. "Look, if you must do something like this, why Lutherion? I won't deny he's entertaining, but we really should be able to come up with something new."
"Oh, all right."
The last paragraph changed slightly.
The evil clown swore revenge...
The figure below them changed form to a clown with a murderous grin. It laughed wickedly.
Drake shook his head. "That's even worse! Look, if we're going to do this, we're going to do it properly. I'll tell you what to write."
"Taking dictation was never my strong suit, but I suppose we can try." Arnold grabbed the book and held a hand to the last page as if he were gripping a pen. It was clearly just for show. "Go right ahead."
"He's not in there?" Arnold asked, his smile looking even more sly than usual.
"Not at all! I was hoping for a good laugh at seeing what they said, but it's like they didn't even try." Drake grumbled. "How boring."
"Well. Why don't we fix that?" As Arnold spoke, the book seemed to grow an extra page. Drake flipped to it and watched the words write themselves.
The lord of the dead was finally defeated, his army scattered. Yet at what cost? Many had given their lives in the struggle to end his, and the hero who dealt the final blow had risked his very soul for the chance.
Drake turned to Arnold. He was probably giving him a dirty look, but the mask obscured it. "How, exactly, are you doing that?"
"I'm sure you have a guess," he replied, still smiling.
"I'm pretty sure it has something to do with illusions," Drake muttered, laying his fingers on the new page. "But that doesn't explain how you added a new page to the book!"
"Now, now. I can't give away all my secrets. Where's the fun in that? But now I'd like to try something else."
Before Drake could respond, another paragraph appeared on the new page.
The lord of the dead was not truly gone, though all believed he was. He would one day, soon, return to haunt those who had opposed him and yet lived. He would make them die at his hands, and he would follow them no matter which world they escaped to.
"I see what you're trying to do, but how can it possibly..." Drake paused, and looked below.
A figure with a familiar arm had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. It was Lutherion... and yet, it wasn't. It seemed almost like a parody of him. His missing eye was covered by an eyepatch, and he wore a simple crown upon his head. All the things that made him horrifying had been softened, made almost cartoonish.
"Okay, that doesn't even make sense!" Drake exclaimed, trying not to shout too loud - he didn't need to draw the contestants' attention. "The book tells about fairy tale representations of the real contestants. If changing its content actually changed anything, wouldn't it bring the real Lutherion here?"
Arnold simply smiled. "You're thinking too hard about it, my good man. Just enjoy the show."
Drake grumbled. "Look, if you must do something like this, why Lutherion? I won't deny he's entertaining, but we really should be able to come up with something new."
"Oh, all right."
The last paragraph changed slightly.
The evil clown swore revenge...
The figure below them changed form to a clown with a murderous grin. It laughed wickedly.
Drake shook his head. "That's even worse! Look, if we're going to do this, we're going to do it properly. I'll tell you what to write."
"Taking dictation was never my strong suit, but I suppose we can try." Arnold grabbed the book and held a hand to the last page as if he were gripping a pen. It was clearly just for show. "Go right ahead."
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